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. All your dreams collide here.
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) allergic (?) Or e) you are my parents. I really doubt that last one though. Hmm... I should get on with the story.
A/N: Well, I will get a move on with the typing... Though, I am so stuck for chap 23... Anyway, I promise it'll be done before school ends. (Nov 26th) See, I've set myself a deadline! This is the second chapter I typed in a day... YAY! I feel content. Hope you like it. Things will get better...
Hermione felt the tears welling up. Draco continued.
"You know, Granger, I know you love her. You said it already; I bet you were so hurt when she took it back, that you didn't know what to do, so you took it back too. Even if she doesn't love you, isn't it better that she knows that you love her? The truth is preferable to lies, and it is better to love than to be loved and not love the person that loves you."
"Draco, why are you being so... so... well, nice?"
"Cause I can." He said as he sat next to her on the couch. Harry sat on the other side of her. Hermione broke her gaze from the fire and hugged Draco.
"But, she doesn't love me..." she sobbed into his shoulder.
"She does, you just don't see it because you don't look for it. Look for the clues, Hermione, and you'll see that she does." She let go. Hermione and Harry were looking at him as if he had just kissed her.
"You called me Hermione!"
"It's your name isn't it?"
"Yes... but..." she struggled for words, but he knew what she meant.
"But, what?"
"Nothing...." She looked at the time. "Thank you. I think I'm just going to go rest for a while."
"Ok, but remember to come to dinner or someone might come looking and you'll be in another awkward situation." Harry called in a sing song voice.
It was now Harry's turn to look into the fire.
"Draco. Thank you."
"Hey, I only speak the truth... mostly." He replied with a smirk. "Our anniversary's coming up. Harry, what do you want?"
"To be with you."
"Well, then it's settled. I'll be with you on our anniversary."
Harry's tongue was caught in a passionate kiss. Harry pulled away some time later, gasping for air. Draco looked into the green eyes of The Boy Who Lived (To Be Shagged By Draco Malfoy).
"You're cuter without the glasses," he said as he removed them.
"First the glasses... Hmm, what comes off next?" Harry grinned as he spoke.
"Well, you know, I was thinking, you shirt, then your pants, and if I'm feeling nice, your boxers too." He said cheerfully. "Or you know, I could tease you through them..."
"I love how you think, Draco Malfoy. In fact, have I told you I loved you?"
"Let me think... are you talking about the first time we fucked and you shouted it, OR our 3 month anniversary? Or the time I took you to the Shrieking Shack? Or when I brought you home to my parents? God, that was a shocking experience. Or when we were caught by Ron in the Prefect's Bathroom? That guy is annoying. Or now, when you're about to say it? Or one of the countless times after I did something sweet, or nice, or good?"
"All of the above." -Draco smiled- "I love you Draco."
"I love me too." Harry looked at him. "Alright, I love you."
Ginny sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione's words still echoing in her ears from 2 nights ago. 'I love you'. She was sure Hermione said it on impulse, so it might not have even meant anything. Only she wished it did. As much as she hoped she meant it, she knew Hermione didn't mean a word of it.
Her homework lay in front of her. Books open, parchment littered around the desk, bottles of ink next to her quill. The one she got from Hermione when she got into 7th year with her. The quill was special in more ways than one. It had been made so it never got blunt; therefore never needing to be re-cut so it would never run out. Also, only Ginny could use it as Hermione had charmed it. Thirdly it had been engraved to read 'Ginevra Weasley' in gold letters that shone as brightly as the letters on Harry's old Nimbus 2000. Whenever someone other than Ginny tried to use it, it formed the words 'Go get your own quill' and refused to write properly. But what Ginny loved most about it was that it was from Hermione, her friend, whom she loved, with all her heart, soul and mind.
She loved her with such a passion that she was sure, in the end; it would consume her, if she didn't do anything about it. But that was the thing; she couldn't do anything about it. She was stuck. From here on in, it's not her choice. It's Hermione. She forced herself to believe those words. She'd already gone down on her, said she loved her and was kissed by her in front of Potions class. What else could she do to prove her love? Admit it. Just tell her. Show her. Let her know you care. You've got nothing to lose...... One part of her knew. Your dignity! You'd lose it if you told her! And your mother's trust in you! Leave her for Ron, and if she does love you now, she'll get over it, just like you will.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she said to herself.
"What's wrong Ginny?" said Colin from over where he was sitting.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
What could she do to prove it...? Shout it from the Astronomy Tower? Stand up at dinner and proclaim it? Tell her face to face, and promising no lies? That truth was better, and in a situation like this, it was more than better, it was needed.
She put her head on the desk and a thought occurred. How would Ron react if he knew? She fell asleep moments later, after worry had filled her mind.
Hermione tossed and turned on her bed. She rolled over to look at the clock on the bedside table. A rose. Her thoughts turned to Shakespeare. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." She sniffed the rose. Sweet... But as sweet as her?
End A/N: YAY! Chapter 9 is on the way. The chapter where everything changes. Thanks in advance for any new reviews, and thanks for the old ones too. Right now, I am listening to "Let your troubles hurt me" by Speedstar (Brisbane band). Their whole album draws a lot of inspiration. Like, "Unbreakable, but you broke it." Came around when I had that song stuck in my head at school.
Ooh, this chapter is 1008 words according to Word's word count. Which makes it the longest one yet!
"Lay all your troubles here/ And I'll let them hurt me..."-'Let all your troubles hurt me'- Speedstar