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I hope you didn't wait so long for this chapter, I've been busy, and well, I was writing in my document thingie and not updating.. I hope you like this chapter!
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Chapter four: Friends?
Harry kept on kicking the bed with his foot, until he couldn't feel his leg anymore.
Hermione, do you hate me that much?
He slumped down with his back onto the bed, his knees up and his head resting on them. He could still hear Hermione's words, sharp and to the point.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked protectively for the weirdest reason. He felt as if she was going to go see Malfoy.
Hermione slid her hand out of Harry's and answered, "Since when did I have to tell you where I'm going to be?" Hermione was just joking, but Harry didn't care.
"Because I bloody care about where you're going," Harry muttered while looking down at the floor.
Hermione sighed softly, and replied in a whispered voice, "If you want to know, I'm going over to Malfoy's."
That made Harry's boiling point go haywire. So Hermione is going to go over to Malfoy.
"What the fuck, Hermione! Why the hell are you going into Ferret's room! Are you out of your bloody mind!" Harry shouted while standing up as if he would stop her from going.
"Harry, I have every right to go and see him if want to! And yes Harry I'm out of my bloody mind like you said," Hermione added sarcastically. She paused for a moment then said," You're acting as if you're my boyfriend, but Harry, you're not." Then Hermione stormed out of the room still clutching her basket and wand.
He couldn't hear himself think, the scene kept on going over his head. Over and over, not stopping, making him feel so guilty for yelling at Hermione. But for a moment this all stopped and he thought to himself, I shouldn't be the one sorry, she should. Yeah, why would she even go to Malfoy! ... Does she like him? NO, that's impossible, or is it? ARGHH!
Harry slammed his fist on the floor really hard, not caring about the tenants who were in the room below. Harry just sat for awhile, thinking and thinking, not knowing what to do now. Someone knocked on the door suddenly; Harry looked up quickly and looked around dumbly. Could it be Hermione? Harry picked himself up and walked towards the door, sort of limping because of hitting the bed so hard. He opened the door and found Ron and Ginny instead of Hermione. His eyes were full of happiness, thinking maybe just maybe that Hermione would come back to him. But when he saw that it was them, his eyes turned cold and disappointed.
"Oh," Harry said while averting his eyes,"hey."
"Were you expecting someone else, mate?" Ron asked in a calm tone.
"No," Harry replied coldly, then turned around and walked towards the bed again. Ron and Ginny looked at each and shrugged, then followed Harry into their room. Once Ginny glanced at the messed up room, she gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. The room was cluttered beyond the imagination; the bed was partially crooked, the lamp over thrown, the tables over turned. Ron shook his head from side to side, it was obvious that Hermione didn't want to be with him; Ginny tugged a piece of Ron's clothing and looked up at him. Ron's eyes immediately told her what had happened.
"H-Harry? Wh-where's H... Hermione?" Ginny stuttered, afraid of what Harry would do, lash out at her, or just say something calmly.
Harry sighed and replied,"Malfoy's."
That one word made Ron and Ginny's head spin out of control. Ginny almost fell over from shock, and Ron was turning red with anger.
"What the hell is she doing in there!" Ron asked, well more likely shouted.
"I wouldn't know," Harry said pitifully.
Ron turned back to his normal color, but still angry.
"Don't you know at least ONE thing!"
"Damn it Ron, she was mad all right!" Harry shouted.
Ginny just sat down on a couch, and tried to think of Hermione Granger with Draco Malfoy. But a few minutes later, Ginny just said, "Wicked."
Ron and Harry's head jerked towards Ginny who turned red from embarrassment.
"What's so wicked about Hermione with Malfoy, Gin?" Ron asked.
"I dunno, maybe because he's one hell of a guy. I mean, have you seen his body! Ginny replied while turning a brighter shade of red.
"You mean, my sister, Virginia Weasely has seen Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret's body? I am scarred for the rest of my life because of that," Ron said in a joking but stern voice.
"Ron, you're ... your -"
"Undeniably irresistible? Yes, I know," Ron said teasing his little sister.
