He shuddered at the thought. Wasn't the strange, bubbly feeling of forbidden pleasure in the pit of his stomach real?
Harry's head spun with questions he couldn't answer. Potter wasn't sure what to think.
Before he knew it, he was standing outside of the Gryffindor Common Room. He looked up suddenly, brought back to reality by the Fat Lady's demand for the password. He mumbled it and crawled through to the Common Room as she swung forward to let him in. Ron was playing Neville in a game of Wizard's Chess, and Hermione was hunched over her homework, a line of determination etched across her forhead.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron called and smiled.
"Where've you been?" Neville twisted around in his chair and smiled mischievously. "Out with your girlfriend, weren't you?"
Boyfriend! Harry corrected mentally. But were Draco and him...
"No," Harry spat angrily and looked at Neville. "Of course not! I don't even have a girlfriend."
"Oh, come on. Do you really expect us to believe that? You haven't had a girlfriend for all this time. Well there was Cho and Ginny (he shuddered), but they didn't last long," Ron said.
Well, he wasn't lying.
"Hermione, where are you going?" Ron asked, his face lit up with wonder. Harry hadn't given the fact that Ron liked Hermione much thought, because he so preoccupied with the fiascos of the previous years. Since he liked Draco, he supposed, he started to notice other couples. Doesn't that annoy you? When you really want something, you notice all the other people that have that something.
Hermione froze on the spot, halfway into the crawl space that led out of the Common Room. She jumped down and spun around. She put her hands up in defense hastily. "Nowhere, I'm not going anywhere!"
"Well, you're obviously going somewhere," said Harry.
Her eyes flicked from the exit to Harry, and back again. She could feel her hands clamming up, and a barely noticeable bead of nervous sweat began rolling down her forehead. Hermione flicked it away quickly, desperate to seem normal so the boys wouldn't suspect anything.
She was failing miserably. She had never failed at anything before, really. Hermione decided she didn't like failing, not in the least!
"Well, I've really got to be going to the... Library! Yes, the Library. Umm, I need a book. Yeah, that's it," Hermione rambled on, making it up as she went.
Ron was too tired to see she was making excuses. "All right then, see you later."
Hermione looked at Harry again nervously, before scrambling out of the Common Room without a word.
"Well, that was odd," Harry remarked as he stared at the exit where Hermione had gone. What on earth was she doing?
"Don't worry about it, Harry. She's a girl, it's probably that time of month or something," Neville said, moving his queen.
Ron smiled triumphantly. "Checkmate. Good game, ol' chap."
Harry looked over his shoulder, and Ron had indeed won.
A/N: I just finished the 6th HP book and seeing that you guys haven't had much of a story, I decided to post it. What an evil writer JK is, though. Evil, evil, evil. I'm having trouble posting this because of what she did to Draco. I never got that, though... Is Hogwarts really closing down or was that just implied? And what's Occlumency or something and Legilimens or something...? I'm sorry, I don't remember much and I don't have the earlier books anymore P
P.S. Sorry for the super short chapter, but I had to break it off here.
P.P.S. And I know I'm kinda ignoring the factor of time and the book's story line, but since when did fic writers care about that? I've read some fics where Draco breaks down crying to some O/C girl about how his father is forcing him to be a Death Eater and he just doesn't want to and all he wants to do is be good! Hobsquabble. Haha! I made up a word! And review, PLEASE!