Disclaimer: This is not mine, the characters, I mean.
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Draco quickly pulled off Ginny's lips. She blushed and turned away. Draco was just opening and closing his mouth.
"What was that?" he finally asked.
"A thank you kiss," she replied softly.
"But Harry? Aren't you with him?"
"No one knows except you and me, and I won't say anything." Draco nodded.
He made a gesture like he was locking his lips and throwing away the key. Ginny was satisfied and stumbled out the room, touching her lips with shock.
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Draco stood for some time, pondering what he had done. Weasley was nice to taste, but Hermione was much better. He didn't know why or what, he just knew, it was a feeling.
He swayed to the bathroom door and knocked on it. After getting no reply, he disarmed the lock and pushed the door.
Hermione was lying on the floor, barely moving. Her legs were sprawled and her eyes were closed. Draco was at her side instantly.
"Hermione?" he tapped her face. She was cold, almost frozen. He used a warming spell he had known and tried to sit her up. Reviving her with a small 'Enervatus' her eyes snapped open.
"Draco?" she questioned uncertainly. His blurry shape slid into one as he came closer.
"What's up?" he told her, more of a statement than a question.
"Nothing!" she replied quickly.
"Sure, Hermione," he said sarcastically. "Yeah, nothing's up. That's just why you don't go to Hogsmeade or Quidditch or the Library or classes or any meals or Cainbridge. But no, nothing's up."
"Draco!"
"No, Hermione. You aren't well, psychologically, you aren't well. Have you been eating?" he inquired.
"Yes."
"When? You haven't been at the Great Hall for a month!"
"I go to the kitchens," she responded.
"Hermione, you're ill."
"I'm not!" she cried.
"You are! What does your stomach look like?" he shot quietly.
"Fine!"
"Let's see then!" he challenged.
She took off her robes and rolled up her blouse, slightly tugging her skirt down.
Draco gasped. Her ribs stuck out at angles, clearly visible in her stretched skin. Her stomach was swollen, but flattened and her kidneys were almost the same as her ribs.
"Hermione, you're anorexic!"
"I'm fine!"
"Hermione! Is that what you want to look like? Are you healthy?"
"Yes."
"You're not, Hermione. You are so anorexic you can't see it! Come on! You're coming to Dumbledore," he commanded. Hermione struggled in vain to free herself from the grasp of him but in the end gave up.
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"Come in, Draco! Come in!" Dumbledore cried happily when Draco appeared around the corner. Draco darted his eyes, and Dumbledore realised Hermione was with him.
"Come on!" he cried joyfully. Draco walked in, clutching a struggling Hermione by the wrist. Dumbledore could see through her robes that her skirt had tighter elastic in it and even then it was nearly off.
"Ah! Hermione! How nice of you to join us! Please, sit. Draco, do you have something to say?"
"Yes. Hermione, show the Professor what you showed me, or tell him."
Hermione obeyed quietly, abandoning her robes and revealing her stomach once more. Dumbledore struggled to contain his dismay but found a voice.
"I'm disappointed Hermione," he announced sternly. She nodded.
"Is there something you want to say?" Draco prompted. She nodded again.
"Professor, I just feel...depressed at the moment, quite depressed really. Since Snape, I just remembered what happened to my Uncle and me during the summers and I wanted to banish those memories, get rid of them permanently. I feel that there is this big gap in my life at the moment and I want to jump over it, but I want also to just jump in the middle and disappear, diminish. I just can't stand anything at the moment, being touched by even Ginny or Draco, speaking to anyone, eating makes me feel ill and I am more bulimic than anorexic because I eat but it doesn't stay down. I don't go anywhere because I feel that people will look at me and know me because of Snape, not for my friends or smarts, but for nearly being raped by a teacher. I can't stand it Dumbledore, I can't!" Hermione burst angrily. Draco moved to hug her, but remembering what she said, quickly moved back.
"Hermione, I understand what it is. Teenage depression, quite common, particularly in Muggle borns because they feel different and distant from everyone else, they are cast aside. The counselor isn't doing anything so I'm doing something. As of this moment, you are relieved from Head Girl duties until you put on some weight. You have permission to skip a few classes to sleep and rest, otherwise Poppy would kill me, but you must promise to eat, visit Harry and Ron and catch up on what you have missed. Ok?" he added kindly. Hermione felt tears spring behind her eyes when he had mentioned her Head Girl duties but she nodded.
"You are allowed to stay as a Head Girl but I will get a Prefect to do your duties," he said quickly, almost like he could read what Hermione had said.
Dumbledore dismissed them and they walked out to the grounds. Sitting on a secluded piece of lawn, they said nothing. Draco eventually broke the silence.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Sorry?"
"Why'd you not want a relationship and then lose the plot?"
"I don't know. I wasn't ready for it, I suppose. I lost the plot because I wanted to but I didn't want to speak to you because I was annoyed with myself."
"Want to give it a go now?"
"Well, what about Harry and Ron?" Draco shrugged.
"Who cares?" Hermione smiled slightly.
"We could give it a go," she said softly. Draco broke into a grin and hurled himself at Hermione, knocking her backwards into a kiss. Warmth flooded her body, something she had missed for so long. She wrapped her arms around him, but didn't respond any other way.
A short way off, Ron peered from around a tree, scowling at what was happening. Hermione hadn't been out for weeks and now she was kissing that Malfoy prat?
However, Harry was up in his bedroom with Ginny. Sheets were the only thing that separated them and Ron would have been more annoyed at this than Hermione.
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A/N: Hope you are smart enough to work out what I meant at the end about Ginny and Harry. Er...Well, Draco and Hermione had to kiss sometime so why not there and just to add some spice we'll add Harry and Ginny.