"Ron, you're sick."
Harry shook his head, but he still wasn't calm with the fact that Hermione was with Draco Malfoy, maybe even alone for all he cares.
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"So..." Draco said stretching out the syllables as long as he could.
Hermione just stared at Draco's very toned stomach and said," I -uh... I mean. Could you- um..."
Draco looked at Hermione's face and followed down where she was looking at, and when he noticed that she was staring at his abs, he started to snicker. Soon the snicker turned into a chuckle, and then the chuckle turned into a bark of laughter. Hermione who was still looking at Draco's abs, immediately looked up when she heard Draco Malfoy, laughing.
"What's with you," Hermione asked.
"You..." Draco said in between his laughter.
"What about me," Hermione asked thinking that something was on her face. She said this while feeling her face for anything.
"NO, not you're FACE!"
"Then bloody hell, what it is!" Hermione said in a pissed voice.
"Do you like my abs?" Draco said while smirking. Hermione blushed a brightly and looked down while Draco fell back on the bed and started laughing hysterically.
"It's not funny," Hermione whispered. That made him laugh even more, but in the end, he controlled his laughter, but there were a few snickers here and there.
"So, cough what did you want to see me for?" Draco asked while looking through the drawers to find some clothes.
"Well, I sort of wanted to apologize after what Harry did to you, and well, Ithoughtyoumighthaveneededsomemedicine," Hermione said while rushing through the last set of words. (A/n: I definitely know how she feels. especially when your around someone you like. but ... she doesn't like him. sort of)
"Pardon?" Draco had caught the first part, where Hermione wanted to apologize for what Potthead had done, but the last phrase, he couldn't get. It was like she wasn't even speaking English or something.
Hermione rocked back and forth and finally sighed, "I thought you might have needed some medicine, so I came here." A slow blush started to rise on her cheeks.
Draco was about to laugh, but choked on his laughter. Hermione got the wrong message, thinking that Draco didn't want her to be with him or just help him. So she said, "Um.. Right. Okay, I'll be leaving now." She started to walk away from him towards the door, when he grabbed her by the arm. He cleared his throat and said in a whisper, "Don't go."
Hermione looked at Draco questioningly, "I thought you wanted me to leave."
"I don't know, I guess you could stay, for awhile," Draco replied while grabbing a pair of black boxers and a pair of jeans.
"How long is awhile?" Hermione asked smartly.
"Don't push it. I'll be right back," Draco said in a serious tone while holding up his clothes.
"Okay... "
"All right," Draco answered Hermione's slow wording, he paused for a second before going into the bathroom and changing.
Hermione sat down on a nearby chair; it was a dark red with a very plushy back and seat. She bounced up and down on it just for fun, then stopped and waited for Draco to lock or shut his door. Then a stream of thoughts came tumbling. (A/n: the italicized letters is Hermione's thoughts while the bold letters is Hermione's conscience.)
Hermione's POV
'Draco isn't really being an annoying prat like he usually is to me. Well, besides what happened at Flourish and Blotts, but otherwise, yes, he's a self conceited little prat. '
Then why are you in here the first place, eh?
'I don't know! .. Well, yes I do, damn it! You know it too! '
Hey, watch your language, missy. But really, why are you here in the first place? It's seems as if you don't give a care about Malfoy. But then why are you hanging around IN HIS ROOM, ALONE!
'I wanted to help him with his... I guess you could call them injuries from Harry. '
So what are you going to do about the Harry problem?
'How would I know? He's ... different this year. Remember when Ginny said that he-.. He liked me. Which I cannot possibly believe, but then again another part of me (not you) thinks that he does. Is this normal!'
Do you think you might possibly like him?
'Who? Malfoy? '
No, smart one, I was talking about Harry. But OBVIOUSLY somebody has a crush on a ferret.
"I. DO. NOT. HAVE. A. CRUSH. ON. A. FERRET!" It took Hermione a few seconds to put it all in that she had just said that out loud.
