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Chapter 13 – A Few Heated Kisses

It was the last day of classes before Christmas holiday. It had been quite an easy week for the seventh year students.

"They're going to try to kill us next term, they are," Ron stated as he, Harry and Hermione were headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Ron, stop it. Don't worry about next term until next term. Try to enjoy your break a bit," Hermione said. Hermione, Ron and Harry had all signed the list to stay at Hogwarts for the holiday this year.

"Hermione, you feeling ok?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I noticed that, too," Ron interjected, seemingly reading Harry's mind. "We have NEWTS this year, Hermione. Has someone obliterated you?"

Hermione scoffed at the two boys.

"No," she said matter-of-factly. "It's just… this is our last year, our last Christmas together here at Hogwarts. Why can't I enjoy it?"

"Because you're Hermione. You're only happy if you have six piles of books around you," Ron said, smiling.

"You're going to pay for that later," Hermione threatened.

The three friends veered toward the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. They saw a large group of Gryffindors gathered around the day's Daily Prophet.

"What's up?" Harry asked them as they say down.

"Muggle killing," Dean Thomas said, passing Harry the newspaper, shaking his head in disbelief.

Hermione and Ron sat on either side of him trying to read the article.

Right in the middle of the front page was a picture of a house on fire with the dark mark soaring high above it.

"Those poor people," Hermione said quietly.

"Look at this!" Harry exclaimed. "Two muggle men were found dead in a Rawtenstall home. Ministry officials, responding to information from a secure source, arrived at the scene mere seconds after the tragedy. Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, reported to the Daily Prophet that three Death Eaters have been captured and are currently being held in Azkaban until their hearings are scheduled. The Minister did not release any names."

Ron pointed to the bottom corner of the picture. In the background, an obvious Death Eater was being dragged away from the house by aurors. But during his apparent struggle, his mask had come off.

"Malfoy," Harry said.

Hermione looked up across the Great Hall. She saw Draco untying a letter from his eagle owl. His expression change as he read the letter. She watched sadly as he left the Slytherin table, noticeably furious.

Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He didn't have a place in life. He wasn't part of the Dark side nor was he a art of the Light. She wanted to comfort him and make him feel better. She wanted to go to him and-

Ron.

Her boyfriend Ron was sitting right next to her. She shouldn't be thinking about another boy (Malfoy, no less!) when her amazing boyfriend was right next to her.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"You know, we have some time before class. Do you want to go…" She gazed up at him seductively.

Ron swallowed a large lump in his throat. This was his favorite part of the day. Their random, steamy, lust-filled make out sessions.

Hermione stood and grabbed Ron's hand, pulling him towards the door.

"See ya later, mate," Ron said, smirking at Harry. It really was his favorite part of the day.

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Professor Snape saw the sickening lovebirds fly into a broom closet. He sneered at the thought of what they were doing in there. He was, of course, going to break them up. But he decided it would be much more enjoyable to wait a few minutes so they would be caught in perhaps a more intimate position. Snape enjoyed embarrassing students. He was rather sure he got off on it at times.

After three minutes or so, he pulled open the door to the closet.

Hermione gasped and pulled away from Ron. It didn't much good because her shirt was unbuttoned and one breast had been lifted out of the confines of her bra. She still had one hand down Ron's pants, as well.

She turned around and quickly fixed herself before facing Snape. He really was the ugliest man she had ever seen.

"Granger, Weasley," Snape said, nodding to each of them. "Care to explain yourselves?" He smiled inwardly at the shock on their faces.

"I was being snogged senseless by my boyfriend," Hermione thought. But she didn't think that was the best idea to come out with.

"I, uh. We, um… Well, you see-" Ron stammered.

"No, Mr. Weasley, I do not see. Nor do I wish to see. Twenty points from Gryffindor. Each."

"But Professor!" Hermione shouted instantly.

"Miss Granger, I can assure you. If you can give me three very good reasons as to why I should not take points away from Gryffindor, I will give them back. I assure you-" he said, stopping Hermione from interrupting him. "Anything along the lines of, 'I'm so scared about what's happening and he's the only one that can make it right' is complete rubbish because you know as well as I that Mr. Weasley is indeed incapable of doing anything correctly. So, if you are quite through, please return to the Great Hall, as I believe breakfast is still being served."

Snape turned and stalked towards the dungeons, muttering under his breath. Hermione was sure she heard something about horny teenagers.

"Well," Ron said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He looked at Hermione. She was biting her lower lip; a habit of hers when she was thinking hard.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice. She looked uncomfortable. Uneasy, like she was going to bolt any second.

Hermione couldn't look at Ron. Why did she feel like wanted to cry? Maybe it was what Snape said. Snape had said a few things that sounded a little familiar.

Bull shit. It was straight out of her dream and it was scaring the hell out of her. She turned quickly and ran in the opposite direction of the Great Hall. She could hear Ron calling after her, but she couldn't stop.

Tears were streaming down her face. She didn't even know where she was going. As she was running, she tripped. Not bothering at all to get up, Hermione lie there on the stone floor, sobbing.

She felt a strong pair of arms lift her. She looked up to see two silver orbs belonging to Draco Malfoy. He looked dead tired. Hermione thought about earlier in the Great Hall and was once again filled with a need to comfort Draco.

"Draco, I-" she started but was cut off by his mouth descending upon hers. Hermione grunted and tried to pull away, but Draco just kissed her harder.

After while, he let up on Hermione. She gaped open mouthed at him, in total shock. One hand slowly rose to her mouth. She felt as if her lips had been burnt from all the heat and electricity in that kiss.

She stared up at him, having nothing to say.

"Mmm, figures," Draco said quietly.

"What figures?" Hermione asked softly.

"Figures that you'd be a lousy kisser. I can't believe the Weasel actually gets turned on by that."

Hermione skipped a beat.

"What?" she asked with a little venom in her voice.

"Do I need to spell it out, Mudblood?" Draco said harshly.

"Draco," Hermione said, hurt.

"You should get back to your poor excuse for a wizard boyfriend. There's nothing more I want from you. You're disgusting," Draco sneered.

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