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CHAPTER SIX:
A/N: Oh wow. I really didn't expect this much feedback! Thank you so much you guys…I really cannot finish this without your constructive criticism. It shows you care about the 'health' of this fic…I truly appreciate what you guys do!
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WARNING: OKAY, I never do this during my writing but this warning is for those who don't want to hear major plot changes. Don't like the plot changes…don't read this chapter. End of story. Thanks to Rotten-Cheese-On-My-Brain for helping me realize that I need to keep it LESS FLUFFY and more real.
Okay…now on to the good stuff!
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"Uhm…Mione…can I speak to you? Really quickly?" Ron asked Hermione timidly, who was in the middle of her piece of chicken.
"Okay…sure. Outside I presume?"
"Yes." He lead her outside the great hall and into the Quidditch Pitch.
The November air nipped at her face and Hermione shivered slightly, "Oh Ron. This better be good. I'm freezing outside."
"Well…I have a crush on you and I-I…" He began, stuttered, blushed and failed, "I mean…what I'm meaning to say…"
Hermione looked up at him incredulously and grinning, "Ron, are you trying to ask me out on a date and be your girlfriend?"
"Erm…yes…so will you?"
She thought to herself for a moment…although she didn't really have a MAJOR crush on Ron…she fancied him…in a kinda sort of way. She decided on giving him a chance.
"Ron Weasley, I would be more than happy to be your girlfriend and go out on a date with you!" Ron picked her up and twirled her around.
"Ron! Put me down. I'm deathly afraid of heights!" Hermione half laughed and screamed.
"Oh. So sorry 'Mione…I was just so happy. I'm so lucky." He put her down and looked into her inquisitive brown eyes.
"Ron…there I think you are wrong. I am the lucky one." She laughed and gave him an awkward hug in which he returned.
Ron hardly containg himself after looking at her pouty lips leaned in to Hermione and gave her a sweet peck on the lips. Grinning against his mouth she returned it back.
In the dark corner of the pitch stood Draco Malfoy. Disgusted by the public affection of Gryffindors.
"What a whore. Who the fuck does she think she is! Stupid mudblood." Draco spat to himself. He sighed and walked back inside Hogwarts, feeling cold from the brisk autumn wind.
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"So mudblood," Hermione flinched at his usage of words, "I heard you got together with Weaselbee today. Am I right?" Draco looked at her maliciously, voice more vicious than usual.
"Yeah. You're right. What does my personal life have to do with the final draft of Snape's project?" She looked back at him, feeling a pang of guilt for not telling him herself.
But what was she to do? What was she to expect? To see him happy that she finally hooked up with Ron? And to top off her big pang of guilt, she was all mixed up inside about ending what she had with Malfoy.
"Nothing to do with Snape's project. But tell me…" Draco captured his lips with hers not caring about what little conscience he has, "Is Weasely any where near of a man to me?" He asked her breathing heavily.
Hermione said nothing.
"Mudblood. Answer me." He growled at her frustrated.
"No. Are you content with yourself now?"
"Fuck yes. So I guess we're still together I presume?"
"Yes. Now shut up and help me finish this stupid project."
"I thought so." Malfoy ran a hand through his hair and didn't utter a single word after that daring not to be defiant against Granger's word…
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Draco walked into the Slytherin corridors looking around for Pansy Parkinson.
Feeling frustrated from his current situation, he punched the wall until his knuckles started to bruise.
"DRACO! What in Merlin's beard are you doing!" Pansy grabbed him from behind and turned him around so that his face met with hers.
"I…don't know."
"Well, Mister Malfoy I know you better enough not to realize that you only do things for a reason. Give me a better explination. Now." She looked into his gray eyes intently.
"I was just angry…and I was looking for you." Draco half lied. He was actually EXCESSIVELY angry at his situation with Granger.
"What do you want that you need me for?"
"An answer to a simple question actually."
"Well…time is a valuable thing. C'mon Malfoy. Spit it out you git."
"I just wanted to know if you, Pansy Parkinson am willing to be my girlfriend."
Without a moment's hesitation Pansy threw her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "I would more than be happy to be your girlfriend Malfoy…your father would be so proud right now."
He smirked at the thought of his father proud of him, "Good. Busy Saturday evening?"
"Nope. You've got a date Mister Malfoy."
"Excellent. Another date at La Vita Dolce sound good?"
"More than good."
"Then best I go now."