End of Hermione's POV
Draco's part now, not a pov though. There will be one.
Draco walked off towards the bathroom with his boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt in one hand. He was getting a little cold from being without clothes for awhile. Especially since he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist after he walked out of the shower, and then met Hermione, at the room's doorstep. Draco opened the door and walked inside, closed and locked it. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was gel-free, like most of his days and his face had grown a little bit more of a tannish hue instead of his normal pale face. His eyes were the same, the same penetrating dark silver-blue eyes that most girls loved, well except for Hermione Granger of course. He placed his hands on the marble sink top and bent his head down and thought for a while. (A/n: same goes with this guy here. bold and italicized)
'What I want to know is why she's here in the first place. '
What about that excuse that she had. What was it again... um... oh yeah. She wanted to come over to "check up" on you. Now we know that isn't the real answer right?
'I guess... I don't know. It's all crazy, especially at the bookstore place. When I grabbed her and... Yeah. I don't know why I did that. '
Yeah, you do. You just think you don't know but you actually do.
'Whatever. '
Draco untied his towel and placed it on the counter top; he grabbed his boxers and put them on. He was about to put his jeans on when he heard a yell, "I. DO. NOT. HAVE. A. CRUSH. ON. A. FERRET!" He quickly put his jeans on and opened the door.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" Draco yelled and walked towards Hermione.
Hermione looked up and her face was red from embarrassment, it turned more red after she saw him still bare-chested. "Sorry, I was talking to myself," she answered meekly.
Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair, that was his habit nowadays when he got frustrated or annoyed or when he was in an awkward moment.
"So, what did you mean by you didn't have a crush on a ferret," Draco said slyly while smirking. He really wanted to know what was going on with Hermione right now. She was acting a little strange today.
"Um... -" Hermione started, but was interrupted by Draco.
"Because, the only ferret that both you and I know of is what you called me in the fourth year. Now, you wouldn't be having a little crush on me, now, would you?" Draco was completely joking around with Hermione. But Hermione thought that Draco figured it out before her, that maybe she really DID like him.
"I've got to go," Hermione said while getting up from her seat. "Take this," she said while pushing the basket towards Draco's chest. He caught the basket, but looked bewildered while Hermione started to run out of the door.
"Hermione, wait!" Draco said, not even knowing that he actually said 'Hermione'.
Neither did Hermione, because she was already out the door, and in the hallway. Hermione leaned on the wall, then slowly slid down onto the floor and sighed.
"I'm so stupid!" Hermione repeated over and over again while hitting herself on the head with her hand. Draco sprinted towards the door and opened it and looked outside. Hermione immediately stopped and hoped that he wouldn't see her, which she really highly doubted. She was right, Draco saw her, and he looked down and saw her hitting herself again.
"You know you'll lose brain cells if you keep at it," Draco said while smiling.
Hermione looked up, she never saw him actually smile at her, maybe a smirk, but never a smile.
"Uh- I- yeah... sure," Hermione was in a loss of words.
"So what was that all about, you just running out the door," Draco asked her. Hermione blushed furiously, and said in a whispered voice,"Um.. I got sick?" It sounded more like a question than a statement.
"Are you asking me if you were sick? I positively do not know if you were sick or not. So.. Why did you really run out of the door," Draco said then bent down on the floor till he was eye level with Hermione. All Hermione could do was look at Draco's chest and stutter. (A/n: poor girl. I would've done that too. Ha-ha stutter in front of a guy without a shirt on. well.. Depends if he's hot or not; OR if he just doesn't have any abs)
"I uh.. w-wh-what I mean is uh..." That was the most of what Hermione could get out.
"Did you suddenly become mentally retarded in speech over the summer?'Cause I think that's really going to help me this year at school," Draco teased. "Now, what is bothering you right now?"
"Uh..."
"No answer still, eh?" Draco asked.
Hermione nodded slowly, but instead of looking at his bare-chest, Hermione looked to the side and coughed then answered, "You wouldn't mind if you go back in and put on a shirt, would you?"
Draco opened his eyes wide of shock.
