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Chapter Four: Don't Dream it, Be It

The next day, I had to act like nothing happened, as if I wouldn't…but then again, my boyfriend is bisexual – could Harry possibly be a better kisser then me? I think, if I ever found that answer out, I would assist Snape in his threat to cut something off other then Ron's hands.

So there we were, breakfast in the great hall, and Ron was basically on top of me. And today, fish was on the menu. Sardines, Tuna, Salmon, Red fish, Blue fish, one fish, two fish and kippers. So, all I could do was sit and watch Ron eat piece after piece after piece of fish. Gross.

After breakfast we were walking down the hall (which somehow was abandoned…) and Ron pushed me into a corner. And he tried to start making out with me.

"No, no, no. Lips that have touched kippers shall never touch mine Ron"

"Is it that your dislike the fact that I have eaten kippers for breakfast, or the fact that I have pashed Harry?" he asked sharply.

I never saw that coming. But, he did have a very valid point.

"Kippers, Ronald, Kippers"

"I know you dislike the fact that I pashed Harry, it was written all over your face last night when I told you" Well duh Ron, it's not something I wanted to know! "I was just trying to be honest with you Herms. Boyfriends and girlfriend should be honest with each other, shouldn't they?"

"I…uh…"

"Exactly"

"Look, Ron, it was a bit of a shock and I'll get over it. Just give me time ok?"

"Yeah, whatever. Look, why don't you come up to my dormitory tonight? No-one will be there" He said while winking.

"Yeah, sure. What time?"

"Seven"

"Yeah, I'll be there"

So then Ron walked off, which left me to wonder what he and I would get up to. Kippers…blech. Bisexuals…blech.

The rest of that day was basically uneventful. Except for the fact I was teamed up in potions with Ron. I swear, Snape has some sort of unresolved tension when it comes to Gryffindors.

"Granger!" Snape barked at me "Your potions partner is Malfoy, move, NOW"

"Well, well, well. So, mudblood, shall I be expected A grades this term?"

"Malfoy, I'm not going to be doing your work for you"

"But" he said – and I suddenly found his hand on my thigh "I could work on you"

"Malfoy!" I said as I pushed his hand off my thigh "No! Certainly not! I have a boyfriend!"

"Pfft! Ron? Isn't he the one with the boyfriend?"

I wasn't sure if Draco was implying that I was somewhat butch, or that he knew about Ron and his…whereabouts.

"What do you mean, boyfriend?"

"Oh, c'mon! As if you didn't know! Everybody knows!"

"Know what…?" I asked cautiously

"About him and Harry, I guess you were so engulfed in your books that you didn't notice"

Did everybody know but me? How did Malfoy know?

"How do you know this?"

"I have my sources Granger"

I looked at him sceptically. I swear, if Malfoy was gay too, I wasn't sure what womankind would do…not that I cared if Draco was gay. I just cared for female kind's sake…or, was it my sake?

"Look, Malfoy, can we not work on potions? I don't care about your sources, or how you know my boyfriends whereabouts, I just care about my marks, and about the fact that yet again, your hand is on my upper thigh and I would be very grateful if you could remove it please" I said as sweetly as possible.

"Granger, dream a little dream of me"

I couldn't deny that I enjoyed having his hand on my upper thigh, moving closer and closer to the source. It had pained me that I had to ask him to remove it. I had a boyfriend though. I can't cheat, that is beneath me! I will not sarcome to Slytherin ways. Although…it was just too tempting.

Oh, who am I kidding? He is so much higher then me. He and I could never work out. He is ice cold, and I am kind.

Thousands of muggles go to Africa yearly on holiday. And only scientists go to Antarctica. So, was it at all possible that all the scientists are female?

I decided to look at the differences between Africa and Antarctica.

Africa: Hot!

Antarctica: Ice cold

Africa: family kind of place

Antarctica: For professionals only.

Africa: people like Africa! (I think…)

Antarctica: people like to look at Antarctica.

Ok, who was I kidding? There was absolutely no point in me looking at our differences. I knew that I was just trying to fool myself into believing that he and I could never work.

Women these days, we want it all. I have a boyfriend, yet I want Draco. I have the greatest marks in the year, yet I want to justify myself by doing something more extravagant. No, it's not enough I helped to defeat the dark lord, it's not enough I'm a genius and it's not enough that I have the 'perfect' boyfriend. Having it all I'm afraid, does not exist. I have it all right here in the palm of my hand. Yet, I want more. But why?

By the end of the day's classes, I was so tired. So very, very tired. So I wondered up to my room, had a shower and fell into my bed. I had already done my homework during lunch break. So, I figured a little nap couldn't help. Although now, I wish I hadn't, because Malfoy's request (more like an order) to 'dream a little dream of him' happened. And the subconscious mind never lies…

Sitting in the Head's common room, Hermione noticed that the lights were dimmed. She decided to ignore it, there was probably nobody there she told herself.

Next thing she knew, there was somebody's hands on her shoulders, massaging away all the stress that had built up there over the last couple of weeks.

"Who is this?" she asked, while moaning at the person's hands work.

"Hush…give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Give yourself over to me"

Hermione knew exactly who the stranger was…none other then Draco Malfoy. He his were moving slowly down her back, kneading away all her stress and pain. Hermione then found him right in front of her. He stroked her every facial feature, from her soft delicate nose, to her high cheekbones.

"Do you realise you have the most beautiful face?"

It was then that his lips came crashing down on hers, and their mouths were having the eternal battle of dominance. Hermione eventually let Draco win, because, he knew what he was doing and as he said before, 'give yourself over to absolute pleasure' and this was exactly what pleasure was supposed to be.

His hand then started inching down towards her breasts…

Oh holy mother fucking god! I just had a dream about DracoMalfoy. This is not right, not right at all. I told myself. What had come over me? I had Ron.

SHIT! Ron, I was late!

I jumped off the bed, threw on some jeans and started rushing down the many halls and stairs until I came to the Gryffindor common room. I was standing there, puffing, realising I had one more flight of stairs to go.

When I reached his room, I threw open the door. Only to find my worst nightmare confront me.

"Ron, what the fuck are you wearing?"

There Ron was, standing in the centre of the room. His outfit was one I had wish I would never see on an actual living person that was outside the muggle television screen. On his chest was a glittering gold and red corset, coming down to his hipbones with thread up the front of it. He was wearing simple black briefs with stockings attached to them. I looked down his long legs, to (at my absolute horror) she a pair of enormous platform shoes that were adorned with diamantes.

"O, dear god Ron"

"Hermione, this is what I am into? Cant you appreciate that…I was hoping you would help me fill out a certain fantasy of mine – "

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