Get Mine, Get Yours:
CHAPTER SEVEN:
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter so please do not sue...if you do, its utterly useless. Why:opens wallet and moths fly out: That is why...
WARNING: Somewhat of a lemon this chapter…
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"RON!" Hermione yelled running down the stairs after him, "RONALD WEASLEY WILL YOU SLOW DOWN AND EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED?"
Ron continued to walk even faster.
Frustrated and angry Hermione pulled out her wand, pointed it at Ron and yelled, "STUPEFY!" A red beam flew out of her wand and stopped Ron dead on his tracks. His frozen body fell on the floor.
Hermione ran towards him and leaned down to look at his face...which wasn't a pretty sight. It was red and splotchy and obviously infuriated.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS HERMIONE GRANGER! HARRY IS IN THE INFIRMIARY AND YOUR THERE-" Hermione whispered a memory charm at Ron and removed the binding spell.
Ron was now lying on the floor oblivious from the previous events."'Mione, where am I?" He looked at her lovingly.
"Oh Ron! Thank goodness you're alive..." Hermione fibbed uneasily, "You we're muttering something about Harry in the infirmiary and then you slammed into the wall...probably from shock."
Ron's eyes widened and suddenly his memories of the events that took place in the Quidditch pitch flew into sight. "We have to go." Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and lead her to Madame Pomfrey.
Hermione ran to Harry's bedside. She gasped slightly at what she saw.
His hair was more disheveled than usual, his eyes shut tightly, his skin almost as pale as Malfoy's, and horrid looking bruises all in patches of his skin.
He looked so helpless.
"Oh Harry. What have you done?" She whispered softly to him, her eyes filling with tears that she fought to keep in. She listened closely to the conversation next to her.
"Do you know what happened Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore's deep, rich voice filled the room.
"Yes. We we're practicing Quidditch and it was pouring outside as you can see." Ron paused to take a breath, "Everyone was warning him to get down but he wouldn't listen. Harry was determined to get the snitch before we went inside. And I don't know what happened but he fell off his broom and landed on his back. The rest of the Gryffindor team and I rushed to bring him to Madame Pomfrey. And there he is now." He ended sadly. Regretting not flying after him to get down.
"Thank you Mister Weasley. You and Miss Granger may stay here for 15 more minutes. After that, you two must leave so Poppy can do her magic. Do not fret Mister Weasley, Harry is a strong boy. I'm sure a Quidditch accident will stop him now."
Ron nodded slowly in agreement and watched the old headmaster exit.
Watching Harry, Hermione felt nothing but guilt. First she ruined her relationship with Ron for something selfish like self gratification with Malfoy. Second, she lied to him by removing the memory of what he saw. She felt so dirty. Useless. And most of all, wrong.
She knew inside she had to end things with Malfoy and even Ron soon. She had to get away from boys for awhile. They we're starting to take a toll on her life. Gambling with her self by playing a double role.
She sighed and walked towards Ron who was watching her and Harry in the background, "Ron…" She started, "I need to talk to you really quick."
"Do you want to talk outside?" He eyed Madame Pomfrey who was busy about.
"Yeah. Please." She pushed the door open and the red head followed her out.
She looked intently into his deep blue eyes and took a breath in, "Ron. We need to breakup." She paused silently and continued, "Before you say anything in retort you need to hear me out okay?"
He simply nodded his head.
"I've been thinking about us lately, and I honestly don't think I'm ready to date yet. I'm so occupied with studies and duties that I feel like I'm neglecting you. I feel like a horrible girlfriend. And you my dear best friend, deserve much, much better. Don't tell me I'm not and that I'm perfect because you know inside that I seem distracted lately. Please Ron…try to understand."
Ron returned the eye contact and left silence in between them. Contemplating her words. He wasn't about to rant like a little boy and that he wasn't ready to let her go. When in fact he was an eighteen year old man, "Well, I hope you know I'm not going to take it lightly. But I'll try to understand what you are going through.."
"We can still be friends right?" Hermione forced a small grin.
"Of course. What we used to have will never separate us…the Golden Trio." Hermione smiled and gave him a big hug which he returned,
"Well Ron, I have patrols with Malfoy tonight, so I think I'll go now. Tell me new developments with Harry okay?"
"Okay, 'Mione. If Malfoy tries anything funny you know who to call okay?" Ron faked flexing his muscles.
