Finally surrendering to the Sunday sunlight, Ginny opened her eyes. She could feel his arms around her, if only she could wake up everyday like this. He breath warmed the back of her neck, and she felt his arms tightened protectively around her. She knew he was awake.
'Morning Sunshine.' Ginny turned around so that she could face him. His green, gorgeous, his eyes were still a bit glossy from sleep. Surprisingly his glasses didn't fall off his face, his messy hair, if possible, was even messier.
After blinking a few more times he was able to bring Ginny's face into focus her curly hair feel into her eyes, and her brown eyes stared intently into his. He smiled, 'Hey.' He murmured.
'Comfortable this time around?' She pushed at the mattress they'd conjured up the night before.
'Much, but I'm always comfortable with you.' He winked.
'Well, aren't you just surprising?' She trailed her fingers through his hair. 'You know, this is the second time we've slept together, but not in a sexual way.' She stopped and blushed.
Harry didn't know what she meant, but the way she phrased it, it didn't sound good.
'Ah, Ginny listen. I like you a lot, but lets not be too hasty.' Harry said uneasily. He did like Ginny a lot, but he wasn't ready to just jump into a sexual relationship, he had some morals that he believed in strongly and this was one of them.
'What? You don't want to be my boyfriend?' She started to get up; hurt and anger ran over her face. 'You know, you have some nerve. Leading me on like this—'
'Oh! Oh, yeah, I'd love to be your boyfriend.' Harry rushed out; he knew he'd messed up. He grabbed her arm to try to stop her from getting away from him. Harry exhaled harshly, which went right into Ginny's face.
'Sweets, please, your breath.' She plugged her nose.
'Oh, Sorry.' He blushed.
'It's okay. Well, what were you talking about just a minute ago? About how rushing into things?'
'Err…Um…' She stammered. 'Say anything, anything at all, Harry!' He thought.
'Harry! I was not talking about Sex! What is it with men and sex!' She shook her head.
'Sorry?'
'No, wait…Sex…Sex…OH MY GOD!' Ginny shouted.
'Ginny, Shh or someone will hear us.' Harry whispered.
'No, it's sex, it's Hermione.' Ginny was now getting up.
'Hermione? Sex? Pfft, You're kidding right?' Harry laughed, but Ginny obviously wasn't. She'd gotten up and was now running towards the door, grabbed her robe as she did. She didn't respond to Harry. 'Fine. Be that way.'
'Why was I so blind! She'd been acting weird for two days, and so has…' Ginny searched her memory. (Flashback)
Ginny remembered that it was yesterday noon when she over heard Pansy and Blaise talking.
'I know he did!' Blaise said.
'Well, what was he thinking! With a Gryffindor!' Pansy shouted, which had caught Ginny's attention in the first place.
'Well he'd been feeling down, I don't know why he wouldn't tell me. Anyway, he was feeling down, so I sent to go and…Cheer him up.' Blaise raised her eyebrows. 'And there it is, a little Gryffindor pendent lying on the floor. Then I noticed that the sheets were ruffled, it looked like he'd just has sex.' She finished.
'When did this happened?' Pansy inquired.
'Last night.'
'He's been acting weird since then.' She said more to herself than to Blaise. Ginny had to really strain her hears to hear this part. 'Well, what else happened?'
'He said he didn't want sex, and rather violently shoved me out the door.' She sounded offended.
(Back to Present)
When Ginny reached the tower, she was so out of breath that she couldn't even utter the password.
'Go…God…' She stammered in between breaths.
'Oh go in Deary, You're a Weasley.' The fat lady swung open and let her in.
Ron was in Ireland, sitting on the jagged rocks out looking the ocean. Aine was in his arms, and he was currently nuzzling her neck.
'You happy, Aine?' Ron asked sweetly, and kissed her ear. She smiled and answered.
'Hoot, Hoo-Hoot.'
'What?' He asked. 'I didn't quite catch that.'
'Hoot, Hooty, Hoo-Hoo.' She said again. Then her nose came to a point, her eyebrows became twice as long so that it hung from her face past her eyes. Her hair turned into brown feathers.
