Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Just this fanfiction.
On Friday afternoon Harry stopped by the sorority to pick up Ginny, and then go together to catch the flight that would take them to New Orleans, the city chosen that year by the sorority for spring break. The boy sighed when he saw the huge suitcases that Ginny had packed despite the fact that they would only be in the city for a week, but he preferred not to mention the subject. "Are you ready to go?" he asked while the taxi driver placed the suitcases in the trunk.
She came closer to give him a quick kiss, "Totally ready, babe. Let's go and have some fun".
A couple of hours later they were snogging in their first class seats on the plane, completely oblivious to the rest of the people.
After landing in New Orleans, the driver that Ginny had hired through a company took them to the hotel where they had made the reservation. The place was in the heart of the French Quarter and had the style of the old French houses, although it was totally modernized and offered all the possible comforts. After talking to the receptionist they went up to their suite.
Once the baggage porter closed the door behind him, Harry hugged Ginny, "And… what's the first activity on the schedule you've planned for today, my Ginny?"
She smiled while lifting an eyebrow, "Well, I thought that perhaps we could leave our mark in this suite"
"Sounds like an excellent idea", he replied and then kissed her.
Those were the best days of Ginny's life. She and Harry toured most of the city, taking advantage of its many tourist spots and the joy that the place radiated. Even though she had actually planned a complete travel itinerary -which included minimal contact with Hermione of course, even though the brunette and Draco were staying at the same hotel- in the end she and Harry simply went to the places that appealed to them the most. Evenings were usually reserved for themselves, dining in crowded restaurants with jazz music playing in the background or just swimming in the hotel's pool.
Yes, as she had said in Boston, it was their paradise. And if it was up to Ginny, they would never have left New Orleans.
But still the redhead had obligations to the sorority that couldn't be postponed, like the dinner/meeting of that night.
"Do you really have to go?" Harry asked her for the fourth time.
She answered while applying mascara on her long eyelashes, "I can't keep avoiding my sisters, babe. I've already made up too many excuses, I must attend this dinner"
"But you'll be back soon, right?" He hugged her from behind.
"Of course," she turned and kissed him, "I'll be here at ten o'clock, okay? And then we'll go out or do whatever you want". She winked at him and he smiled, releasing her from the hug so she could finish getting ready. "What will you do in the meantime?" asked Ginny.
"I thought about going out with Hermione but I guess she's going to this dinner as well so I'll just go around the quarter and maybe have a beer," he shrugged.
"I'll try to leave as soon as possible," she promised when noticing the discontent in Harry's voice.
"You know? You should just leave the sorority and live with me," he said suddenly and Ginny's heart stopped, "We could rent an apartment close to campus".
She turned to see him, eyes wide open, her voice barely a whisper, "Are you… are you serious Harry?"
"Sure, that is... I mean if you want it too..."
"Of course I do," she threw herself at his arm, "Oh, Harry babe!"
Harry kissed her. It wasn't a passionate or lustful kiss, but something much sweeter and calmer. When the kiss ended Ginny smiled broadly at him, "Now I don't want to go to that stupid dinner," she said.
He smiled, "It's important to you Gin, go. We'll talk about our plans later".
"Our plans, I like the sound of that," she gave him a short kiss before letting him go, "I'll be back soon", she promised again and then left the suite.
Once Ginny was gone Harry lay down on the bed thinking about what he had just told her. He hadn't really given the idea much thought but it made sense right? I mean, they got along very well, they cared for each other, and he was looking for a serious relationship with her so it could be a good first step. And apparently she was just as excited as he was with the idea.
Harry smiled, hugging the pillow and turned on the suite's TV. After zapping more than four times through all the channels, he gave up and decided to go out for a drink. He put away his wallet and keys and left the suite.
The night was hot and the sky was full of stars. Harry walked through the main streets of the French Quarter until he entered the bar where he had been last night with Ginny. The boy approached the counter and ordered a beer. He was finishing his drink when someone approached him.
"Harry", he turned to see who had called his name.
He recognize his old friend, "Neville, what a surprise!" he said while giving him a hug, "I haven't see you in a while".
Neville sat beside him and ordered two beers, "I know", he gave Harry one of the drinks, "For the good old times", he said and they clunked their bottles.
"So, how have you been?" asked Harry.
"Quite busy, to be honest"
"Busy with your girls, you mean", he smirked.
