Noise and Kisses

By Caiti and Court

Chapter 5: Fury

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Hermione opened her eyes slowly, her head was pounding and her vision was slightly blurred. She looked around and saw Harry sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Harry," she murmured, trying to prop herself up but falling down again.

Harry turned to her, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Hermione hesitated, "I- I went to the Slytherin common room…and I started drinking. That's…that's all I remember."

"Draco Malfoy brought you by last night," he paused, "You had sex with him, didn't you?"

"Harry, no! I mean…I don't think so."

"I hope he paid you well. You wouldn't want to be giving sex away for free. At the rate your going you could be making a fortune," Harry said, turning to leave.

"At least I have people that care about me!" Hermione snapped.

He whipped around, turning towards her again, "Care about you? The guys you're sleeping with are just looking for an easy shag. They don't care about you. They care about satisfying their needs, no matter whom with," Harry shouted, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Hermione threw her head onto her pillow. She had lost her boyfriend, her best friend and her virginity in less than a month.

She couldn't have slept with Draco. She would have known; wouldn't she?

She forced herself up, feeling dizzy. It seemed as if the room was spinning. She glanced at the mirror; she looked terrible. She wiped the mascara from under her eyes, threw her hair up in a high ponytail, and put on a dab of lip-gloss. She walked out of the room, her head still pounding. It was one o'clock in the afternoon; they were almost done serving lunch.

She made her way down to the Great Hall. On her way, she spotted Draco. She slowed her walking, wishing he was alone so she could talk to him. Luckily enough, Draco waved goodbye to Flint, Crabbe and Goyle and started towards the Great Hall alone.

Hermione took a deep breath, "Dra- Malfoy."

He turned to look at her and then quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching, "What do you want, Granger?"

"Er…Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Draco looked around once more and saw a few first year Slytherins coming. He nodded and took Hermione by the arm gently. He pulled her underneath the staircase so no one would see them.

"Yeah?"

Hermione stared at him; he was hidden by the shadows and she could only make out his outline.

"What happened last night?" she asked apprehensively, "Harry told me you carried me back to the common room. We didn't…do anything, did we?"

"Of course not, Granger! I would neverdo that to- with you," he said malevolently.

She nodded, "But, why did you bring me back to the common room?"

"You fell and passed out on my lap. Pansy told me to get you out. I was going to leave you out in the hallway but," he hesitated, "but I figured someone would find out about our party. So, I just brought you back to your common room instead."

She smiled weakly, "Thank you."

He shrugged, "Well, it was better with you gone. You kept babbling on and on about-" he stopped, and swore under his breath.

She leaned in, "About what?" Her face was so close to his she could feel his breath against her skin. She pursed her lips a bit; part of her just wanted to grab him and kiss him.

Draco hesitated as he sensed Hermione's face was close to his. He pulled away quickly, "N-nothing…just school things."

She nodded again, not entirely sure that he was telling the truth.

"Oh…O-okay. Thanks, Draco…Er…Malfoy."

"Yeah," he stepped out from under the staircase and looked around. He saw it was clear and he took off at a fast pace.

Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and then walked down towards the Great Hall. There was barely any noise from the Slytherin table and almost all of them were holding their heads in pain. Hermione sat down at the far end of the Gryffindor table, hoping to avoid contact with both Harry and Ron.

She put her head down and accidentally knocked over her glass of pumpkin juice.

"Hey!" Ron jumped up out of his seat, pumpkin juice running down off of the table onto his lap, "What do you think you're-"

Hermione had lifted her head up to look at him.

"Oh, it's you…Good job you bloody slut!" Ron shouted, wiping his pants frantically.

She stood up and stared at him, "What did you just say?"

He cleared his throat and looked nervously at her. He turned around to look at Harry.

Harry just stared, shocked at what he was seeing, "Ron, what's going on?" he muttered under his breath.

By now, everyone's attention was focused on the Gryffindor table.

Hermione pushed Ron from the back and he stumbled over a bit, "Yeah, Ron! Why don't you tell him what's wrong! Tell him what you did to me on our-"

"That's quite enough, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall's hand rested on Hermione's shoulder, "Now, if you are finished eating, will you please get your things and go back to your dormitory?"

Hermione continued to stare at Ron, her eyes burning with fury. She nodded slowly and then stormed out of the Great Hall.