'What the—' Ron opened his eyes, then shot up straight. 'Well, what the hell!' Pig had been hooting in his face, spoiling his dream of Aine. Big yellow eyes stared back at him, making it impossible to be angry for long. The owl held out a letter that had been tired onto his leg.
Still muttering he grabbed the bird harshly and untied the letter.
'Get off of my bed, you ugly—' he didn't need to finish before he was off and perching himself beside Hedwig in her cage. Those two had been cohabitating for the last six months, Hedwig finally warmed up to him. 'Hmm, Harry's gone again.' He though absently, then glanced back at the letter. He unrolled it and gasped. She'd written back! She had great handwriting. His mouth dropped open. He'd managed to get her to fall in love with him! Him, Ron Weasley the poor redhead wizard and she was beautiful, she could never love someone like him.
He finished the letter and though about what to say. He couldn't give too much away about him, but oh he was so excited. She'd written back, and she wasn't laughing at him. This was like a Fairytale, and he'd never really believed those things really happened. 'Okay…okay, get a quill and paper. Write…'
Dug into his bedside table and pulled out the materials he needed. Uncapping the ink he dipped the quill in and wrote:
My Aine,
I am so excited that you have responded to my letters. For a while I was sure you were tossing them out. You want to know about me? Well I don't know what to say, other than I come from a big family, and I believe in strong friendships. I honestly did not expect you to write back, this is like a fairytale. I, normally, don't believe in those stories you hear about love, but I see one blossoming right before my eyes. When writing to you, I feel like I'm dreaming, how could someone as beautiful and pleasant as you come into my life so unexpectedly. You've turned out to be quite the puzzle, an interesting puzzle I'd love to solve, given the opportunity. Same question, what about you? I know there's more to you than fantastic looks. I'll be waiting for your reply.
Love, Your Admirer
Ron got up and pulled the reluctant Pig out of the cage, tied the letter to him, and sent him back off. The bird hooted rudely to him, but took off to complete the task.
'Yeah, not quite to eager now are you.' He turned to get dressed for the upcoming day.
After getting dressed, Ron went down to the commons area, and as soon as he reached the last step, Ginny came bursting through the portrait hole. She was red in the face, almost as bright as her hair, and she was so out of breath, it looked as if she could barely manage another step without rest.
'Where…is…Hermione?' She managed to puffs of air. When Ron just shrugged, she groaned and dashed up to the girl's dormitories. Ron only shrugged again.
He had other things on his mind.
Hermione didn't know whether to be more irritated at being hastily woken up, or to have had her secret figured out, and by Ginny no less.
'You and Him!' Ginny shouted, no on was in the room to hear, so it was convenient.
'Yes, but—' Hermione started but was rudely interrupted.
'It's against of the laws of…Of Hogwarts!' Ginny gathered air then continued her rampage. 'Draco is a horrible little snipe, he is an arrogant bastard and you degraded yourself by sleeping with him!' Hermione's eyes fired up, but Ginny went on without noticing. 'Have you forgotten what he's done to your friends, to you! Forgotten what his favorite nickname for you is? Have can you ever forgive yourself!' Ginny was near screaming. She was an inch from Hermione's face now.
Hermione had had enough. She shoved Ginny back with so much that Ginny stumbled and tripped over a chair. When Ginny had gotten over the initial shock of being pushed, and got into a sitting position, Hermione did a little of her own screaming.
'How dare you! How dare you come up here and yell at me for something you know nothing about!' Hermione paused, but when Ginny only sat thee, she continued. 'You don't know the circumstances of the situation. You don't know how much it cost me, how much it's still costing me. Ginny, you are a brat, and you,' she let it hang a moment, 'are the horrible little snipe!'
She swung into the bathroom, and came out fully dressed within a minute. She was wearing a navy blue hoodie, and black pants, her hair was died back into a tight bun. Ginny had gotten up and righted the chair she was currently sitting upon.
'Hermione, I—' Ginny tried.
'Shut up. Just shut the hell up!' Hermione stormed out and left Ginny looking hurt and bemused. Hermione jogged down the stairs then climbed up to the boys' rooms. Hermione pushed open the door and pounded her was past Seamus who was struggling to cover his polka-dotted boxers with anything he could grasp.
'Hermione, do you mind?' Seamus finally jumped into bed and pulled the sheets up to his chin.
