Chapter Thirteen
"Your assignment is to write a story like The Rules of the Daffodil Love, but with different characters, a different ending and include Herbology in the story, so I hope you didn't forget everything about this class." Professor Sprout said. Everyone sighed at the fact of writing a story. They already had so much homework to do. Snape once again gave them an essay, McGonagall was having them read a book about Animagus', and Blair of course couldn't wait to hand out homework. She was making everyone collect ingredients from the Forbidden Forest and some were even in the lake.
Hermione looked at Harry carving a name into the table. She leaned over and looked at the name; Blair. Blair Conwell? Was Harry serious? He couldn't be in love with Blair…
Could he? How in the world could he- no.
"I love her." Harry said lamely. "I've never even felt this way about a girl before." Hermione moved back a little. Was it weird that just a few weeks before, Hermione had found out that Blair had had a relationship with a kid at the old school she worked at?
Absolutely.
"Have you ever even talked to her?" Hermione asked. "Not to be rude…but I don't think she's your type Harry." Hermione had also learned the Blair could get really crazy sometimes.
"Of course I've talked to her. She talks to me all the time after Quidditch matches and usually after class."
"About what?" Harry looked at Hermione and grinned.
"Lots of things,"
"Sex?" Hermione asked out of the blue.
"We've talked about that once. I'm really, really in love with her." Hermione bit her lower lip and nodded. "Anyhow, how is your love life?"
Hermione remembered the past three weeks. They had been great. Draco, Blair and Hermione had spent a lot of time together in Blair's place listening to all of her Oasis CD's, drinking wine like old ladies, smoking and talking about everything. Her and Draco hadn't done anything else but kiss however.
"I don't know, I can't seem to let go of Ron. I really wish he would just forget about all those other girls." Hermione said acting sad. Harry stared at her for a second, thinking.
"You know what; I think he likes you a little bit. You're all he seems to talk about, but he still drags Lavender around. But he hasn't seen you around that much so it's hard to know what you're thinking about him." Hermione's eyes widened and she looked away. She just made a huge mistake. Now Harry would tell Ron and Ron would leave Lavender and go out with Hermione. This would be a big problem for Draco once he found out.
"But you don't know…right?" Hermione asked still looking away.
"No, I haven't really thought of asking him. But do you want me to; I mean I could set you two up." Hermione instantly looked at him and then up at the intercom speaker.
"No, you can't Harry."
"Why not, I thought you liked him?" Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist with one hand and then stood up. Was she really ready to tell him about Draco? After all he almost killed Draco when Hermione was the one threatening him.
"Professor Sprout, me and Harry just got called to the Great Hall." Sprout looked up cheerfully, nodded and then let them go.
Hermione, still holding him by the wrist, dragged Harry out of the green house and into the chilly weather. They walked up to a pack of trees and Hermione checked to see if there was anyone around.
"Hermione, what are we doing? We didn't get called to the Great Hall or to stand under some trees."
"Harry, you still have to be my best friend when I tell you this, you can't judge someone until you actually get to know them-" Harry covered his mouth and pointed his finger at her.
"You are together with Draco Malfoy!" Harry yelled, though it was muffled. "The rumors are true!"
"Harry, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't." Harry uncovered his mouth.
"What the hell did you do with him?" Hermione's mouth stayed open for words to come out, but her vocal chords couldn't seem to move. Maybe her heart was moving too fast for them to keep up. "Did…did you lose your virginity to him?"
"Harry, it's a complicated, simple truth." Harry grabbed his already messy, black hair and pulled on it, turning his back to Hermione. "He cares about me a lot, Harry. If you would take a minute to understand and just try to-"
"How am I supposed to try and understand that you're in love with Draco Malfoy? You two were worst enemies for the longest time and you wanted to kill him, Hermione! What the hell is your problem? How long have you been with him?" Tears filled Hermione's eyes.
"God, Harry, I don't know how long! I shouldn't have even told you." Hermione covered her eyes to hide her tears. Harry stared at her for a second and then wrapped his arms around her tiny body.
"No, never mind me, Hermione. Just forget about it." Hermione moved her hands and then hugged Harry. She opened her eyes and looked over his warm shoulder and at the tree covered grounds. The wind whistled in the stiff air, biting at Hermione's hazel eyes. She closed her eyes and more tears glazed over her eyes.
