In Spite Of It All: Chapter 2

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What happened last:

It was snowing outside, Draco was shivering. Hermione sighed. What had she gotten herself into? She quickly went to her room, got her special blanket with the Gryffindor colours on it. She laid it over Draco, and he stopped shivering, a smile on his face.

Hermione smiled too, in spite of herself. Except her smile was a mischievous smirk. Imagine the look on Draco's face, when he woke up draped in the Gryffindor colours. Hermione had to run to her room and bury her face in her pillow, just to stifle her giggles.

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Draco tossed, and then turned, mumbling in his sleep. His hair flopped on his eyes, tickling them. His hand instantly went up to rub them. Draco awoke immediately, confused at where he was. He rubbed his eyes again, and Hermione's classy living room came into view. It was dark outside, and the red numerals on Hermione's muggle-style digital clock read '9:16' pm. Of course it was night! He had fallen asleep in the morning. Wow. He felt so refreshed. Hadn't felt like this since…

Draco looked away, and bit his lip. He focused his attention on something else, looking down at his wringed hands. The couch came into sight.

"WHAT!"

It was a Gryffindor blanket! He was draped in red and gold! He sighed, trying not to let this bother him.

Hermione probably couldn't resist, he thought dryly.

This was the perfect prank to pull on him, even if it wasn't too serious. To him, it was. Slytherin was his past. Part of what he had left. Hermione shouldn't have toyed with that. But she didn't know. He decided to forgive her, part of his new vow not to end up like his parents.

"Well…if she wanted to get back at me for all these years…this was the right thing, I guess. She's smart," he reluctantly decided.

Draco went to the kitchen, for dinner. He rummaged through Hermione's fridge and grabbed an apple. It would do for now. The thought that he was eating Granger's food made him cringe. Here he was, practically begging her. Man, this was hard. Was this what it felt like to be a Weasley? He grinned.

She had left a note for him on the kitchen table, so he picked it up and read it.

Draco…

Help yourself to food, whatever you need. If you're still in my house.

I doubt you are, knowing Draco Malfoy, you're probably off and gone, to brag to your so-called friends about how you tricked poor little Hermione Granger into taking you in. (Did she really think about him like that!) I'm struggling on treating you like a human right now. Must be civil. Well, I wish you stayed.

It gets rather lonesome at night.

(Did she want his company? At night! He'd better read on…but what happened to Potter and the 2 youngest Weasleys?)

As if on cue, Hermione replied,

Harry is very busy with Quidditch, Ginny with Healing. They travel together so I don't see much of them.

Nobody else in this apartment went to Hogwarts with us.

(But what about Weas-- Ron? Wasn't she dating him when they graduated?)

So if you're reading this, it probably means you stayed. I'm glad. Even if you are Draco Malfoy. It does get quite lonely here alone. Okay well, there's only one thing I ask you.

Don't go in my room! I left something this morning and I would rather you not seeing it. If you are truly changed, please show me by staying out. Its private. I left in a hurry this afternoon late night shift…my job as a secretary St. Mungo's.

Bye…Hermione. J

P.S. I wish I was there to see your face when you woke up. Haha!

Well that did it. Now he needed to get revenge on her. Nothing too serious of course, but just something to show her that the old war was still in occurrence. Maybe he shouldn't? He was taking refuge in her hou---apartment. One room apartment. He smirked. Oh damn! I'm being a perv again. Must not think these thoughts. Its Granger for gods sake!

And with that, he solemned up (A/N: is that even a word? Who cares…P) and walked over to her room, with an evil plan of trespassing onto her territory. He ignored the big "Keep Out" sign that Hermione had quickly stuck up this morning.

He turned the knob. It wouldn't budge. Of course. Typical Granger. In her haste, she had still managed to charm her room. Draco hoped it would be easy to break.

Hermione's clear voice broke through.

"What house was I in?"

Easy. Hogwarts. Nobody else was from there, so they wouldn't know what she was talking about. But Draco did. The security spell was not of top quality, Granger Standard, but it was still okay. She had probably been in a big rush in the afternoon.

Draco was smart. That trademark smirk was on his face again.

xxx

He looked around curiously. It was quite neat, except for a pink fluffy diary that lay open on her bed. It was tempting. Draco walked over to it, and sat down on Hermione's neatly made bed. Picking it up, he saw only 3 entries. He started to read.