'Absolutely not.' She walked to Harry's trunk and pushed it open. Scrimmaging through his clothes, she found what she was looking for. 'Aha! His invisibility cloak.' Hermione thought.
'That's—That's Harry's.' Seamus stuttered.
Hermione straightened, shut the trunk, pulled her wand out and shoved the tip of it into Seamus' neck. He gulped.
'Yeah, it is. And if you tell him, you'll pay. I know some mean curses. Clear?'
'As Crystal.' His eyes hadn't left her wand hand, which remained steady.
'Good, I love Crystal.' And she walked out of the door.
It was time to party.
It was afternoon, on a Sunday, and Harry had nothing to do. Since things had gotten more complex between himself and Ginny, he'd stopped hanging out with his best friends. He walked to the tower in hopes that Ron and Hermione would be there.
'Godric.' Harry said to the fat lady, who'd been snoozing in her fame. After lecturing him about waking her up, she flung open to him enter.
'Harry.' Ron called from his spot at the center table; he was playing chess with Lee. From the looks of things, she was winning, as usual.
'Hey, Ron.' He took a spot next to him, and looked at the order of the game. 'Oh, Lee, you've nearly checked yourself.' Harry pretended to look pitying.
'Wait, Harry, no.' Ron started, but Lee brightened.
'You said 'Nearly'.' Lee said, 'Where, where?'
'Harry…' Ron said in a warning tone.
'Your knight would look mighty beautiful to the left.' Harry polished his nails, looking smug. Totally unabashed from Ron's furious stare.
'Harry, You're a Prat!'
'Yah! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!' Lee exclaimed as he'd just taken Ron's bishop.
'And he's back in the game.' Harry murmured so only Ron could hear. He smiled.
'Doesn't matter. I'll still beat you.' Ron looked at the board, complete concentration. He looked like he was contemplating sending a wide air force mission to try and take out the whole of the Swiss infantry.
Harry let him continue in silence. And in less than eight minutes, Ron flattened Lee with only his Rook.
'I surrender.' Lee tipped his king over.
'You can't surrender, I rightfully clobbered you.' Ron looked satisfied, he'd barely lost a game of chess. 'Thanks for the challenge, Lee.'
'Yeah, I bet I was barely an effort for you.' He stood up and walked up to the dormitories.
'Wanna play, Harry?' Ron asked, setting the board up for another round.
'You'll wipe the floor with me, so no.' Harry smiled. 'Where is everybody?' He looked around, and noticed everyone was gone.
'Outside, I suppose. Have you seen Hermione?' Ron asked.
'No, she's been acting very strange lately.'
'Yeah, she's procrastinating on her homework.' Ron said matter-of-factly.
'We should go find her, see if she's alright.' Harry said sounding genially concerned.
'Nah, she's fine. Hagrid's, then?' Ron suggested. After what looked like some thought, Harry nodded his head. Not knowing that Ginny was upstairs, or that even now, Hermione was on her third shot of Firewhiskey down at the Hog's Head. Or the fact that she was being followed.
Draco was in his room, lying on his bed, drinking Vodka. His silvery blonde hair was disheveled, and he was still wearing yesterday's clothes. He'd barely slept, and he started drinking at two in the afternoon.
He was in rough shape. He'd gotten another letter from his dad; Lucious said that Narcissa was buried next to the big oak behind the Manor. His mother loved the oak and had always wanted to be buried there. Out of all the injustice done to her, she was justified in death. His dad did one thing good, even if he wasn't allowed to go home, and see her buried.
Without having to worry about that he still had to worry about much worse. Hermione, one word summed up all his problems. He hadn't seen her all day, nor did he want too.
'Okay, that was a lie.' Draco sighed. 'You know you want to see her, you Bloke. You know you want to hold her, kiss her and say you're sorry.'
Getting up to get another bottle of alcohol, he soon realized that he wasn't entirely sober. He staggered to his closet, and opened it to reveal another unopened bottle of Dublin's best vodka 'DragonFly'. Grabbing the bottle by the stem, he started for dresser, to wear he kept his cap opener. He made it halfway there, before he tripped on a pair of black pants that lay strewed on the floor. He fell and smashed the bottle between his hand and the stone floor. Vodka spilled over his pants, hands and face. Blood dripped form his right hand, and glass lay everywhere.