Harry sighed, still shocked about Hermione's confession. He could feel her trembling in his arms, her small body. Harry and Ron both knew that she had a problem with eating. She was also exercising way too much. It was beginning to get unhealthy for her.
Harry stroked the back of her head, feeling her desirable hair. Hermione licked her lips, softening them for the moment. She could feel Harry's own lips pressing against her forehead. He was like the big brother she never had.
"Don't tell anyone, Harry."
"I won't," he promised.
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Hermione trudged up to the Potions class room at the end of the day. She walked into the room and saw Blair correcting essays. Blair, who was completely into correcting the essays, was wearing glasses. Hermione walked up to her desk and stood there for a minute before Blair even knew she was there.
Blair looked up and seemed surprised. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked.
"Only for a second." Hermione lied. She didn't want to make Blair feel bad.
"Oh, what's up?"
"What are you doing with Harry?" Hermione asked in a very serious voice. Blair looked at her for a second and then took off her glasses to rub her eyes. She sighed and then looked back at Hermione.
Blair went to speak but no words had come out of her mouth. She sighed and then shrugged. "I like the kid a lot, Hermione."
"As what, a friend or more?"
"I don't know, Hermione. It's difficult for me to talk about with out getting in trouble. I like Harry, a lot." Hermione turned ready to leave. "Okay, maybe more then a friend, but at least we'd be taking it slow." She turned around to look at Blair with anger burning in her stomach.
"Blair, are you going to throw everything that you've achieved her away? As far as me and Draco go, I'm not concerned because no one but you and Harry know. But you and Harry…Blair, if anyone finds out your gonna be out of this place faster then Harry can catch the snitch."
"Hermione, I know that. And I'm being careful. If you want me to stop this thing that I have with Harry, which I can assure is not much, then I will stop. But right now it's nice to know that someone cares for me more then a friend. Sorry if I ruined it for you." Blair said heatedly, getting up and walking into her room. Hermione glared at her.
"It's not the fact that I don't want you to feel loved, it's the fact of someone finding out and you leaving the school. What's gonna happen to me?" Hermione yelled staying in her place. "What am I gonna do when Pansy Parkinson is about ready to kill me? Whose gonna be my big sister then?"
Blair bit her lower lip and turned around to look out at Hermione. She rested her hands on her hips and shrugged. "I guess that would really be a bad thing for a lot of people if I left."
"Are you going to the match tonight?" Hermione asked.
"I'm supposed to. You wanna just get ready here?" Blair asked. Hermione nodded.
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Draco pulled on his Quidditch gloves and looked at Blaise, wiping the dust off of his robes. "How did my robes get so fucking dusty all of the sudden?" Draco smirked. His best friend happened to be a dumb ass.
"You left it in that gross locker, where all the dust is collected, you stupid fucker." Draco said as Jessie Knowlton walked out in her Quidditch robes. Draco glared at her. It was Slytherin's first meet in a while. They hadn't had one since before Jessie and Draco broke up.
Jessie threw her broom to the floor angrily. She then pulled her gloves off, throwing them to the ground as well. "What the hell are you doing, Jessie?" Draco asked.
"Why the fuck would you care? Were just gonna lose this one; we haven't won a fucking match sense our first one against Hufflepuff. Give it up, Draco; we are not going to win."
"Jessie calm down." Blaise said touching her shoulder. She pushed him away.
"Don't fucking touch me, Blaise." Draco looked at Jessie as tears streamed down her tan face.
"Well the least you could do is go out there and give it your all. Real winners are the people who go out there and lose after giving 200 percent. Swallow your pride, Jessie." Draco told her. Jessie turned around and glared at him.
"Don't tell me what to do, Draco. You always the one who's out there shining, you always have the chance to prove something. And you do, but in the end you always fuck it up for us because you can't keep your ass on that broom for five fucking minutes. Potter is a better seeker then you'll ever be." Jessie spat.
"Shut it, Jessie. If you wanna be on this team you better act like a team player." Krista Marks said coming out from the bathroom. She was only a 6th year but she was the best chaser they had. Jessie started out as a good chaser in the beginning of the season but failed to prove herself after losing against Gryffindor.
Draco looked at Krista as she tied up her boots. Krista and he had once made out after a Quidditch match the year before but it never worked out. Krista was a girl that was already betrothed to a graduate from Ravenclaw…a girl that Draco could never figure out. She always acted so nice and innocent when she was around boys, but when there were other girls around she acted mean and bitchy.