"Thanks Ron. See you later."
She walked out the door and on a couple of moving staircases. She whispered the password to the portrait and walked into the Heads Common Room.
She found Malfoy situated on his desk and writing on a scroll, "You seem to be home early. How'd Weasel take it?" He looked up at her.
Hermione kept her face passive, "It didn't go too well. We broke up. And I think I have to talk to you."
Instead of the joy he felt hearing that she broke up with the Weasel and almost ruined the Golden Trio, he felt kind of embarrassed. And a strange tug at the pit of his stomach that he never usually felt, "Granger, what do you have to say that's so important that I must halt the rest of my essay?"
"Well I think I need to say it before patrols. I promise it won't take very long."
He took a quick glance at his watch and walked towards her, "Well…spit it out."
"We need to end our physical relationship. That's all." She walked out of the portrait door, "Well, what are you waiting for? Patrols won't happen on its own."
He took a gulp and followed her out.
Why the fuck was the stupid mudblood ending things? Didn't she understand to concept of self gratification. In fact she was the only lover who was ever his match in bed…not that they were ever…in love. They never even made love. It was just plain good fucking, touching and kissing.
He shuddered at how vulgar sounding it was. The only way it wouldn't sound so vulgar if they we're actually in love and together.
Hah. What a joke. Him and the know-it-all, bushy haired…mud blood…together!
He noted on how far and quickly she was walking away from him. The fact that she didn't even look him in the eye when she told him it was over.
Before he knew it patrols we're over and he found himself walking towards the Slytherin Common Room. He mumbled the password and sat in one of the squishy chairs.
Not much later Pansy was walking towards him and sat down, "Long time no see…so how are you my dear boyfriend?" Her voice sickingly sweet.
"I'm good. And you?"
"Oh well the usual. You know how it's like-" Pansy was cut off by Draco's lips which kissed her hard. Pansy knowing better than to fuss around with him she kissed back and stopped their incoherent conversation.
Draco slid his arms around her and unclasped her lace bra. He touched each mound with skill and expertise and Pansy responded with a soft moan. Draco stopped himself, "I think we should go in your room." He whispered huskily.
Pansy nodded her head and guided him to her room.
With every thrust all Draco thought of was Hermione, unfazed by Pansy Parkinson underneath him. Her bushy head, her personality which seemed like she had a stick up her ass, and how she sucked up to the teachers.
And with every thought of her he thrusted even harder. But he couldn't seem to get her know-it-all self out of his head. Who the fuck did she seriously think she is? Messing around with Draco Malfoy?
He was brought back to reality when he remembered their deal. Commitment free. He had no claim on her.
Draco was shook out of his thoughts when he heard Pansy whimper and caught a tear slid down her face, "Draco baby, what's wrong with you today? You're usually not that agressive."
"What? I'm sorry." Draco quickly put his boxers and clothing on and exited out to the Head Dorms.
What the hell was wrong with him?
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The whole week, Draco noticed how Granger seemed to ignore him perfectly.
He rarely saw her in their common room and went through such drastic measures that she got Weaselbee to do patrols with him around Hogwarts instead of her.
He was getting frustrated. Aren't Heads supposed to be together?
He shook himself out of it when he heard a knock outside his door. He jumped out of his bead and shuffled his feet towards the door. He opened the door slowly and gaped at what he saw.
Hermione Granger in her nightgown scowling at him. Draco felt like it was Christmas and smirked.
"Look, your probably wondering what I'm doing outside your door at ten in evening right?" Hermione fought the urge to look at his boxer only clad self. She looked at his face for any reaction. All she got was another of his stupid smirks.
"Exactly so. And why are you dressed in your rather raunchy nightgown?" Hermione looked down at what she was wearing and blushed.
'Oh damn it. He's probably getting the wrong idea.' She thought to herself.
'Ah, and I still manage to make her blush…which is kind of pretty but- WHAT THE FUCK?' Draco breathed in, "Well? What's so important?"
"Well you probably forgot but," Draco tapped his foot in annoyance, "We have to plan the All Hallows Eve Ball, AKA a Halloween ball which is in 3 weeks and I just wanted to know if you'd help me plan it tomorrow morning at 9 since its a Sunday and we have no classes."
"Sure." And Draco closed the door on her.
TBC…
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