'Oh, Bloody Hell.' Grumbling, he awkwardly got up, went to the door, and with the remaining piece of bottle threw it into the fireplace across the commons.
He turned around and Blaise, who'd witnessed the whole shard-throwing ordeal while reading on the couch, followed him into his bedroom.
'Oh Sweetie, what'd you do to your hand?' She walked up to him, and took his hand in hers; let him to the bathroom, under a good light. She examined his hand; there were shards of glass embedded in his palm and fingers. When Draco didn't say anything, she washed his hand off with warm water until she would see clearly. She knew it must have stung, but he didn't even flinch, she then got out her wand, cited an incantation and watched the broken glass slide out of his skin. She watched them drop themselves down the drain, heard the clink, clink of them hitting metal piping.
Draco flexed his hand. 'Good as new.' His voice sounded hoarse, like he hadn't used it in hours, which to some extent, was true. He looked up into Blaise's blue eyes; her red hair dramatically shadowed her face, making her looks delicate. Much like Hermione had that night. All of a sudden this animal need rose inside him and made him push Blaise against the wall, and when she cried out painfully, Draco only captured her mouth in an equally painful kiss. He violently kicked the bathroom door shut, and hitched Blaise up so that she had to wrap her legs around him or risk falling to the stone floor.
Draco ran his hand down her arm and up her leg, noticing that she was wearing a thin skirt he said:
'Thank God for small favors.' He groaned as he slid his lips to her neck, and made his way to her collarbone. He wasn't gentle, not like he was with Hermione, anger coursed through his veins, making his adrenaline soar out of control, and made him violent.
So in the public bathroom of the Slytherin House he had his way with Blaise, not caring if he hurt her, or anyone else in the process. When he was done with her, he gripped her hair, and gave her one last agonizing kiss and let her fall to the floor in a crumpled mess. Then walked out, leaving her crying in the corner in disgrace.
When Hermione finally finished her second bottle of the horrid Firewhiskey at ten-thirty at night. She paid her due and left. The figured she'd taken as a loner that had been sitting on the other side of the Hog's Head, followed her out. Hermione stumbled drunkenly down the main road to Honeydukes. She'd snuck through the hidden path that Harry took, back when they were in the third year to get to Hogsmeade illegally. She slipped the cloak over her shoulders, since Honeydukes was closed, she magically unlocked the door, but before she could step into the store the shadowed figure ripped her head back by pulling her hair. Hermione, in her drunken disability, stumbled back and fell down the stairs and hit the soft snow with a thump.
Trying to catch her breath, Hermione sat up on her elbows and eyed the cloaked person. She was started to get up when the person kicked her stomach, knocking her back. Hermione turned her face and retched everything she'd drunken into the white snow.
'You're pathetic.' a female spoke from underneath the cloak. Pulling it back, Hermione found out that the female, was Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin. Her long dark hair came spiraling out from the hood, it whipped itself around her stone cold face. Her dark eyes were ablaze with fury.
'Pansy, what're—' Hermione tried to ask, her mind was starting to clear up without the alcohol cluttering her system.
'Shut up! You think you can just come and take our men? Cross races between Purebloods and Mudbloods.' Pansy leaned down now, and slapped Hermione across the face. The sound echoed in the otherwise, empty street. She stood back up, and just watched as Hermione tried to get up again.
This time, Hermione got to her knees before getting kicked. Pansy pumped all her energy, and anger into this kick. It connected itself with Hermione's head and with a crack, knocked her to the ground where she lay motionless. Pansy's boot had metal clips on them, and by the look of Hermione's head, it smacked right into her temple. Blood seeped into the snow and turned it crimson.
With a smile on her face, Pansy turned, walked into Honeydukes and was in Hogwart's dungeons before a straggler leaving the Three Broomsticks discovered Hermione's heaped body.
'Oh My Lord.' Said the stranger, running up to Hermione's still body. 'I think she's dead.'
A/N: So what'd you think? Good? Bad? Please Please Please, Review! I knew I was dragging the story on so that it was started to get boring, so I hope this livens it up a bit. I hope you keep reading to find out what happens to Poor Old Hermione, and What happens between Ginny and Draco, when they find out what happened.