Jessie shook her head and glared at Krista. "Fuck off, Krista." Krista took a step toward Jessie after she finished the tight knot of her boot.
"You wanna say that again, Jessie." Krista asked.
"Back off bitch." Jessie said pushing Krista away. Krista went to take another step towards Jessie, but Draco grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back. Jessie licked her lips and wiped away a tear from her face, looking at Draco.
Draco and his team walked outside into the rain and mounted their brooms. Their cloaks were drenched already.
Draco watched as Hooch threw the quaffle up and everyone flew off. He looked across the field and there was Harry Potter glaring at him. Draco turned his broom around and flew up.
Draco kept his eyes on Jessie as she sped by each played, the wind burning her eyes, and approach the goal hoops. Ginny Weasley sped up to her and punched Jessie in the arm to make her drop the quaffle. Ginny flew under her and caught the quaffle, flying off only to make a score.
"Foul!" Jessie yelled. Hooch ignored her. Jessie flew up to Crabbe, grabbed the bat out of his hand, and hit the bludger towards Ginny Weasley's head. It hit her straight on and in what seemed like slow motion, every Gryffindor gasped and watched Ginny Weasley fall off her broom and into the wet, sandy ground.
Draco glared at Jessie and then yelled, "Jessie, what the hell is your problem!" Jessie disregarded him though.
Draco looked around and a glimpse of something golden was seen out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his broom around and then flew after what he knew had to be the snitch. Harry followed him.
Hermione and Blair watched the two boys go at it. And then it happened. A disappointment to everyone. Hermione and Blair both struggled for breath as they stood up.
A Gryffindor 6th year had hit a bludger towards Draco bit it knocked both Harry and Draco into the stands. They fell to the ground.
Harry groaned in pain, Draco as well. "Get the hell off of me, Malfoy."
"Shut up, Potter." Draco said in a voice of discomfort as Harry pushed him off. Harry stood up and looked up at his beater and then looked down at Draco. He mounted his broom and then rode off. Draco winced again in pain.
Jessie looked down at Draco and glowered at him. "You're a horrible captain, Draco!" Jessie yelled in anger.
Draco finally got up at the sound of Jessie's mean comment. He mounted his broom and then flew up in the air. He got along side Harry and extended his arm to catch the snitch.
"You better not hurt her, Malfoy."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Draco asked still in pain from the crash. Harry looked over his shoulder and saw Draco trying as hard as he could to get the snitch.
"Don't hurt Hermione or I'll kill you."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter."
"You know bloody well what I'm talking about."
"Go pull whatever you've got in your ass because I don't have anything going on with her. She's a stupid mud blood bitch." Harry looked at Draco once more and then rammed his shoulder into Draco's side. Draco went flying in circles towards the ground.
Jessie looked at Draco flying towards the ground again. "Fuck it," she whispered to herself, lowering to the ground. She threw her broom down and walked over to Draco. All eyes were on her even after Harry had caught the snitch.
Jessie kicked Draco in the side and then got on top of him. She slapped him across the face many times before he regained his strength. He turned her to the ground and got on top of her. Tears fell from his eyes and splashed onto her face.
"I've tried my hardest, Jessie."
"No you haven't, Draco." She sat up and pushed him to the ground. "You've made a fool of me, of the team, of the house and of yourself. And you tell me to swallow my pride." Jessie bit her lip hard enough that it started to bleed. The crimson liquid ran down her chin and into the dark sand. She got up in tears and ran into the locker room, her broom in hand.
Draco licked his own chapped lips and then touched the blood in the sand. Draco sniffed at the cold air and looked around at all the people in the stadium. Half of them were congratulating Gryffindor, a quarter talking about Draco and Jessie's row, and the others were gone.
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Hermione walked into the common room still soaked in water, and looked at Draco standing and staring at the fire with his arms cross.
"What the hell is your problem?" Draco asked. Hermione was confused. He finally turned his attention to her. "I asked you a question-"
"How can I answer something when I don't know what you're referring to?" Hermione said through gritted teeth. Draco walked up to her and slammed her small body against the wall.
"You know bloody-fucking-well what I'm talking about, Hermione. You told Potter." Hermione glared at him.