"Yeah. You should. Don't want Granger having another hissy fit." Parkinson smirked.
Draco turned on his heel forgetting to say one more thing. Turning around he replied, "Oh yeah and Pans, can I ask you to never call me 'Mister Malfoy' ever again?"
"Why is that?"
"You make me sound like my father. Geez. I'm not as crazed of a lunatic as he is."
"Whatever…" Pansy hesitated, "Goodnight, Mister Malfoy."
"I'll get you for that Parkinson." Draco growled.
Pansy only giggled in response and turned away back to her dorm.
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After two weeks of dating Ron, Hermione couldn't help but feel happy…and confused.
He always knew the sweetest things to say, and how to make her always feel good.
Confused about why she still continued what she was doing with Malfoy.
But as for the kissing goes…she couldn't help but think of how much he paled in comparison to the Slytherin Sex God. How HE made her feel all tingly inside and unlike herself. Her thoughts ended by being interrupted by a boy with red hair.
"Hello my dear…may I?" Ron pulled a chair next to her and she nodded her head in response.
"Ron. No need to be so formal around me." Hermione turned the next page of the book she was reading. And couldn't help but smile slightly at Madame Pince yelling at a couple of third years.
"'Mione, did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" Ron eyed her smooth legs.
She put the book down and looked at him strangely. She had a horrid hair day and had to put it in a messy bun. Her Hogwarts tie was lopsided, and her lips we're slightly chapped on top of that.
Ron caught her odd look and added, "Not that you don't look good everyday…what I mean is…"
Hermione returned to her book, interrupted and said, "Ron…my Potions homework is on top of the desk."
"No. No. That's not what I meant." Ron shook his head, "What I mean is…Hermione would you go on a REAL date with me this Hogsmeade weekend?"
She looked at him for a moment and smiled, "I would more than love to." She leaned in and gave a quick, chaste kiss.
Ron clapped his hands, "Great! See you tomorrow 'Mione. I have to go. Harry's bugging me about Qudditch practice."
"Have fun Ron."
More than content, Ron walked out of the dusty library.
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The rain was pouring rapidly from above.
"HARRY! LET'S GO NOW!" He heard a couple of people yeling at him.
Ignoring them, Harry Potter was determined to find that golden little bugger.
Charging at full speed looking around for the snitch he found it at last. Chasing after it he was barely a hand away from catching it when a bolt of thunder struck him.
He lost control of his broom and fell off it.
Landing on his back unconsciously. 300 feet in the air.
The last thing he saw was a black abyss.
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Draco Malfoy sat across from Hermione Granger in the Heads Common Room and couldn't help but be magnetized at her smooth creamy legs. Her skirt hitched higher than usual, oblivious to all of it.
All she knew was the silence around her and the book she borrowed from the library from earlier. Her focus fully on it, determined on finishing it before bed.
Couldn't contain himself Draco moved towards her and placed a hand on her knee. Hermione dropped her book and looked up at him oddly.
"Malfoy. What do you want?" She sighed audibly.
"This." His hand still on her knee inched up to her thigh. She shivered slightly at his touch.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" She spat, in a hushed tone and blanched.
"Doing what I know the both of us want."
"Malfoy. C'mon. Stop it." She giggled slightly as he moved closer towards her. Hermione traced the outline of his face.
"Both of us know this is wrong. As I recall…don't you have a girlfriend!" She breathed softly on his face.
"Granger…as I recall don't YOU have a boyfriend too?" He smirked as he pulled her towards him.
"Oh you know we can't do this…"
Draco interrupted her, "But it feels so good right?"
"Exactly it." Like a poor helpless prisoner Hermione captured his smooth lips once again.
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Ron ran around looking for Hermione.
The most reasonable place to look for her was her common room. Ron ran as quick as he could to tell her the news of Harry in the infirmary.
He whispered the password which she gave to him in the beginning of the year to the mermaid portrait and stared at the sight in front of him.
Malfoy on top of Hermione kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Instead of her pushing him away she pulled his tie closer to her.
Ron's heart sank to the pit of his stomach.
He lost his girlfriend to the one person he wished he didn't. The epitome of everything he wasn't. Rich, extremely good looking and smart.
Finding his voice once again, he yelled, "HERMIONE!" Ron paused trying to get his breath back to normal, "YOU WHORE! I HOPE YOU KNOW OUR DATE IS OVER!"
Hermione pushed Draco off and watched the patch of red hair run off.
What has she gotten herself into?
TBC…
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