It wasn't until the next night that I saw her. It was a Friday night, I walked into the common room and she was there sitting in the corner reading a book. I sat down on the couch and laid my books out, I needed to finish a potion paper that was due on Monday. A few minutes passed and a shadow came over my paper. When I looked up, Hermione was standing there with her book in her hands, she gave me an uncomfortable look. I looked back down at my paper and continued to write, " Can I help you?" I asked. I really didn't know what to say to her. Normally I could care less, about what girls want with me after I have slept with them. But for some reason Hermione was different, maybe it was because we were enemies. She opened her mouth but she shut it quickly after. When she finally gained the courage, she opened her mouth again.
" I just wanted to say thanks." She said it quietly, as if she didn't want anyone to hear. I was confused 'thank you for what'.
" Thanks for what?" I asked her.
She looked at me for a while before she answered, " For being gentle with me." She smiled a little. I could tell this took a lot for her to come over to me and say this.
" What did you think, I would hurt you?" After I said that I kind of thought, it was a stupid question.
She nodded her head, " Yes. Well no, but I didn't expect you to be like that. You were the first person . . . "
" I know." I cut her off. I stood up because I needed to get out of there. I sensed that she wanted to talk about it and I didn't. " Listen, it would probably be best if you didn't tell anyone about it. I can't risk my reputation." I started walking a way, still watching her. Her expression immediately changed. She nodded her head and walked back to where she was sitting and hid behind her book. I couldn't believe the way I was acting with her. I hate her and shouldn't be thinking about her in these sexual ways, she is a mudblood. I knew she wouldn't approach me again to I sat back down and starting working on my paper again. Hoping that this would be the last of our conversations. But I was wrong. Later that night I was sitting in my room, and my bedroom door flew open and in came walking an angry Hermione.
" You know, you could be a bit nice to me. After what we did . . . and then before when I tried to talk to you, you just blew me off." She closed her mouth and swallowed hard, letting out a big sigh.
I got up and walked toward her, " Do you mind, you're in my room." I said pointing toward the door, suggesting she leaves.
" No." That's all she said, before walking to my bed and sitting, determined to get an answer. Well she wasn't going to get one. Not until she answered me.
" Why?" I knew she would remember me asking her the night before. No answer, " I said why?" This time with a little more force.
She furrowed her eyebrows, " Because." I stared and shrugged my shoulds, pushing her to go further. " Because, I needed to be close with someone." She huffed. " Harry and Ron are ignoring me, they both found themselves some girlfriends so they don't need me hanging around them anymore. I'm alone all the time now, incase you haven't notice and I wanted that feeling for once to go away, just for a moment if anything." She stood up, it was like she was getting mad, but not mad at me, mad at them for treating her that way. " And if it takes sleeping with you, my enemy to take that lonely feeling away then so be it." It didn't take long after that for me to tackle her down on my bed and start kissing her roughly. Something about what she said made sense, mostly because that's what I do to other girls. I kissed her hard, bruising her lips. I pulled her shorts and panties down together with one hand, using my other her to pull my own pants down. What she said was hot and I needed her. I trusted inside of her quick, stopping to make sure she was all set and when she was, I started pushing and pulling out of her quickly, her breath went ragged as she pulled my shirt over my head and pulled her own shirt off. Moaning loudly, she scratched my chest making red marks. I groaned went I felt her contract and yell my name and I came inside her again. I rolled off her and onto my back, while she covered herself with the sheet.
" So is this a thing." I asked her, trying to catch my breath.
She shook her head, " No, first time is caught up in the moment, second time is coincidence, third time is a thing." She whispered. I look over at her and smirk. I got back on top of her and started all over again. Once again I rolled off her breathing heavy. I could really get use to this.
" There, now it's a thing." I nodded my head and she smiled. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. " Just remember, there nothing more to this. It's exactly what it is, it's sex." She nodded her head and leaned into me, trying to keep the warmth there.
" Just sex." She whispered into my chest, before falling asleep. I laid there wondering if that's all this really was, before drifting off into a sound sleep.
I woke up the next morning with brown curls in my face, I pushed them aside and pulled her closer to me. A few minutes later she started to move, turning around to face me. " Morning." She said stretching her hands over her head. She must have gotten up sometime during the night because she had my tee shirt on. I nodded my head and closed my eyes again. " Time for breakfast." She stood up and I watched as she exited the room. She came back in fully dress and collected her cloths that she had left behind. " Are you getting up?"
" No, I'm going to skip breakfast today." I rolled onto my stomach. " What are you doing today?" I asked, curious to see if she would be coming back here.
" Oh, I'm going to see if Harry or Ron want to go to Hogsmead with me, but you know . . . If not then I will most likely go to the library, I have that potions' essay to do. Well, see you later I guess?" I nodded my head and she left the room.
I went to Hogsmead that day with Crabbe and Goyle. I spotted Harry and Ron there with two girls but Hermione was no where insight, I figured she was in one of the other stores. At dinner that night I didn't spot her at the Gryffindor table so I headed to the library to see if she was there. Sure enough I spotted her at the back table buried in books. " Have fun at Hogsmead today." She shook her head. " You didn't go?"
" No. This is more important. I really need to finish." Her voice was quite. " You should be careful, people might think we . . . You know you don't have to come up to me and talk to me." She whispered. Her eyes never left the book. " What if someone saw."
" So they will see me talking to you. It's not like we are together." I said leaning back in my seat grabbing a book. However, when the library doors swung open I quickly got out of my seat and headed toward the closest book self. After a few minutes I went back to my seat, " Lets go back to the common room."
She let out a heavy sigh, " What we're doing is wrong. Maybe we shouldn't." She looked over at me. I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. I defiantly wasn't going to let it stop.
" Shut up." I said, trying to make a joke out of it. I leaned closer so she would be the only one who could hear. " You need this." I paused, " We both do." She looked up at me. I couldn't believe I told her that I needed her, because I didn't really. But I wanted to keep it going for the same reasons that she wanted it for. I guess I some what felt a connection with her, just a small one. But it was there.
A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying it so far. I have a lot of ideas and can't wait to write them. Review Please! Kisses!