"And you told your cousin, Marissa, who you would be with right now but she's your cousin. Was I supposed to keep it to myself the whole fucking time we have been together, Draco?" She pushed him off and walked to the bathroom where she started to strip off her wet clothes. "At least I didn't kiss my boy friend in front of the whole fucking 6th year population, Draco! At least I didn't tell the whole fucking world!"
"Who said anything about being your fucking boyfriend, Hermione?" She turned to him and smirked as she turned on the shower. The smirking had seemed to rub off.
"Don't say that, Draco." She said with a smile on her face but that smile faded as soon as she clenched her teeth. "Don't say I'm not your fucking girlfriend, Draco because I've given you all I've ever had! I lost my virginity to you, Draco!" Hermione yelled.
Draco pressed her against the cold, white tile, his body pressing against her cold one. "Your everything I've ever fucking wanted, Hermione, but everything is coming down on me right now and a girl friend is something I don't need to worry about right now." He said through clenched teeth.
"Draco, I should be the most important thing in your life right now. I lost-"
"SHUT UP! It was your choice that night; you were the one who told me to take you up to my room and you were so sure that you wanted to have sex that night." Draco yelled into her face. Hermione pushed him back just enough so she could get away from his grip.
She walked into her room and pulled on some dry clothes. She stormed out of the dormitory with tears running down her milky face. She walked to Blair's room, everyone questioning her but she ignored them.
She walked into Blair's room and found Blair looking in her refrigerator. Hermione stood there crying. Blair shut the fridge door and hugged Hermione. "I've lost way more then my virginity, Blair."
"Shh," Blair cooed and then kissed the top of Hermione head.
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Hermione awoke to the sound of two people talking the next morning. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Draco and Blaise arguing about things. Hermione had told Blair everything that had happened from the previous day.
"Draco, you can't expect her to forgive and forget what happened just like that. She's more then that."
"I know, Blair. But I got scared, and I was mad. I'm scared of committing myself to a girl like her." Draco admitted.
"Why, because she isn't about sex every two hours?" Blair said.
Draco hesitated for a second or two. "Yeah,"
"Draco, I think you should just leave before she wakes up. She'll come back later. Right now, she just needs time." Hermione shut her eyes as Draco turned to look at her sleeping on the couch.
"Maybe I should get her something." He said turning back to Blair.
"Draco, don't butter her up, you should just go. Besides, tonight is that Halloween Ball." Hermione let out a big sigh remembering her great costume. She was going to be a devil and dye her hair black so she and Draco could dance and no one could know who she was.
Blair looked behind Draco and saw that Hermione was smiling. Draco noticed Blair's gaze upon Hermione and turned to look at her once more. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room.
"What time is it?" Hermione asked sounding tired.
"Almost noon," Blair answered. "Draco's here," Hermione looked at Blair and then Draco.
"I know," Hermione answered dully.
"I'm gonna go down to breakfast, you want anything Hermione?"
"I'll have what you have." Blair nodded and then left. Draco stood there, his hands shoved in his pockets. Hermione looked at him and licked her lips.
Draco felt stupid. He felt like an ass. He took his anger from Jessie out on Hermione. He told her that he didn't care or need her. And then she brought up Marissa…Marissa. He had told Hermione that if Marissa wasn't his cousin, he'd choose her to marry. He had been in absolute love with Marissa in 5th year but he never told anyone. He didn't even want to believe his own feelings.
He had never really believed in his feelings…ever.
"I'm sorry?" Draco said hoping she would say something but she just nodded looking unsure. "What I did last night, I didn't mean any of it."
"Not sure if I believe any of that, but it's a start." Draco got down next to Hermione and kissed her. She pulled away and put a finger to his lips. "Slow down there, Malfoy. I'm not sure about that either. I never said I forgave you. I never said I forgot."
"Do you?" Draco asked.
"Sure," Hermione said lamely turning onto her back and looking up at the ceiling. She had everything she possibly needed in that tiny room. She had food, books, comfort…and she had Draco. Draco on his knees begging for her forgiveness. Pure delight for Hermione. "But I'm dying to know something, Draco. Did you really mean that you didn't need a girlfriend with everything else on your shoulders?"
Draco had puzzled himself with his own words. He didn't know what to say. Having a girlfriend was a lot of responsibility for Draco. He was constantly hot and cold. And he was such a jerk. At least he knew those things about himself. He had been he was too many times. Mostly girls called him those things.