"No, I've left that life behind."
"Yeah sure" Harry snorted
"I'm serious Harry", Neville said, "I'm just focused on college right now"
"Well good for you Longbottom", Harry clunked their bottles again.
They continued talking for a while about different topics in common since both studied Politics, although Neville studied in New York, "You know? I applied to the internship with Senator Crouch, but it didn't go very well for me", Neville said.
"For me either," Harry admitted in a disappointed voice.
"Seriously?" replied Neville sounded surprised, "Because I remember reading your name among those selected for the final phase."
"No, I didn't reach the final phase," he smiled sadly, "It was probably someone else's name".
"I don't think so", Neville shook his head, "My roommate was one of the selected and when he received his letter the staff of the senator also included the name of the others selected. I remember reading your name because I mentioned Ernie that you were my friend"
"Are you serious Neville?" Harry began to feel that something was turning in his stomach
"I wouldn't joke with that Harry, it was a unique opportunity," Neville replied while looking straight at his eyes, and Harry believed him, "Hey maybe they got the correspondence wrong"
"It could be that", Harry admitted, "The janitor constantly misplaced my correspondence," he stood up, "Neville, I must verify what you just told me, I have to go"
Neville smiled at him, "Yeah of course. Good luck Harry"
"Thanks," he said before running out of the bar.
Harry ran to the hotel and went up quickly to his suite. Once there he dialed the number of Haley, his neighbor, internally praying that the janitor had made a mistake again and that he still had time to go to the interview.
"Hello?" Haley's voice sounded tired on the other end of the line.
"Hi Haley, it's Harry, I'm really sorry for waking you up but it's important," he explained
"Oh Harry, no problem, did something happen?"
He sighed, "I know this may sound strange to you but I need to know if correspondence for me came to your bedroom a few days ago"
"Some days ago? Let me think," there was a silence of a few seconds on the line, "Yes, it is true, an envelope arrived that seemed quite important"
"Did you keep it? You still have it?" the boy asked in a desperate tone
"I took it to your room Harry," Haley sounded surprised, "A girl opened the door and I handed it to her. I've seen you with her several times so I assumed she was your girlfriend. Did I do wrong?"
"A girl?" Harry's heart pounded, "Tall, red hair and big brown eyes?"
"Perfect description", Haley answered, "She told me that she would give the letter to you and since she was inside your room I assumed she would"
"Yes, yes of course, thanks Haley," Harry's voice sounded muffled, "Thanks", he repeated before hanging up the phone.
"Ginny got the letter," he thought as he flopped down on the bed. "Ginny received it but why didn't she mention it?" Harry swallowed hard trying to think clearly about the whole thing.
Ginny, his girlfriend, the girl he deeply cared about and whom he had just proposed to move in together, had received the envelope that could decide his professional future and had decided not to hand it to him. "And she knew how much I hoped to be selected for the internship; she knew how hard I had fought for it".
Harry screamed angrily punching a wall.
His own girlfriend had sabotaged him. Ginny had deliberately kept away from him the fact that Harry had made it to the final round of the internship. "What else has she lied to me about?" he thought as he looked at the photograph of the two of them that Ginny had placed on the nightstand. "Did she really changed or was it all an act to deceive me? Harry clenched his fists and tried to breathe and calm himself, for she would be back in the suite soon and he had to confront her. He needed explanations.
The boy was so immersed in trying to calm himself that he didn't realize of the missing phone calls in his mobile until the phone tone sounded indicating that he had new voice messages. Harry wanted to throw away the phone as he didn't care in the least about that right now, but a voice inside of him told him that it could be an emergency, so he called the voicemail.
It turned out to be a message from his mother. He was about to cut off the call when the message switched to one from Hermione. One he had never heard of. And one that Ginny had probably deliberately deleted.
Harry screamed again and this time he did throw the cell phone which bounced off the bed to the floor. He directed his fury towards Ginny's dresser and now several tears accompanied his lament.
His gaze suddenly fell on his laptop resting on the suite's desk and his heart stopped again. Harry opened the laptop, checked the deleted emails, and there it was.
The interview confirmation email, an email that had been sent the afternoon they had spent together in his room and when Ginny had told him about the spring break. Harry grinned madly.
