Disclaimer: Not mine, If it was I wouldn't be writing fanfics now would I? Although, IF and only IF I owned it, I would so totally make Hermione and Ginny realise their love for each other, and Harry and Draco would be so in love. But... that'll never happen. What is love and what is hate?
Warning: It DOES have Slash pairings and Femmeslash as well. Don't read it if you are a) homophobic, b) a child, c) a strict het reader, or d) you are my parents. I really doubt that last one though. Hmm... I should get on with the story.
A/N: Right-o, we've been down on quota so I haven't been reading, or writing, up till now. It has been a full week since I last typed... a chapter. Well... I guess you're all dying to know what happens in this chapter, and the only one who knows is me... but, I'm willing to share all with you, so I will get a move on with the typing...
The next morning, Hermione woke up to find flowers on her bedside table. She sighed. No prizes for guessing who they were from. (A/N: I'm not actually sure who they would be from; If you just gave oral to the girl you liked, and it had been really awkward, would you come back the next day and give flowers, or let your brother, who is madly infatuated with the same person leave the flowers?)
She heard screams of ecstasy from beyond the door. Not again. She groaned. And I had wanted to have a nice long shower today! Harry and Draco sure fuck like there's no tomorrow.
"Harry!" Draco shouted as he filled Harry with his seed. Harry was close, Draco grabbed Harry's manhood. Water flowed down on them both. Draco's hands traced over Harry's cock; over the tip, along the length, and all around it. A few more strokes and Harry came onto the shower wall; the white semen clashing with the black tiles of the wall.
"Well... We're clean," Harry commented.
"We'll leave this for Granger to clean up," said Draco.
Hermione heard the lock unclick. They were done. Finally. She stepped into the shower and stared at the wall. Disgusting. She sighed before cleaning it away with a spell.
Harry was walking around with just his boxers on, in Draco's room.
"Put some clothes on. I'm getting stiff..." said Draco.
"Is that such a bad thing?" Harry said coolly.
"No, not at all," Draco said, "It's good to know that I find you sexy."
"But of course." Harry said as he put on a light blue shirt and some trousers.
They walked hand in hand to the Great Hall. As it was Sunday many students seemed to have chosen to sleep in. Ginny, Ron and Neville were already sitting there. The new Personal Development professors walked over to where they were sitting.
"Hey Fred, George, Nice to see you," said Harry, "How are you two liking the job?"
"Well... you know this and that. Pay's good. Helps fund the shop when we need more supplies." Said Fred.
"We only come here twice a week. Sundays to be counselors, then Thursdays to teach the PD class," said George.
"The shop's closed on Sunday's and Lee takes care of it on Thursdays."
"So... it all works out well."
Hermione walked into the hall and sat down.
"Well, well, well, the lovely Hermione. Growing up, aren't we?" said Fred.
"Bet you're a bit of a heart-breaker, though, you are irresistibly-" said George, but Ginny interjected.
"Fred! George!" Hermione blushed.
"Weird... we thought Ron would stop us..." said Fred.
"We really do think you're sexy though" – Ginny glared at them - "We're going..."
"So, what's everyone doing today, on this fine Sunday?" said Harry.
"This and that," said Ginny.
"I'm catching up with reading," said Hermione.
"I'm helping Prof. Sprout in the Greenhouses..." – They all looked at him – "What? We're re-potting."
"Re-potting what Neville?" said Ginny. Neville blushed.
"Ron, what are you doing?"
"I dunno."
They all finished their breakfasts without saying much. When they were done they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Ginny caught up with Hermione. "Hey! Hermione!"
She turned and caught sight of Ginny.
"Can we talk?" said Ginny.
"Erm, ok, in the head rooms," replied Hermione.
They stepped into the empty room that led to the Head Boy and Girl sleeping areas (A/N: Otherwise known as bedrooms). In there was a squishy couch, a table, and a fireplace. Not very big, but for 3 or 4 people, it was perfect.
"Hermione, about last night..."
Hermione's heart sank. "Yes..."
"I got caught up in the moment and said I love you. I'm sorry. Anyway, aren't you going with Ron?" said Ginny. "You must have been fantasizing that I was him."
"What?" said Hermione. "I like Ron, but more like a brother than a boyfriend. And Ginny, remember this, I like girls."
End A/N: Yep, It's been a while. But I have written chapter 20! So, fear not! You will be consumed by the passion! (does that sound stupid or what?)