Draco looked at Hermione straight in the eyes. "Some things are just getting too complicated in my life right now and I don't want any of it to conflict with you. It's like…all those bad things are crumpled up into a ball and thrown to one side and then you stand alone on the other side." Hermione nodded. "And if you're a new, big part of my life, then all of my problems will then be your problems."
"And if you're a new, big part of my life then my problems will become your problems." Hermione repeated putting her hand on his cheek. "You're an ass hole, Draco. I don't know why I care about you." She said in a soft voice. Draco smirked.
"Someone's gotta do the job." Hermione smiled and leaned in to kiss him. But all of the sudden the door opened and in came Dumbledore. Hermione's eyes widened and she pushed Draco away, to cover herself up in the blanket.
"Mr. Malfoy, where might I find Blair Conwell?" Dumbledore said as the big tiger came from Blair's bed room to rub against Dumbledore's leg. He sneezed.
"Down in the Great Hall." Draco said in a squeaky voice. He sounded like he had just gone through puberty.
"Oh-" Sneeze. "Thank you very-" Sneeze. "Much, Mr. Malfoy." Sneeze! Dumbledore left the room and closed the door behind him.
Draco got up and pounced on Hermione. He inched the blanket away from her face and then kissed her forehead. Hermione then removed the blanket from her face and kissed Draco. But then the door opened again. Hermione and Draco both turned their heads and saw McGonagall.
"Oh Goodness," she said, covering her eyes with her hand. "Sorry to interrupt anything, oh my Lord, can you just let Ms. Conwell know that I dropped off her mail. Thank you-" She said, leaving before they got to say anything.
Hermione laughed, looking at Draco. "You should probably go before any more professors see us together." Draco smiled and nodded. He got off of Hermione and walked out the room with a glowing face.
Blair walked in, closing the door after Draco, with two cups of pumpkin juice, some apples, a block of cheese and some toast. "You and him made up easily?" Blair asked.
"How can I not forgive him, Blair?"
Blair set the stuff down on the coffee table and Hermione grabbed a piece of toast. She looked at Hermione and then said, "You're supposed to leave him hanging. Leave him unsure of himself so he spoils you later."
"You said he shouldn't butter me up." Hermione protested.
"It was a lie of course. Because when you don't say that, they always end up buying you things. A lot of expensive things." Hermione smiled at Blair as she flopped down on the red coach opposite of her.
"I don't need expensive things. But diamonds, other then you, are my best friend." Blair winked at Hermione and they laughed.
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Draco walked up to the Slytherin common room to meet Blaise. Everything was the same as her remembered it. But it was different…a different feeling for Draco. He had felt so superior to all his peers since he had become head boy. But every time he walked into the old common room, it felt like old times. Just partying the days away.
Those were good days.
Draco walked into the common room to see Jessie playing with her Siamese cat, Carma. She was on her hands and knees and Draco was out of breath. Jessie's ass in the air in short shorts? She looked behind her and smiled at Draco.
"Stop staring, Draco." Jessie said. Draco looked at her face.
"I wasn't, promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye." Jessie smirked and stood up as Draco approached her. Why was she being so nice? She grabbed Draco's hair and pulled on it.
"Ow, Jessie, you little whore." She then grabbed his face and put her forehead against his.
"I don't have a date to the dance. I found Blaise fooling around with some girl. Will you go with me?" Draco's heart skipped about a thousand beats. He couldn't go with Jessie! If he did who would Hermione dance with? What would she think?
Why did he care? They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend.
"You know, I wasn't really planning on going…I hate balls. But maybe if I'm feeling up to it, I'll go." Jessie moved her head away from his and stared at him.
"If you don't wanna go with me, Draco, that's fine. I don't care if you already have a date."
You would care if you knew who she was.
"I'll think about it, but I can't guarantee anything." But ignoring Draco's answer, Jessie leaned into his neck. She pulled away a few seconds later and stared at him with an eyebrow cocked.
"You smell like vanilla." Jessie said putting her hands on her hips.
"It's a new kind of cologne I've been trying. Do you like it?" Draco lied. Had Hermione's scent rubbed off onto him? Although he loved the smell, it was much too girly for him. It was perfect for the girls he dated, but not perfect on him.
"Draco, you smell like a girl. That doesn't bother you?"
"I figure if so many girls like to wear the smell then they'll be more attracted to my own smell." Jessie stared at him puzzled. "Yeah, I'll go. Talk to you later," Draco turned around leaving Jessie perplexed.
