Chapter Twelve: Spellbound
"Ron," Draco heard Hermione say from the stairs. After he told Potter for the last time that Scrimegeor was messing with him. He looked around the wall at Hermione who was speaking with Weasley.
"Hermione," He heard Weasley whisper back to her. His voice was soft and weak.
"No, Ron, listen to me, please." Hermione sounded heartbroken. "You mean the world to me, you know that."
"Then why are you going off kissing other guys?"
"So the minister said I kissed someone. Are you going to believe everything he says?" Hermoine sighed as Draco felt a slight pang in his chest. How many times was he going to be hurt? It didn't take a genious to figure out what they were talking about. Hermione must have made a promise to Weasley that she would go out with him. Why did e have to wait until now to let her know how he felt?
"You promised me Hermione," Draco snapped out of his thoughts. "We were supposed to be together after this whole mess."
"We said that we would try something when it was all over, Ron."
He couldn't take anymore of this, Draco turned around and walked back up the stairs as quickly and soundlessly as he could. Unfortunately, Hermione and Ron, after many years of alwas being on the lookout, heard the soft footsteps retreating up the stairs.
Hermione looked Ron in the eyes and dropped his hands, which she had been holding up to her chest (in a loving way with his hand balled into hers'). Ron stared back.
"Look's like your boyfriend overheard us," Ron said, He walked past Hermione and went up the stairs.
Hermione stood where she was, contemplating what had just happened.
'He doesn't know,' she thought to herself. 'He can't know. He's never believe Scrimegeor.'
"We can never be together, you know that right?"
"Sorry meate, I don't swing that way." Harry was sitting on his bed, looking out the window while Ron was pacing around the room. "Plus I'm a little in love with your sister if you don't remember."
"Malfoy!" Ron flopped onto his bed. "Why Malfoy?"
"Do you want me to insert another gay joke, or are you going to start ranting?"
"Why does Hermione have to kiss him of all people?" He hid his face in his hands. "Malfoy!"
"I know Ron," Harry grumbled, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
"What is it about him that makes him so irresistable?" Ron exclaimed.
"I donlt know Ron."
"Ha-" Harry and Ron turned to the door where Hermione's head was sticking in. "Oh, hi Ron." She looked back at Harry. "I'll talk to you later. I just wanted to tell you that I had an idea for how to defeat Voldemort." She pulled her head quickly out of the room and walked as fast as she could into her room, nearly slamming the door behind her.
"Hermione," Draco breathed. He walked over to her and took her hand in his. "I am so sorry. I didn't know about you and-" hatred filled his body.
Hermione could see that this was paining Draco to say this. "Draco, shut up."
Before he even saw the smile on her face he felt her lips press gently against his.
Knock Knock
"Hermione, can I come in?"
Hermione, who had already separated from her lips from Draco's, turned around and called out: "Just a minute Harry!" She looked at Draco and hissed, "go! Don't leave the room, though. Um, balcony! Go!" She shoved him quickly out the window and onto the extra bit of space big enough for two Vernon Dursleys and closed one of the windows. As soon as she reached the bathroom sink she heard Harry say that he was coming in.
"Hermione?" He called out.
"In here, Harry." Hermione emerged from the bathroom in nothing but the first towel she could find, which barely covered her butt. "Sorry, I was just getting ready to take a shower." She used her free hand to try to fix her disheveled hair. "What's up?"
"First off, why are you so out of breath?" Harry asked, trying to keep eye contact with her.
"Wha-oh, you startled me before." Hermione tried to explain. "Didn't you hear me fall?"
"Wha-no! You did? Did you hurt yourself?" Harry asked concerned. He looked around her for a bruise or sore spot, trying to avoid looking where he shouldn't be.
"No, don't worry. I caught myself in time." Hermione told him as she tightened the towel. "Um, what was the other thing?"
"Oh, uh, I was just wondering what you wanted to tell me." Harry walked around the room with his eyes looking for something that might be able to hint whether or not there was something Hermione was keeping from them.
"I-I," Hermione wanted to tell Harry the truth so badly. She was looking for Harry before for comfort. "Turn around."
Harry turned around and Hermione scrimaged through her trunk for something to throw on. She settled with a large T-shirt and boxers, deciding to go comando to save time.
"Harry, I did something bad," Hermione said. Harry turned around and looked at her as she slid her arms under his and wrapped them around his stomach. He returned by wrapping his strong arms around her, over her arms. She began to sob softly into his chest.
"Shh, don't cry 'Mione," Harry whispered. "Don't cry."
"I placed a spell on Draco."
