Hermione dragged herself up the stairs the Gryffindor passageway. She was sweaty, and tired, and just wanted to go take a shower and then sleep until school started again. She looked at the painting, and the fat lady stared back at her.

"Don't you look beautiful today," she said sarcastically. The fat lady tossed her head back letting her hair fall down over her shoulders.

"Butterbeesa." Hermione said watching her. The painting slowly creaked open and Hermione placed her hand on the frame about to go in. Then she leaned around and faced the fat lady. "Sirius Black." The fat lady's eyes grew wide and she looked around wildly as if expecting a lunatic to jump out and slash her. Hermione smiled and then walked into the common room.

There, sitting on two of the many couches and lounge chairs, were the two people she really didn't want to see: Harry and Ron. She could tell just by looking at them that they were furious. She felt her shoulders slump as she walked toward them, unable to think of anything that would be able to get her out of this situation without feeling their wrath. So instead of turning and running, as she wanted to, she calmly sat down on the lounge chair farthest away from them, yet still facing them. They stared at her, fire burning behind their eyes, and she all of a sudden felt quite defensive. They had no right to be so angry at her for being happy. The silence was unbearable though, so she spoke first.

"I suppose you heard what happened." She said quietly, knowing the answer.

"Yes Hermione. We heard what happened." Ron said fiercly. She looked at him a little surprised. Sure she knew that he would be angry but fuming with rage was a different thing.

"We also heard that you were the one who kissed him first." Harry said in a low voice.

"And who told you that?"

"Cho."

"Oh." She held back a smile that she had just rhymed but she knew now would definitely not be a good time to say that. "So?" She tried harder not to smile. Must be the stress, she thought.

"So? SO? Hermione I thought we could trust you!" Ron yelled.

"YOU CAN."

"Oh yah? I can't trust anyone who trusts a Malfoy." Harry spat at her.

"Well then its your fault, isn't it?" She sunk back into the chair her hands crossed over her chest. "You don't know him like I do, Harry."

"I don't think I want to." He said sarcastically. She tried hard not to get up and hit him but instead she pressed her arms against herself harder.

"Harry, be reasonable. You know that there is some good in everyone. I happened to find it in Malfoy." Hermione said.

"Well, we don't go around snogging him, Hermione, so we wouldn't know the 'good' he has to offer." Harry stated in a disgusted voice. Ron made a gagging noise, and his face turned a faint shade of purple and then green as if it couldn't decide which would be better, suffocating or throwing up.

"You know that's not what I meant." She tried to say in an unruffled tone.

"Are you sure? Because that must be the thing I can picture him being 'good' about." Harry taunted her.

"Ew." Ron paled.

"Or maybe you're shagging him. Maybe that's what he is good at."

"Harry. Stop." He gagged. "I'm begging of you."

"Is that it? Is that the highlight of Malfoy's goods? Is hethe kingin the sack Hermione? Because, hell, I know a thousand girls who would love to know that!" Ron moaned, trying to keep the contents of his stomach inside of his stomach.

"Damn it. Don't you see? You guys are so blinded by your idiotic childish fights that you can't even accept him."

"We don't want to accept him."Ron said obviously trying to calm his voice, and his stomach.

"Well, I want you to. Please, for me?" She asked practically begging.

"No." Harry said shortly.

"Please?"

"No." Ron repeated in Harry's tone.

"Fine." She stood up. "If that's how you want to do it, then that's how it will be. Oh, and have fun studying… by yourselves. Good luck passing without me." She sent them a smirk that showed them she had been hanging out with Malfoy for a little too long. Then she walked past them as if she didn't care and as if the talk they had just had was unimportant to her. As she walked towards the girls dormitories she literally bumped into Ashlee who was walking down from them.

"I'm sorry they're like this, Hermione."

"I'm sure you are." Hermione said sarcastically. "It must hurt you ohso bad." She pushed past her and into the dormitories, closing the door harshly behind her. She leaned against the door telling herself she wouldn't cry… and trying so hard not to.

A/N: There we have it. Malfoy's Goods. hahah i love the title even though this chapter is kinda depressing. Anyway. Review! I mean it. yes you. I can see you. Hit the little button and review. Don't be stupid. Dont... Yes hit the button. Dooo ittttt.