Disclaimer: sigh I actually feel sorry for those of you who think after all this time that Hermione, Draco, Ron and Ginny belong to me. If you are under that delusion, I recommend that you check out the book Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (or Sorcerer's Stone, if you are in America) by J.K. Rowling.
She stood there, staring into pools of molten silver for what seem like forever. A million things were running through her mind, but she didn't voice any. Nor did it escape her notice that Draco wasn't saying anything either. No, he was just holding her, as if he was afraid that if he let her go, she'd disappear. Not a bad assumption, actually, Mr. Malfoy. Her inner voice thought, amused.
Finally, she stepped from his arms. "Draco?" She said hesistantly, but got no further. What am I supposed to say after a kiss like that? Fortunately, or unfortunately (depending on your school of thought), Draco began to talk.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I shouldn't have done that."
With those words, Hermione's world came crashing down around her. Of course he didn't mean to kiss me… it was just a joke carried too far… Why would he want to kiss me? We're friends. That's all. Just friends… And yet, somehow the idea of being "just friends" didn't reassure Hermione as much as it should have.
Meanwhile, Draco continued talking – about what, Hermione was entirely unsure. She woke from her trance to hear Draco begging her to say something. "Hermione, hon, say something – anything."
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, Draco." She plastered on a phony smile. But why should it be phony? I'm happy he thinks it was a mistake. Happy. H-A-P-P-Y. "Of course it was a mistake. Just something that happened." She stepped farther away from him, ignoring the hand that reached up to touch her. "If you'll excuse me, I'm all of a sudden extremely tired. I think I'll head towards bed." She turned and walked briskly to her room, never looking at the forlorn figure still standing in the middle of the living room.
However, once in her room, she couldn't find sleep fast enough. No, instead she spent several hours tossing and turning, trying to figure out why the words "It was a mistake" affected her so much.
Stop it, Hermione. You're just upset because he said it first. That's all. After all, you wouldn't be foolish enough to fall in love with Draco. Only a fool would fall in love with two guys at the same time. And you, Hermione Anne Granger, are not a fool.
And yet, a part of her heart whispered. Liar…
A/N:
Short, I know. But I'm updating two chapters this time (again), so don't kill me.