And at that precise moment Ginny entered the room with a huge smile on her face that changed when she saw the disaster in the suite and the look of anger that his boyfriend gave her. "What happened here?" She asked nervously. Harry did not respond, but was slowly approaching Ginny, "Harry what happened? You are scaring me…"
"Why?" He asked in a low voice but that denoted all his fury.
"Why? What are you talking about? Harry seriously you're scaring me"
Ginny took a few steps back at Harry's grim gaze but Harry stopped her holding her wrists, "Why Ginny?" He asked trying again to restrain himself
"I don't understand what the hell are you talking about", she said and Harry hold her tighter, "You're hurting me," she sobbed and a wince of pain was reflected on her face.
Seeing her face contorted with pain was enough for Harry to release her. He moved away from Ginny and turned his back on her while taking a deep breath. When he turned to face her one more time she was still rubbing her wrists and looking at him reproachfully. She made a face and tried to say something but Harry cut her off, "Why didn't you give me the envelope with the results of the internship I applied?"
A shadow of fear crossed through Ginny's face but it faded so quickly that Harry was only able to notice it because he was staring at her.
"An envelope you say?" Ginny's voice sounded quite clear and firm.
"The best of actresses" Harry thought as he clenched his fist. "Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about Ginny," he threatened.
"I have no idea what you're saying Harry," Ginny remained firm and didn't show her nervousness.
"The envelope with the results of the internship with Senator Crouch," he repeated, "Why didn't you give it to me?"
"Harry I don't know anything about any envelope, I haven't received anything"
"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" This time he exploded and Ginny jumped, "Don't you dare continue lying to me Ginny," he gave her a furious look and the redhead knew she was lost, "You received the envelope several days ago and you didn't give it to me, I want to know why. WHY?"
"Harry… I… I don't…" she began to stutter in her attempt to explain herself.
"You, Ginevra," he cut her off pointing at her, "You knew how hard I worked to get to the final phase, you were with me all those nights when I was writing my essay, you were aware of how excited I was with this internship, and you were aware of all the benefits it would mean for my professional career," he laughed hysterically, "Ginny, you... you celebrated with me every time I got a good result, you congratulated me, you encouraged me to continue…. then why?"
Disappointment replaced the anger in Harry's eyes and Ginny felt her heart break like she never thought possible. Tears welled up in her hazel eyes without her being able to do anything to control them, "I'm so sorry," she sobbed, "I'm sorry, I know I did wrong, I know I was an idiot but I... I was scared. I was so afraid that you would go to D.C. and you would leave me and... I just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible Harry; I wanted to have the best summer of our lives"
He looked at her without believing what he just heard, "You sabotage me because you wanted to spend the summer with me?" His voice sounded so cold and disgusted that Ginny suddenly felt dirty. "Do you have any idea what your selfishness may have done to my future career Ginny? Did you ever think about the doors you closed for me on the whim of a frivolous girl?" Harry's voice rose again.
"Harry if that's the... I'm sure I can call my father and he could arrange for you to get the internship without the need of this interview," Ginny spoke hastily, trying to fix what she had done, "I know my dad has connections with various politicians and..."
Harry took the glass that rested on the nightstand near the bed and crashed it against the opposite wall, "This has nothing to do with your father connections!" He yelled, "Damn it Ginny, if I would want an easy way to win this I could have asked my own dad to fix it for me," he revolved his hair in a desperate gesture, "The internship was something that I wanted to get without anyone interference but my own merit, my capacities, by ME"
Ginny came close to the bed, buried her face in her hands and started to cry while saying his name. Harry yelled, filled with anger and pain. Ginny lifted her face to him and watched the tears falling down her boyfriend's face. She wanted to get close to him, hug him and ask for his forgiveness, but she knew he wouldn't let her get close.
Harry wiped his tears away instantly and took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself so he could think coldly. He turned his back on Ginny and gazed out the window at the view from the suite, a suite where until just a few hours ago they had lived happy moments. "Don't think about that," Harry thought, trying to hold back his tears.
To distract his mind from his moments with Ginny, he faced her again and asked, "Why were you hiding Hermione's messages?" Asked remembering what he heard on his phone.
"What?" Ginny's voice sounded incredulous, "What does Hermione have to do with this?"
"That's what I'm asking you," Harry stared at her again, "By chance I discovered other of your many lies. I know you were hiding messages from Hermione, why?"