"Are you shitting me!" Draco asked just in case.
"No, sorry. I wish I was though," Hermione replied.
"Um.. Sure, okay," Draco said in a strangled voice.
He got up and walked into his room and walked slowly back into the bathroom. Grabbed his black tee shirt and slipped it over his head. (A/n: in italicized words, it's going to be Hermione talking outside. and the bold words are Draco's.)
I can't believe he didn't have his shirt on.'
I can't believe Her- I mean Granger was looking at my chest. Ha-ha. That's pretty funny.
Blast! I'm so stupid!
I still can't believe she was looking at my chest... hah.
God, now probably thinks that I like him now. What next, am I going to start falling for him, therefore making crazy love clashes between Draco Harry, and me? Wait a minute, did I just say Draco? AHH I mean MALFOY MALFOY MALFOY! '
What if Granger really likes me...? Would that even be a smart idea? I highly doubt it... I mean, her liking me, it's just IMPOSSIBLE! -.. I think.
Draco walked out of the bathroom with his t-shirt on his upper part of the body and opened the door. Hermione was pacing around the hallway, she looked very impatient.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked while his eyes followed every move of Hermione.
"Oh? What? Oh, I was just... pacing..." Hermione stumbled on her words. "Anyways, I see you've put your shirt on."
Draco smirked and replied," I see you've stopped talking to yourself."
"Whatever. So, why am I still here again?" Hermione questioned.
"Because you were attracted to me and wanted to say that you have loved me since the first time you laid eyes on me," Draco joked.
Hermione laughed and added sarcastically," Oh yes, Draco. I've been waiting for this moment to ravish you!"
Sadly this was the wrong time to say that, since Harry, Ron, and Ginny opened in on them while hearing what Hermione had just said. Both Hermione and Draco turned around to see a very red faced Harry, he was about to apologize to Hermione that he wasn't her boyfriend, but now this ruined the moment; a very shocked looking Ron, and Ginny? Well, she just laughed.
"Hermione, you're kidding right?" Ron gulped, he looked sick.
"No, Ron, I'm infatuated with Malfoy," Hermione replied. When Ron showed no changes of improvement on his expression, she added while looking down at her shoes," I was just kidding." Then said," Gin, could you stop laughing, it's not really funny."
Ginny couldn't contain herself, although she felt really bad for Harry and all, but she just thought this whole situation was pretty funny. She tried stifling her laughter but ended up snorting. This triggered a snicker from Hermione, and then Hermione doubled over with laughter. All the guys looked as if Hermione and Ginny were out of it. Ron who was really concerned lately, and asked if Ginny was okay, all he got for an answer was his sister nodding up and down while laughing still. Draco thought of asking if Hermione was okay, but Harry beat her to it.
"Hey, Hermione. You okay?" Harry asked while shoving his hands in his pants awkwardly. Hermione stopped laughing for a second, the smile in her eyes vanishing quickly. Harry added quickly," OkayIknowyourmadatmebutdon'tbethatmadbecauseI'mjustworriedaboutyouandwellyouknowIcan'thelpbutgetangryatyou!" Harry took a deep breath then exhaled loudly.
At this point in time, Ginny stopped laughing and watched Hermione and Harry, as did Ron and Draco.
Hermione kept her hard face on still, but then answered, "What did you just say? You were talking so fast I couldn't get what you were saying."
Harry sighed, and just said," I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"
Hermione smiled faintly and nodded her head; she shuffled her feet towards Harry and gave him a tight hug. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and rocked her back and forth. Draco looked disgusted, and inside he felt a pang of jealousy and resentment towards Harry. The resentment part he knew was always there, but jealousy? That was something new. Draco cleared his throat then went back into his room leaving the four behind him. Ginny had watched Draco looking jealous and a little hate, so she coughed. This made Harry and Hermione pull apart.
"Friends?" Hermione asked.
Harry froze, he had thought that Hermione would sooner or later want to be with him, but he decided that he'd stay friends for awhile.
"Friends," he replied back.
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