THIS CHAPTER IS MATURE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT STUFF, DON'T READ IT. ITS NOTHING TOO BAD, BUT THE RATING OF THIS CHAPTER IS HIGHER THAN MY OTHERS. (A/N: reminding you, once again, not to read this if you don't like it, but I'm not going into any details or such about that. I can't write that, however I will describe, in great detail (okay not too much detail), one of Ron and Hermione's kisses.)

June 27.

Dear Diary,

Today we graduated! I'm officially done Hogwarts. Well what I'm writing to you about is that I'm no longer a virgin. I lost it. To Ron. It was wonderful.

He seemed really experienced, and when I asked him if this was his first time, he hesitated before mumbling a yes.

It was great.

And from there, Hermione described her experience. Draco gaped. Wow. Weasley and Granger seemed almost human. He shook his head. He had forgotten. He had to be nice. Hermione and Ron were human, and well that meant they had human experiences. Hermione was good at writing, and Draco felt as if he had been there. Then he wrinkled his nose. That he didn't want.

He flipped the page, not wanting to read about how Weasley had seduced Granger.

The next entry took place a little while after the previous one.

July 6.

Dear Diary.

Ron came over today. We didn't do much today, except for hanging out. We didn't do it today. I was expecting someone so we decided to just kiss and mess around. His kisses are wonderful. I didn't know anyone could be kissed like that. It was breathtaking. I'll describe it from my point of view. I think I should describe rather than babble about it. Okay here goes.

I was taking a bath. Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. I had left it unlocked, and smiled. That must be Ron, on an unexpected visit. This was great! I hadn't seen him since school let out. He was such a gentleman! He had a key to my apartment and my bathroom door was unlocked. But he still knocked. I was so glad I was dating Ron. Well I got out, and took my towel, wrapping it around myself to greet Ron. ('Strange', thought Draco, 'but that's how Hermione looked when I met her this morning'.)

When I got that first glance at him, I wanted to eat him alive. I was so glad to see him! His face lit up when I opened the door, and he closed it behind him. We looked at each other, and then rushed into a hug. Our lips instantly met. It was heaven. His breath was cool and chocolaty. His hands went around my waist, I put mine around his neck. It was great to have him all to myself again. My towel was slipping. Ron secured it with one hand on my back. I smiled through the kiss. We understood each other so well, I didn't even have to speak. His tongue explored my mouth, reaching the depths of my inner body. I did the same to him. The thrill of it all was delightful. I hope we get together more over the summer.

The doorbell is ringing. Its Ron. We're getting together again. Okay I'm going. Can't wait! I think that I'm in love. If he asks me to marry him, I'm going to say yes. This is the real thing.

xxx

Hermione.

Draco gaped. Wow. He whistled. Onto the next entry,

WARNING: SWEARING IN NEXT ENTRY

September18.

Diary!

FCK! FCK! FCK! I HATE RON SO GODDAMN MUCH! Let me explain what happened.

Okay well Ron came to my house last week, and told me that he had to cancel our date to the amusement park. I had been looking forward to that, so I was a little down when he cancelled. When I asked why he couldn't go, he simply told me he was busy. I should have known then. But I didn't believe him to be like that, so I asked what he was doing…he replied nothing, and walked out of my home. That should have been another sign. No goodbye kiss.

So this morning, which was when we were supposed to be out, I decided to head over to his house to see what he was up to. His parents now lived somewhere else, and he and Ginny were the only kids left at home. Ginny was with Harry, so Ron had the house to himself for a while. When I got there, I got in with my key. It was quiet, except for some noise coming from Ron's bedroom. I knocked. Ron opened the door, his mop of red hair, a mess. He was wearing a white housecoat, which looked like it had been quickly thrown on. Which it probably had.

Well when Ron realized it was me, his eyes got wide, and he tried to block what was in the room. He couldn't. I threw a quick disarming spell at him, and got in. There, in his bed, was a ditzy blonde. As soon as she saw me, she got an annoying look on her face, and asked Ron in a high pitched voice who I was, and to make me get the hell out cause they weren't finished.

Ron looked at her, and then me. He avoided my gaze, and told the blonde that I was a cousin who had merely come to ask about our sick aunt. That made my blood boil. I was his fucking girlfriend. Well ex-girlfriend. I chose that moment to slap Ron across the face, and shouted to the blonde that I was his girlfriend. But then, I turned to Ron and told him it was over, and to the blonde, that she could have him. I ran out crying. And guess what. Ron never came after me. He still hasn't called me, and I have a feeling he never will. Its over. I'm heartbroken.

Hermione.

"Malfoy?" An icy voice slashed through the air. It was Hermione.

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