He walked as fast as he could down to the Great Hall. He had to find Marissa. This was urgent. Two girls wanted to go to the ball with him but one of them happened to be his current interest and the other was his exgirlfriend! Marissa always knew what to do in situations like this.
Draco looked around and finally saw Marissa talking to some of her friends. He walked up to her and stood behind her friend. She stared at him. "What do you need, Draco?"
"Help!" Draco said. The other girls turned around and giggled. Draco looked down at the girls. They were 6th years and they looked pretty hot. Draco looked back at Marissa angrily.
"'Scuse me girls, I'll just have to help you later." Marissa said. She grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him out into the entrance hall. "What do you need, Draco? I was in the middle of a very important conversation."
"I bet it wasn't as important as my problem." Draco said.
"Jeremy Quintana might like me!" Marissa said. Jeremy was a very popular boy with the girls. He looked like –to most girls- like he had just walked out from an Abercrombie magazine.
"Sorry, but this is more important. Two girls want to go to the dance with me! One of them-"
"Bookworm." Marissa interrupted.
"What?"
"Codename, keep going."
"I can't tell bookworm I can't go with her because I'm going with Sexy-Hot-Mo-Quidditch-Player-"
"No, that's not a good code name. Call her…Britney Spears."
"Who's that?" Draco asked.
"You'll know soon, keep going."
"Well Britney Spears wants me to go with her and I can't tell her that I'm going with Bookworm because then Britney will tell everyone. But if I don't go with Bookworm then she will hate me forever and she's the only person I wouldn't mind having my kids. My mum won't mind either, because they've met and she loved her! Marissa, what do I do?" Draco whined.
"Draco, how are you gonna go with Bookworm?"
"It's a friggen Halloween Ball, Marissa!"
"Oh yeah, forgot that part. Uhm, tell Britney you'll go with her but in some slow songs I'll keep her distracted. So then you can dance with Bookworm. But your gonna have to either get Blair on it or tell Bookworm because I don't know how I'm gonna distract her."
"Fine," Draco said turning around. But then he stopped.
"Get Blair in on it." Draco nodded and then continued his way.
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Hermione had Blair zip up the back of the small red dress. "It won't go up any further and it's not like your fat."
"Well, I have been busting my ass to fit into this thing." Hermione said. It was a dress she had had for many years but never could actually pull up the damn zipper. Luckily she had stopped growing at 5'5" or it might have been way too short on her.
Stupid fucking red dress.
"Alright, I'm gonna pull it up as hard as I can and if it pinches your skin…well...I'm not sure, but we'll find out." Blair said. 1, 2, 3…
"Is it zipped?" Hermione asked with her eyes closed as tight as they would go.
"Yeah," Blair said out of breath. Her fingers were red and irritated from trying to get that stupid zipper up. She fell on her couch and stared at Hermione. The girl looked hot…almost too hot. Black hair, a short red dress with feathers…thank God she was going to wear red flip flops instead of hooker shoes. Jessie Knowlton couldn't have found a hotter costume then Hermione.
Blair was going to beat Draco for accepting Jessie's invitation! Blair heatedly got up and went into her fridge. She grabbed an apple and then a knife from a draw. Hermione stared at her.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. Blair turned to look at her and then turned back to her apple. She raised the knife and then stabbed the apple.
"Nothing at all."
Hermione looked around and then went over to the window. Most of the leaves had died and fallen off the trees. It was almost too cold to go running, but Hermione's leg ached too. "Are you planning on dancing with Harry?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure." Blair said, still cutting her apple with fury.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind, but he'd probably nervous."
"What about you and Draco?"
"I'm on tenterhooks, but hopefully he won't run away or something." Blair looked back at her, sticking her head out the window like a dog and looking around. She shouldn't have even got involved in Draco's little scam because Hermione would eventually find out and she'd kill Blair.
Something had to go wrong. Something always did. Hopefully the monster wouldn't come out tonight.
The monster…
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Blair sat watching the teen grope fest. Hermione had successfully gotten in without anyone knowing who she was. Blair's home made mask had worked.
The strong smell of marijuana filled the air. Blair's eyes watered and stung. She hated it.
Then she remembered the monster. But all she could remember was not eating for day's straight, feeling like she was going to die, coughing constantly.