Ginny wiped the tears from her face and stood up, staring at him and conveying as much anger as he felt, "Hermione, it's her who really matters to you right? You were always talking about her, always wanting to be with her, always hanging out with her. You never gave me my place Harry, never! You always preferred her"
"What the hell are you talking about?" He was getting heated again, "Hermione is my friend."
"Friend, yes, of course," she laughed derisively.
He nodded vehemently, "Yes, my friend. But that's something that you can't understand because apparently you don't know anything about friendship or love." The redhead opened her mouth and tried to fight back, but Harry wouldn't let her for he was unable to hold his anger now, "I liked you," he yelled, "Despite you been so childish and frivolous I approached you and I accepted that stupid threesome because I wanted to have you at least once", tears began to fall off his face again, "And then I met you and I thought you were so kind and sweet and caring and I thought that perhaps I was wrong," he smirked, "But I guessed I was just a fool because it was just an act of yours".
"Don't say that Harry," she replied, "I admit that I started with the philanthropy thing just to come closer to you but I did change. I truly changed and I became a better person," Ginny's voice sounded more like a plea that an explanation, "I love you Harry, please don't ever doubt of my feelings for you".
"And I loved you too, Ginny", he said at the end.
If Ginny believed her heart was broken, it was nothing compared to the pain of hearing Harry admit that he had fallen in love with her. Despair seized her and the words came rushing out of her mouth. Ginny swallowed hard and took a few steps to approach him, "Please Harry, please, let's forget about all of this, please give me another chance," she whispered when she was near him.
Harry pushed her away and walked to the door. He opened it but before leaving he turned to her, "This is over Ginny. We are over," he said and although his voice sounded harsh, he felt broken inside.
"I don't accept it," she shook her head wilth her eyes filled in tears, "I can't accept it Harry. Please, can't you see my regret? I know what I did was wrong but if you forgive me everything will be like before. I'm still your Ginny".
"No you're not", he replied glaring at her, "My Ginny was the girl that used to bring me a cup of coffee with a big smile every night while I was working for the internship. That was the Ginny I loved, but she was a lie. She was a fake," he smiled sadly and pointed at her, "This Ginny, instead, I despise her and I want her away from me".
And after giving her one last icy look, he left the room slamming the door.
"Should I tie it in a ponytail or leave it loose?" Hermione asked to herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
They had arrived in New Orleans a couple of days ago to enjoy the spring break and so far everything had been wonderful. The city was too attractive and full of history and mystery wherever you looked at it.
"I think we should stay in the room and forget about going out," Draco said hugging her from behind.
Hermione replied with a smile, "We won't do that," she let her hair fall.
Draco grunted and pressed Hermione's body closer to him. He brushed her hair back and ran the length of her neck spreading soft kisses. Since the moment they had shared in the Boston suite, she seemed more relaxed with their closeness than before. Even so they weren't sharing a suite, but each had their own room.
"Why not?" he asked as he opened the front buttons of the short green dress that Hermione was wearing.
"Draco…" she said and he stopped, burying his nose in her neck again.
"You look too provocative, girlfriend" he said caressing her waist over the dress, "I'd rather be the only one to see you wearing this dress"
Hermione laughed, "Let's go!" She grabbed her purse, "I want to buy souvenirs for my parents and siblings." He sighed but then gave her a sweet smile.
They toured the French Quarter searching through its many stores.
Hermione, unlike other girls, didn't spend as much time in clothing or makeup stores, which was a relief to Draco. They did, however, remain for a while at the bookstore. "Something that catches your attention?" He asked her with a smile, anticipating her answer.
Many things," she sighed. "But I want to find something for Harry. I already have gifts for my family but I also want to give something to my best friend. Isn't it incredible that we haven't seen each other even though we're in the same hotel?"
Draco knew Ginny too well to find that situation incredible, "Harry and Ginevra must be busy with their own plans," he replied.
Hermione nodded absently and picked up a book on politics. Draco went to the section of the bookstore that also sold souvenirs and picked up a miniature carnival mask, "Here, he'll like this," he told his girlfriend.
"You think so?" she asked examining the object.
"He likes to collect something representative of the places he visits. When he was a boy his father always brought him something from the cities he traveled to, so Harry got used to doing the same. I bought him something similar the last time I was in Japan. He collects these kinds of details," Draco explained.
Hermione nodded and asked, "How did you guys meet? I've never talked to Harry about it."