Anyway, I have to go so review and read!
Please?
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Draco quickly pulled off Ginny's lips. She blushed and turned away. Draco was just opening and closing his mouth.
"What was that?" he finally asked.
"A thank you kiss," she replied softly.
"But Harry? Aren't you with him?"
"No one knows except you and me, and I won't say anything." Draco nodded.
He made a gesture like he was locking his lips and throwing away the key. Ginny was satisfied and stumbled out the room, touching her lips with shock.
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Draco stood for some time, pondering what he had done. Weasley was nice to taste, but Hermione was much better. He didn't know why or what, he just knew, it was a feeling.
He swayed to the bathroom door and knocked on it. After getting no reply, he disarmed the lock and pushed the door.
Hermione was lying on the floor, barely moving. Her legs were sprawled and her eyes were closed. Draco was at her side instantly.
"Hermione?" he tapped her face. She was cold, almost frozen. He used a warming spell he had known and tried to sit her up. Reviving her with a small 'Enervatus' her eyes snapped open.
"Draco?" she questioned uncertainly. His blurry shape slid into one as he came closer.
"What's up?" he told her, more of a statement than a question.
"Nothing!" she replied quickly.
"Sure, Hermione," he said sarcastically. "Yeah, nothing's up. That's just why you don't go to Hogsmeade or Quidditch or the Library or classes or any meals or Cainbridge. But no, nothing's up."
"Draco!"
"No, Hermione. You aren't well, psychologically, you aren't well. Have you been eating?" he inquired.
"Yes."
"When? You haven't been at the Great Hall for a month!"
"I go to the kitchens," she responded.
"Hermione, you're ill."
"I'm not!" she cried.
"You are! What does your stomach look like?" he shot quietly.
"Fine!"
"Let's see then!" he challenged.
She took off her robes and rolled up her blouse, slightly tugging her skirt down.
Draco gasped. Her ribs stuck out at angles, clearly visible in her stretched skin. Her stomach was swollen, but flattened and her kidneys were almost the same as her ribs.
"Hermione, you're anorexic!"
"I'm fine!"
"Hermione! Is that what you want to look like? Are you healthy?"
"Yes."
"You're not, Hermione. You are so anorexic you can't see it! Come on! You're coming to Dumbledore," he commanded. Hermione struggled in vain to free herself from the grasp of him but in the end gave up.
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"Come in, Draco! Come in!" Dumbledore cried happily when Draco appeared around the corner. Draco darted his eyes, and Dumbledore realised Hermione was with him.
"Come on!" he cried joyfully. Draco walked in, clutching a struggling Hermione by the wrist. Dumbledore could see through her robes that her skirt had tighter elastic in it and even then it was nearly off.
"Ah! Hermione! How nice of you to join us! Please, sit. Draco, do you have something to say?"
"Yes. Hermione, show the Professor what you showed me, or tell him."
Hermione obeyed quietly, abandoning her robes and revealing her stomach once more. Dumbledore struggled to contain his dismay but found a voice.
"I'm disappointed Hermione," he announced sternly. She nodded.
"Is there something you want to say?" Draco prompted. She nodded again.
"Professor, I just feel...depressed at the moment, quite depressed really. Since Snape, I just remembered what happened to my Uncle and me during the summers and I wanted to banish those memories, get rid of them permanently. I feel that there is this big gap in my life at the moment and I want to jump over it, but I want also to just jump in the middle and disappear, diminish. I just can't stand anything at the moment, being touched by even Ginny or Draco, speaking to anyone, eating makes me feel ill and I am more bulimic than anorexic because I eat but it doesn't stay down. I don't go anywhere because I feel that people will look at me and know me because of Snape, not for my friends or smarts, but for nearly being raped by a teacher. I can't stand it Dumbledore, I can't!" Hermione burst angrily. Draco moved to hug her, but remembering what she said, quickly moved back.
"Hermione, I understand what it is. Teenage depression, quite common, particularly in Muggle borns because they feel different and distant from everyone else, they are cast aside. The counselor isn't doing anything so I'm doing something. As of this moment, you are relieved from Head Girl duties until you put on some weight. You have permission to skip a few classes to sleep and rest, otherwise Poppy would kill me, but you must promise to eat, visit Harry and Ron and catch up on what you have missed. Ok?" he added kindly. Hermione felt tears spring behind her eyes when he had mentioned her Head Girl duties but she nodded.
"You are allowed to stay as a Head Girl but I will get a Prefect to do your duties," he said quickly, almost like he could read what Hermione had said.
Dumbledore dismissed them and they walked out to the grounds. Sitting on a secluded piece of lawn, they said nothing. Draco eventually broke the silence.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Sorry?"
"Why'd you not want a relationship and then lose the plot?"
"I don't know. I wasn't ready for it, I suppose. I lost the plot because I wanted to but I didn't want to speak to you because I was annoyed with myself."
"Want to give it a go now?"
"Well, what about Harry and Ron?" Draco shrugged.
"Who cares?" Hermione smiled slightly.
"We could give it a go," she said softly. Draco broke into a grin and hurled himself at Hermione, knocking her backwards into a kiss. Warmth flooded her body, something she had missed for so long. She wrapped her arms around him, but didn't respond any other way.
A short way off, Ron peered from around a tree, scowling at what was happening. Hermione hadn't been out for weeks and now she was kissing that Malfoy prat?
However, Harry was up in his bedroom with Ginny. Sheets were the only thing that separated them and Ron would have been more annoyed at this than Hermione.
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A/N: Hope you are smart enough to work out what I meant at the end about Ginny and Harry. Er...Well, Draco and Hermione had to kiss sometime so why not there and just to add some spice we'll add Harry and Ginny.
Anyway, I have to go so review and read!
Please?