She looked around and saw Jessie Knowlton trying to grind with Draco. But all they were doing was talking.
"Who is that girl that keeps on dancing with you?"
"I don't know but she's hot." Draco yelled over the music.
"Well tell her that you're my date, even if she does have a better costume then me." Jessie was an angel in a short dress, with some Uggs. She looked super cute and angelic, but Hermione looked sexy and dangerous. Jessie glared at her as she danced with Blaise Zabini. Draco wanted to rip her out of Blaise's arms and tell her that she was being slutty. She was his…
Wasn't she?
Draco didn't care; he pulled her away from Blaise anyway and put his mouth to her ear. "What are you doing?"
"Dancing, God." Hermione snapped, whipping her arm out of Draco's clutch and glaring at him. "What's your problem, Draco? You don't own me."
"Yeah, but I sure do know Blaise isn't your type!"
"I never said he was, we were just dancing. Can't I have fun?" Draco stared at her.
"Not with him,"
"Oh well then you can't have fun with Jessie." Hermione said as a slow song came on. "Look, Draco, I know what you're doing. She asked you and you couldn't say no, but if your gonna have fun…well…then why can't I?"
"Because, I don't want that Pot head's hands all over you!"
"Well I don't want Jessie's hands all over you!" Draco glared at her as a group of nerds came between them with a chain. Jessie grabbed her hands and started slow dancing with him.
Hermione glowered and looked around. She saw Blaise standing in the corner all lonely. She walked over to him and grabbed his hand. She kissed him, her hands skimming the edge of his boy band looking shirt. He paused and looked at her. "Hey, wait. Wanna take a line?"
"A what?"
"Come on, you know. A line?"
"Oh yeah," Hermione said trying to sound smart. "Sure."
"Come on," He led her through a door and into a room. He locked it behind then and then sat on the floor. She sat next to him and watched him take out a small bag full of white powdery stuff. Hermione's heart started beating faster then ever. Her mind was telling her to get up, yet her body wouldn't move.
He looked up as he spread the powder around on a blank piece of paper and grinned. She grinned back.
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After the song was over, Draco let go of Jessie and went to a door, hoping he wouldn't find Hermione and Blaise making out. He turned the knob but it was locked.
"Damn it," he muttered, turning it over and over again. He took out his wand and whispered the unlocking spell. It clicked and he slowly opened it. There was Hermione snorting some white shit.
"Get the fuck away from that shit, He- Heather!" Draco said grabbing her by the arm. She dropped the straw Blaise had provided her with and coughed, shutting her eyes to prevent the tears from falling. Draco pushed her out of the closet and kicked the door close. Jessie was waiting.
"What the hell do you think your doing, getting hooked on that shit?" Draco said.
"What happened?" Jessie asked.
"Blaise was teaching her how to do crack."
"Let's take her upstairs." Draco looked at Jessie. She hadn't noticed it was Hermione yet, even without the mask. The black hair really made her look different.
Draco carried Hermione upstairs, Jessie still looking at her. "Is she gonna be alright?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it so much." Draco said for the fourth time. He looked at Jessie; she really was gorgeous and cared a lot.
Draco set Hermione down on the couch and got next to her. "What the hell were you thinking?" He whispered. Jessie stood there and stared.
"I don't know, Draco. I didn't want to do it but I couldn't just get up and leave. You know how scared I get." Hermione cried. Jessie may not have recognized the look, but the voice sure sounded familiar.
"Draco…go get some fucking water for the girl." Jessie said with anger in her voice. Draco looked up and obeyed. She got down next to Hermione and stared at her features. It was all right there…this definitely was Hermione Granger.
"Fuck…we should have just had a party up here then went down there. Then you wouldn't have to disguise yourself Granger. You shouldn't have trusted Blaise like that." Suddenly Blair burst into the room. She stared at Hermione and Jessie.
"What happened?" Blair asked.
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Blair stared out into the cold, sunny weather, wrapped up in a blanket smoking a cigarette. She couldn't believe Draco would just let her go like that and then blame it on her. It's not like she had a choice anyway. Blaise would have killed her. And now Jessie knew everything. This whole secret idea they had wasn't working out.
"They're looking for you." Blair turned around and saw Jessie standing behind her. "Well, Draco is anyway. He wants to talk to you about last night."
"Tell him to fuck off."
Jessie sat next to Blair and stared at her. "Why are you so angry?"