Draco smirked, "Harry and his family used to live in New York when we were kids. We attended the same school since preschool and became good friends, but when we turned eleven his parents decided to move to Virginia. Even so, we kept in touch and used to go to the same summer camps, or he would visit me for a few days during the holidays"
"I can't imagine you two as children"
Draco smiled again, "Someday I'll show you some of the many photos I have from that time."
The blonde's memories flew to those childhood moments. Harry had really been his closest friend and he had been deeply affected by him moving to another state, although he had never admitted it of course, as the competitive spirit in which his father had raised him had sometimes tarnished their friendship.
After Harry left, however, he had met Ginny. It seemed like a cosmic joke, but the little eleven-year-old redhead who had moved from one coast to another had become a close friend to Draco. Of course Ginny was nowhere near as she was now, but rather had a tomboy style: playing basketball, video games and wearing her hair in braids that highlighted even more the freckles on her face.
But then her parents took her abroad to return a couple of years later, when they were already in high school. And somehow their story of lust had begun.
"Draco, are you listening to me?" Hermione's voice brought him to the present.
The blonde frowned, why the hell was he remembering all that? Besides his memories with Harry, he preferred to leave everything else in the past. Draco cleared his throat and smiled at his girlfriend, "No, I'm sorry Hermione, what were you saying?"
"I was telling you that I already have what I need"
He nodded and they left the bookstore to go to lunch.
The couple spent the afternoon touring the best bars in the area. It wasn't exactly something Hermione would have wanted to do but Draco was so excited, she just followed him.
The next days were almost the same. Draco really enjoyed the music festivals that abounded in the city. He and Hermione would meet their brothers and other couples in the main bars and dance until late at night.
Their last night in town, however, Draco preferred to spend it alone with his girlfriend. So the boy made a reservation at a Creole restaurant with a very romantic atmosphere and after dinner they went to visit the City Park. "It reminds me a bit of our first date," Hermione sighed hugging his chest, despite the heat of the city.
They walked across the beautiful stone bridge over the ancient bayou and stopped in the center, watching the water pass below them. "I suppose it's true when they say that any place is beautiful if you are with someone you love," Draco said.
Hermione turned to look at him and caressed his face, overwhelmed by his words. The moonlight gave the boy's blond hair an even paler glow and his eyes appeared dark. He kissed the palm of her hand and she was aware of the strength of her feelings for Draco. Sure, she had been attracted to him from the first moment, but it seemed that just now she realized that she really loved him, "It has been a perfect week," she said quietly, still looking at him, "But now I would like to return to the hotel".
Are you very tired?" he asked, for he would have preferred to stay a little longer in the city.
"No, but I want us to spend this night together"
"Together? You mean like..?"
"Yes", she felt suddenly embarrassed but she was sure about her determination.
Draco observed her face, searching for some sign of doubt but she seemed very sure. He felt the familiar feeling of desire run through his body, so he kissed her, "Then let's go", he whispered against her mouth.
They came down from the bridge and began to cross the park. They were near the hotel when a sudden drizzle began to fall. They looked at each other, laughing, and practically completed the short distance running.
When they were in front of her room's door Draco stopped. Hermione knew he was tacitly asking her if she was sure, so she took his hand and they entered together.
Once the door was closed Draco kissed her. This time he didn't hold back with his caresses, but rather captured her tongue with his as they backed up to the bed. Hermione groaned when he nibbled her lip and Draco felt his desire reflected in the bulge between his legs.
The boy cut the kiss and sat on the edge of the bed, placing Hermione standing between his legs. She looked at him and let him remove the red sundress she was wearing. Hermione bit her lip, her first instinct being to cover her body, but he gently took her hands and helped her climbed into the bed to sit in the middle.
Draco started to undress and tossed his clothes aside. When he was completely naked he stood behind her. "You are so precious Hermione", he said as he pushed his hair aside and began to spread wet kisses on her shoulders.
Hermione gasped at the feel of his naked body, especially the brush of his arousal against her back. Draco's hands ran up her waist up to her breasts. He squeezed them onto the fabric before reaching back and undoing her bra. Hermione let out moans of excitement as his fingers tugged at her nipples, his mouth still kissing her neck and moving up to her ear as he whispered how much he liked touching her.
The girl whispered his name and Draco clung to her body even more. His hands began to descend until they reached the beginning of her panties. Hermione tensed but let him brush against her at that sensitive spot. He smiled, pleased to find her knickers damp. "Let me feel you," he asked as he removed the panties with the help of the girl.
