A/n: Hey everyone, so sorry for the delay. You see, the thing is, my mother and father have banned me from the computer claiming that I am being sucked into a 'virtual reality' (otherwise known as fanfiction). And, I have had extreme writers block – which is a bit of a problem. Anyway, thank you so much to all the reviewers and hugs and kisses to AntanaquiTraceyI, HauntedWhisper714glass onion and WannaBartist. Enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: Ok, why do I even bother with this? We all know that I don't own any of this. Except the weird, twisted plot. That's mine. I don't think JK Rowling is quite insane enough to come up with this.

Chapter 10: In Too Deep

Ladies and Gentlemen, step right up, step right up to see the girl that is in too deep. Yes, that is right. This is the girl that has fucked it up so royally that she can't even think straight. Don't be afraid ladies and gentlemen, she can not hurt you for her stupidity is blocking her will-power.
And do you know who this girl is ladies and gents? That girl is me.

I actually still can't comprehend that I have gotten into this situation. Let me set you the scene: me and Draco, passionately kissing on the common room couch and Ron and Harry barging in, in a fit of absolute rage. I don't blame them actually; they have every right to be angry. First there's Ron, who I dumped the night beforehand and Harry who I randomly pashed – and now they find me ensconced on the couch with their sworn enemy.

"What in fucks name is going on?" Ron screeched at the top of his voice.

"I…uh…um…well…Draco…we" I managed to get out. I was caught red handed doing something worse then using the killing curse as far as my friends were concerned.

"I don't think you two dunderheads know how Hermione isn't as innocent as she seems" Draco said.

"You just called her Hermione!" Harry said, in complete shock.

"You just called me Hermione!" I said in absolute bewilderment.

"Yeah, well, that's her name isn't it dumb-arse? What am I supposed to call her? Seriously, mudbloods getting old"

I smiled in absolute delight. If I knew that he would start calling me Hermione if I pashed him, I would have done it in 2nd year. Although, in 2nd year, if you asked me my thoughts on pashing someone, I would have told you that it was 'disgusting, demoralising and unsanitary'.

Ron shook his head, still in shock.

"Hermione, what is going on? First you dump me, we were supposed to be together – "

"Don't you still have Crabbe?" Draco butted in.

"Yeah, but, what?"

"How long were you cheating on me for? I said angrily.

"You're one to talk!" That shut me up. "And then, your pashing Harry, which isn't normal at all! And now, we find you basically fucking Draco! Hermione this isn't healthy!"

"If I can but in here…" Draco tried to say

"Nobody asked you you're opinion Malfoy" Harry said.

"Nobody asked your's either Pothead. Ron, if she dumped you, she dumped you. There is nothing you can do about it. I would have dumped you too if I found out you were a 'trisexual' and Harry, what do you have against Granger pashing you? It's not like she gave you syphilis or anything"

"But…" Harry started.

"I can see the problem you have with her pashing me. But don't get used to it. Because it isn't happening again!" With that, Draco stormed out the room.

"What the fuck was that about?" Ron said.

"I think he just dumped Hermione" Harry replied.

"He and I weren't going out in the first place" I said, suddenly getting all teary.

"Aw, Herms, I'm sorry" Ron said coming over to hug me.

"No. Don't touch me. Don't give me any sympathy. I don't want it. I just want to be alone" I stuttered out and then ran up to my room.

When I was sure that they were gone, I went down stairs to sit on the couch. I sat down and I started to think. Why did Draco go off in such a huff, why did he say that he didn't want him and I doing anymore tonsil tennis? And then, I realised something. He defended my honour. He stood up for me! Me! The girl he has hated all his life. It didn't make sense whatsoever.

I was completely baffled. What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to go and thank him? Or leave him to plot ways to slip poison into my pumpkin juice? I chose the former. I mean, it's not like he was going to hurt me? Right? Wrong.

I found myself walking up to his room and knocking on the door.

"Malfoy, Malfoy, are you in there?"

I opened the door to find him on the bed grumbling.

"Uh…Malfoy"

"What?" He barked at me.

"I want to say something"

"Well, say it"

"Thank you"

"Get fucked!"

"What? What did I do wrong?"

"You are just you mudblood. Isn't that enough? You're messing up my life!"

"I…I don't understand"

He then got up and walked over to me and grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain.

"I want you to stay away from me" He murmured in my ear. "Stay away from me, away from my room and away from all my stuff. I don't want to hurt you".

And with that, he shoved me out of his room.
I didn't know what to do. I had just lost my friends, and my 'fuck-buddy'.

Well, at least he doesn't dress in a sequined corset.

A/N: Ok. I also now believe I am in too deep. Because, I have really complicated the plot now. Shit. O well. Reviews would be greatly appreciated!
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