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WHITE LILIES

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: BEST GIRL

"G-Ginny?"

My jaw dropped as I stared at both of them lying on the carpeted floor. I couldn't believe my eyes. This can't be happening...

Ginny unglued herself from Harry and saw me sitting on his bed. She immediately stood up and looked at me guiltily.

"Hermione!" she said, surprised. Obviously, she wasn't expecting me to be here in Harry's room. "I – er – how – what are you doing here?"

I didn't answer her question. I stood up and glared at her. Ginny bit her lip and became interested with her fingers. I looked down at Harry who was still on the floor, muttering incoherently. I could smell alcohol on him. Drunk, I said to myself.

"Hermione, I –" Ginny said but I held up a hand to stop her.

I took a deep breath and looked at her straight in the eye. Tears were forming in my eyes but I didn't hold them back and allowed them to fall freely. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you!"

"Let me explain –"

"Explain? Explain what? I saw you and Harry, Ginny! I saw both of you with my pair of eyes and that explains everything! I thought you were my friend but you betrayed me! How dare you!"

"Hermione, please, listen to me," Ginny pleaded. "Everything that happened tonight was unexpected. I found Harry drinking near the kitchens and he was very drunk. I told him I'll help him to get to his room but I just couldn't carry him and he fell right on top of me and – and –"

I swallowed. "You kissed? Was that it?

"But it was an accident!"

"And you loved it!" I said and turned my back to her. I began to walk away.

"Why are you acting like that?" Ginny called out. Her tone changed to an annoyed one. "You don't own him yet."

I turned back and stared at her. "What did you say?"

"I said," she said and she took a step closer to me. "You don't own him yet."

I was speechless. Oh, dear...this is not happening. This is just a bad dream.

"I admit it. I loved that kiss and I still love Harry. That kiss made me realize that I still want him and I'm not giving him up that easily," Ginny declared. "I'm not giving him up on you."

I was simply stunned. I couldn't believe it. "Wha – What are you trying to tell me?"

She grinned at me mischievously. "I'm challenging you, Hermione. The girl that wins our game wins Harry's heart." And with that, she left.

My knees gave away and I slumped down on the floor, crying. I came here in Harry's room to apologize to a friend to gain him back but I lost another one instead.

"What have I done to deserve this?" I cried and I buried my face in my hands.

"'Ermione." I heard Harry moaned. I lifted my face from my hands to look at him. His eyes were closed but there were tears flowing from it. It's odd to see boys cry especially Harry. He seemed to be a carefree and cheerful person but I knew that deep inside, he's worried about a lot of things.

"'M sorry," he continued.

I smiled weakly and shook my head. He still thinks about what he did, I thought. I crawled over to him and nudged him at his arm.

"Harry. Harry, wake up! Do you have plans on sleeping here on the floor?"

He moaned and slowly opened his eyes. "'Ermione?"

"Yes," I said and smiled at him. "It's me."

"Where'm I?" He asked, squinting.

"Honestly, Harry, don't you recognize your own room?" I said playfully.

" 'Ow – 'Ow did I get 'ere?"

"Well, Ginny – she took you here." Oh, Ginny, I thought.

"Uh," he grunted, "my head aches. I can't remember anything."

He didn't hear Ginny and me a while ago. I was somehow relieved. Harry has no idea on what's going on. He didn't have a clue.

"I bet you wouldn't be able to remember anything in the morning," I said. "Mr. Potter, you are so drunk."

"Drunk? Me? 'm not drunk," he said as he struggled to sit up but fell back down again. I giggled.

"'Ermione?"

"Hmm?"

"'M sorry."

"About what?"

"'Bout everythin'."

"It's nothing," I said. "Look, let's talk about that tomorrow, okay? For now, you need some rest. We need some rest. We both had a horrible day. Can you stand up?"

" 'm not sure," he mumbled. "I don't think I can."

"So you're going to sleep here on the floor?" I said as I walk over to his bed to get him his pillows and blanket.

"Most probably, yeah," he said. "But if you can carry me to bed, maybe not."

I laughed as I tossed some pillows to him. "Sleep on the floor then."

He pouted as he arranged the pillows. I walked towards the door to leave him and to go to my own room but Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Please stay," he said quietly. "I need company."

"Okay," I said and nodded as I lay back down beside him. He turned on his side to face me, his hand still holding mine.

"Thanks," he said as he closed his eyes. "Are you sure I'll forget everythin' in the mornin'?"

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "Maybe or maybe not."

He smiled. "I hope not. Good night."

"Good night," I whispered.

This would be our first night together, I thought as I gaze at his sleeping form. I hope this wouldn't be the last. Then I remember what Ginny said to me earlier and I smirked. Well, then Ginny, you want a game, I'll give you one and you'll regret that you challenged me. May the best girl wins, then.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.