Hermione was invaded by an unknown desire. Yes, she had wanted this moment very much, especially since that night in Boston, but feeling his fingers touch her sensitive folds was giving her a sensation she hadn't experienced before. The girl groaned as Draco's thumb tightened on her clit and she felt him smile against her shoulder.
Then he removed his hands from her sex and moved to face her. Draco smiled again to find her flushed with excitement and gasping for air. The boy kissed her and laid her on the bed. In that position his dick was dangerously close to her pussy, but he pushed aside his desire to enter her and moved his kisses down her belly.
She understood his intention but couldn't say anything else, because when she felt the warm breath of his mouth against her slit, she let him gently spread her legs. And then Draco's tongue was dancing skillfully over her clit. Hermione let out a cry and clung to the sheets. He took a moment away from his task to see the girl's body contorted with pleasure, and a primordial instinct washed over him when he knew that it was he who made her experience those sensations for the first time.
Draco kissed her thighs before returning his attention to her pussy. She whispered his name again and he felt like he couldn't take it anymore, so he moved up Hermione's body to her lips and kissed her before taking his cock and brushing its extension against the girl's wet entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, watching her face beaded with sweat.
"I am," she agreed, running her hands down his neck, until they touched his strong back.
Draco began to enter softly, reveling in Hermione's silky tight insides. He let out a satisfied sigh as he felt his cock slowly dig into her. She, on the other hand, suppressed a groan of pain, biting her tongue.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, concerned as he watched her expression.
She shook her head, "Just give me a minute. It's… it's weird but it feels good," she said.
Draco waited until she got used to feeling him inside of her before starting to move again. Hermione buried her nose against his neck and was carried away by the pleasant sensation that was beginning to build up in her belly at Draco's movements. The blonde began to pump harder, feeling close to finishing. The girl took his face in her hands and gave him a long kiss as she felt a bubble of pleasure explode in her body. Draco thrust into her a few more times before spilling his seed inside.
They kept kissing until their breaths calmed and then he came out of her. Hermione sighed and he dropped to her side before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his body, "How are you? Do you feel fine? He asked stroking her face.
"I'm fine", she smiled, "Thank you for being so careful and affectionate with me Draco," she said blushing slightly.
"Thank you for trusting me, girlfriend" he gently kissed her forehead, "So was it good for you? He smirked.
"It was better than I imagined", she confessed.
A mischievous look roamed Draco's eyes, "You use to imagine our first time together?"
"Well… you weren't always de protagonist of my first time fantasies, but yeah"
Draco's gaze changed and his eyes narrowed to glare at her but she laughed and kissed him until he calmed down, "I would only have done this with you Draco," she reassured him.
"That's better," he kissed her again and smiled against her lips.
When they parted Hermione looked at him, unsure, "Was it… was it good for you as well?" She wanted to know.
"It was amazing," he replied, "This was a perfect night Hermione, for both of us"
She gave him a short kiss and snuggled into his chest, falling asleep in moments.
The next morning Hermione woke up to Draco's kisses on her shoulders and back. She smiled and turned to him, still half asleep.
"Good morning sleepyhead," he greeted with a smile.
She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him too, "Hello. What time is it?"
"Around noon," Draco replied.
Hermione started trying to sit on the bed, "It's too late!"
"Easy, girlfriend" he took her by the shoulders and put her to bed again, "We still have a couple of hours before going to the airport".
She sighed and shifted uncomfortably on the bed due to a burning in her belly and thighs.
"Are you ok?" Draco asked
"Yeah I'm just a bit sore, it's not so painful but it's uncomfortable", she replied
"Maybe we should see a doctor?"
"I'm pretty sure this is normal", she shook her head.
Draco narrowed his eyes and ran his tongue across his lips, as if weighing something, "Do you know what we need? A relaxing bath", he said as he got up and took Hermione's hand to help her up as well.
"You're crazy", she didn't take his hand and looked at him with her face turned red.
"Why? He took her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him, "Don't be ashamed Hermione, we were together yesterday and I have already seen your body, what's the problem?" He said as he buried his face in her neck.
"I know but... yesterday...well... "She let herself be carried away by Draco's kisses.