"Draco doesn't care about her. Draco could care less about her and more about his status." Blair said.
"And he does. He never cares about the girl he's with. He's scared of commitment."
"So I heard," Blair said handing Jessie the cigarette. Jessie took a puff and then passed it back. "Why aren't you mad? Of all people."
"I've known longer then Draco thinks. I've gotten used to the fact that he has feelings for her like no other girl. I still love Draco… a girl can't always get what she wants, but she can still dream." Blair looked at Jessie and smiled.
"So your gonna be nice to her?"
"Yeah, if I do anything wrong, Draco will hate me." Blair liked Jessie because she was strong and carried on.
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Hermione flipped through the pages of a book and felt a pair of hands creep around her waist. She smacked the book close and then turned around to face Draco. She pulled away from Draco's grasp and then leaned against the book case.
Draco stared at her, fury entering his mind. "Why are you being like this?"
"Being like what?" Hermione asked. "Oh being like this, well first of all you yelled at me for dancing with Blaise Zabini last night and then acted like it was my fault that I got involved with his drugs. Do you know what he could have done to me if I refused to do it, Draco?"
"You could have walked away, Hermione."
"Draco, I was scared! When you're that scared you don't know what to do." Draco put his hands on her face.
"When you're that scared, you're supposed to say no." Draco brought her in for a hug but Hermione pushed him away and glared at him.
"You don't get it, Draco! There's such a thing called peer pressure. You don't get it because you're so perfect and fearless of the world. Except when it comes to the one you love." Draco glowered at her, his chest heaving. He was resisting the urge to push her against the book case and tell her she was wrong. Who was she to tell him that he never got peer pressured?
"I don't love you! And I never will, Granger. Your just one of many. It's just a fucking phase in my life. Just like you go through books in a second, I go through girls in a second. I'm gonna end up with Jessie and you know that all too well. The song goes, 'you can't make a wife out of a whore.'" Hermione stared at him, not believing what she was hearing. "Yeah, that's right. I was snooping through your stuff, listening to your angry woman music." Oxygen was running low in Hermione's lungs. If Hermione had saved all of her tears in a glass cup, that cup would be overflowing.
No. She wouldn't cry over him again.
"Well, you know what they say, if your lover beats you, tell on them." Hermione licked her lips, turned and walked away. But Draco caught her by the wrist and twisted her around.
"When have I ever hurt you?"
"Draco, you were going to kill me, remember way back when?"
"You know I wouldn't ever hurt you."
"Oh and that scar on my hand, rem-"
"You know how many times I told you to stop?" Draco said.
"Please, don't make that an excuse. You know I was just trying to get under your skin after you handed over your rude remarks."
"Well you got under my skin pretty damn good, Hermione! You're like a fucking bug that I can't get rid of. It's annoying!"
"Good! That's exactly how I want to be; so fucking annoying it drives you into fucking oblivion!" She turned around ripping out of his grip and headed for the door. But he grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against the wall.
"This may just be a phase for me, but I can't resist you and you know that pretty damn well. I need you now and not later."
"Fuck off," Hermione said. "I'm not one of your stupid sluts."
"Might as well be one since your living with me for the next few months."
"I'd rather be a crack snorting whore then be your slut."
"That's just foul." Draco whispered into her ear getting angrier by the minute.
"You're just as foul."
"Really? Well maybe that's because your scent still lingers on my clothes." He said pressing her so hard next to the wall; he was lifting her against it. She looked down at him and her hands crept up his neck and yanked his head back by his hair.
"Yours does too. But I think I'm getting used to it." Draco loosened his grip around her and let her fall to the ground, catching her. He looked her in the eyes and put his hands on her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"I don't know who you think I am, but I really like you, Granger. And I hate you at the same time. You want everyone to feel sorry for you and it makes you selfish but I love it. You're the only thing I can think about right now and if you're not okay, I start to worry. I never worry and everybody knows that."
"Well I'm going to be alright so there's no need to worry about me." Draco stared at her wondering what she was doing. She was throwing a lot away and didn't seem to care much. She took his hands away from her face and held them.
"I care too much," Draco said.
"You make no sense." Hermione said in a trebly voice. "But I love it. I don't want to start over; I want to take off from here." Draco nodded and suddenly felt her soft lips touch his own. He also felt her tears against his burning cheeks, but the tears gave him something besides words to think about.