"No buts," he took her in his arms and got out of bed with her, "I like everything about you Hermione, there's no reason to be shy"
He led her into the suite bathroom and set her on the floor while he flushed the faucet to let the water fill it. He let the water run and went back to Hermione. She wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and kissed him, "You're the sweetest man alive Draco Malfoy" she said, feeling utterly happy.
The return trip was uneventful, and once in Massachusetts, Draco drove to the university and dropped Hermione off at the sorority after helping her with her bags.
"See you later girlfriend," Draco said
She gave him a short kiss and smiled, "Love you".
Draco hugged her and they kissed for a long time until they finally parted ways and Hermione went into the house, ready to unpack.
Angelina approached her as soon as she entered the house, "Hermione, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Of course, what is it Angelina?"
The girl took Hermione's hand and led her to the living room, where they sat on the couch. "Hermione" she began. "Have you seen Ginny by any chance? Have you talked to her?"
"Eh, no, not yet, I haven't even been in my room," and she added, "Why? Did something happen?"
Angelina gave a long, theatrical sigh as she leaned back on the couch, "Ginny broke up with her boyfriend," she confessed.
"What? She broke up with Harry? But why, when?" Hermione looked confused at Angelina waiting for explanations.
"I don't know the reasons. Actually neither of the sisters knows much, although Hannah commented that she heard them fight in her suite after the dinner we had, which Hermione, you didn't attend by the way, but that's not important right now. My point is that Ginny returned home without saying anything to anyone after that fight and we're worried."
Hermione didn't know what to say.
Angelina took her hands again, "Hermione, you are her best friend, and Ginny is one of the most valuable members of the sorority," the president placed her dark eyes on Hermione's, "You have to help her overcome this". Angelina sighed again and getting up from the sofa, she lost herself upstairs in the house.
Hermione sat for a few minutes wondering what had happened between Harry and Ginny. Her first impulse was to call Harry, but she decided she would speak to her friend first.
Hermione walked slowly into the room, but realized that Ginny wasn't there. The redhead's bed was made, her bags were still near her vanity table and apparently she hadn't unpacked yet. The brunette walked over to the suitcases, opened them, and arranged Ginny's clothes and accessories in her closet as she supposed it was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment. She was finishing when Ginny entered the room, "Hi Gin," Hermione greeted.
She didn't respond to the greeting, but instead fixed her eyes on her open and empty suitcases. Ginny sighed and sat on the edge of her bed, "I see they already told you the news" she said with a muffled voice.
"Ginny..." Hermione sat next to her, "What happened?"
"Nothing that matters to you," she answered with her usual aggressive tone and walked away from Hermione.
Hermione was confused by Ginny's sudden abruptness. They had gotten along very well the last few months, even better than before. Ginny glared at her but she wouldn't give up, "Ginny you can trust me, you know it right?"
"Yes, of course," Ginny's voice sounded full of sarcasm, "You must be happy now, right Hermione? You finally managed to separate me from Harry"
Hermione stood up and looked at her confused, "What… what do you mean? I never..."
"Oh shut up Hermione," Ginny cut her off, "I have better things to do than talk to you," and after saying that she took her bag from the dresser and stormed out of the room.
Hermione felt the tears welling up in her eyes at Ginny's words but she took a deep breath to calm and not let them fall. When she felt better she dialed Harry's number but he didn't answer her. She tried several more times but got no better results.
In the end, worried about the situation, Hermione left the house and went to the building where he lived. Harry wasn't in his room either, but Seamus told her that he hadn't come from spring break yet, which made her think that maybe he had decided to go home for a few days before going back to campus.
Hermione spent those days worrying about Ginny and Harry and although Draco tried to get her to relax, he wasn't quite able to.
The brunette was especially concerned about Ginny, because although she saw her every day, the redhead didn't even say hello to Hermione and she used to be out of the house all the time even though no one knew where she was going. When Hermione told Draco about her concerns, he offered to speak with Ginny to try to get her to open up to him, but it didn't work, as she refused to speak to anyone about her break up.
As for Harry, she still hadn't been able to communicate with him but Draco told her that it would be better to give him his space, that he needed a few days to calm down and that he would return when he had his ideas in order. And since Draco had known him for several years, Hermione calmed down and decided to wait for her friend to return.
A/N: Tons of drama in this chapter. What you guys think? Hope you enjoyed reading this. Next chapter on Friday. Please leave a comment!