Chapter 5
Hello lovely readers! Here is chapter 5. I hope to have chapter six up soon. A lot happens in this chapter. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling owns all and I'm very pissed about it 😉
"Alright, we're here. What's this all about?" Theo said to Blaise, taking a seat next to the fireplace. Greg chose to take a seat at the desk which was on the opposite side of the small room. The two friends weren't exactly on friendly terms. Theo was angry that Greg wasn't helping him earn points with Hermione. Greg was angry with Theo for more reasons than he could count. Blaise could feel the tension in the room and chose to ignore it.
"I'm currently planning a little soiree," Blaise said with a mischievous smile, clasping his hands together.
"A soiree or a party?" Theo asked, grabbing an apple off the coffee table and biting into it.
"Oh alright. We'll use primitive terms," Blaise smirked at Theo. "Ginny and I want to throw an exclusive party. Only a certain number from each house. Anyone you'd like to invite?"
"The Weasel's sister?" Theo asked, disbelievingly. "Will Granger be going?" Although Hermione was pretty much ignoring Theo, he still wanted to try to get in her pants. Greg narrowed his eyes at Theo. Greg was feeling a bit more confident after talking to Pansy.
"Quit beating a dead horse, Theo," Blaise snapped, and Greg couldn't help but chuckle.
"I tried to join your stupid sessions," Theo admitted to Greg, throwing the half-eaten apple into the fire. "She said no." Theo didn't understand why Greg wasn't helping him. They'd been good friends for such a long time. It's not like Greg's got the brains to keep up with Granger, Theo thought, angrily.
"I would lay off, Theo," Greg said roughly. "Hermione's getting really annoyed with you."
"What do they say?" Theo asked, smugly. "There's a thin line between annoyance and love?"
"It's between love and hate," Draco said walking in and hearing the tail end of the conversation. "I'd listen to Greg, if I were you, Theo. If you mess with a lioness, you get the claws."
"Sod off, all of you!" Theo said, heading for the door. Before Theo left, he flipped them all the bird.
"He's such a little twat when he doesn't get his way," Draco said, shaking his head. "What's going on?"
"Blaise and Ginny are throwing a soiree," Greg informed Draco.
"Soiree? You mean a party?" Draco asked with an eyebrow arched. Blaise huffed in annoyance and Greg chortled. It was never boring being the third wheel to Blaise and Draco, that's for sure.
Blaise began informing his boyfriend of the party he was throwing with Ginny. Greg asked Blaise to make sure Pansy got an invite. Meanwhile, Theo headed up to the Heads Dormitory. Theo was ready to get his shot with Hermione. He had tried to be patient, but enough was enough.
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Hermione was sitting on the couch in the head dorms working on her potions essay when she heard a knock at the portrait door. Figuring it was Ginny or that Blaise had forgotten the password (again), Hermione rose to answer, filled with surprise at seeing Theo leaning against the frame.
"Hello, love," Theo said, in a casual tone. "Draco around?" Theo knew full well everyone, including Draco, was still in Blaise's room planning that idiotic party. Theo was ready to get his chance with Hermione uninterrupted by anyone.
"No, I'm not sure where he's gone," Hermione said, as Theo pushed past her, making himself at home on the armchair. Please, do come in, Hermione thought, curling her lip while closing the portrait door. Hermione had noticed that Theo's arrogance rivaled Draco's when the blonde was at his worst. Hermione put her hand in the pocket of her sweater, feeling for her wand, just in case.
"Do you mind if I wait?" Theo asked, putting his feet up on the coffee table. "It's kind of important."
"Sure," Hermione said, sitting down on the couch and picking up her essay. Hermione did not feel like playing hostess right now.
"Apples," Theo laughed, pointing at the bowl on the coffee table. "You can definitely tell Draco lives here."
"Hum," Hermione mumbled nodding while looking at her textbook. Theo kept trying to get her attention by tousling his hair and stretching, wanting her to check out his physique. Theo may not be a Quidditch player, but he looked after himself. Hermione wasn't biting though.
"You know, I have always admired you, Hermione," Theo said, purring the Head Girls name. "You're so brave, beautiful, and smart."
"Thank you," Hermione stated plainly as she continued to jot down some notes. Hermione had gone against her better judgement by not kicking Theo's annoying arse out of the Heads Dormitory the second he stepped inside. Of course, Theo was not discouraged.
"You know, I'd love a cup of tea," Theo said, smiling when Hermione looked up at him.
"Well the kitchens are open," Hermione smiled, before returning to her book. "I'm sure the elves wouldn't mind…"
"Well, you know, Draco mentioned that you have a kitchenette here," Theo argues. "If it's not too much trouble…"
Hermione huffed and went up to the little bookcase by the fireplace. She pulled out a blue book that read "Kitchen" on the binding and the kitchenette appeared. A fridge, an oven, a sink, and a coffee machine. It was nothing fancy, but it was good for a quick snack. Hermione started the kettle and she felt Theo come up behind her. Greg said Hermione would not open her legs over some flowery words. Well, fine then. Theo thought. If Hermione wants the boyfriend experience, I'll oblige.
"Sometimes I'm ashamed of myself," Theo began, coming up behind her. "I'm such a skirt chaser. Truth is I'm just afraid of getting hurt. Sometimes I think I just haven't found the right girl." Theo grabbed Hermione's waist and shoulder spinning her to face him.
Before Theo could finish by saying, "But I think you are the right girl," Hermione had hit him with a stinging jinx and sent him flying across the room. It wasn't Theo that bothered her. Hermione figured Theo was going to try something. She knew Theo wanted to mark her as another notch in his belt.
It was the way he had grabbed her shoulder and waist to spin her towards him. For a split second, Hermione saw Bellatrix Lestrange instead of Theo trying to kiss her. It brought back those horrible memories of the suffering she endured at Malfoy Manner. Only when the boy was writhing on the ground in pain from the stinging jinx and hex, did Hermione see Theo and not Bellatrix. Hermione levitated him out of the Common Room and sent Ginny a message immediately.
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Draco, Blaise, and Greg were on their way to the Great Hall for dinner when Theo, at least they thought it was Theo walked by. Theo had large, red boils all over his face, most of which were leaking pus, his lips were swelled to the size of sausages, and his hands were so small they looked as if they belonged to an elf.
"Oi, Nott, what happened to you?" Harper yelled, from the behind the Head Boy and a bunch of students started laughing.
"Nun oth yer bushnush," Theo muttered, his speech stuttered and tongue hanging out as he walked past them to the hospital wing.
"It's like I said," Draco began, chuckling a bit. "If you mess with the lioness, you get the claws."
"Are you saying Hermione did that?" Greg asked. A million thoughts began racing through his mind. The main thought was: What did Theo do that Hermione had to defend herself by hexing him so badly?
"Oh definitely," Draco said, shaking his head. "Theo must have pushed the wrong button."
"You don't think he tried to force himself on her?" Greg asked running up the stairs to the Head Dormitories. Knocking a few students out of the way and leaving behind Draco and Blaise
"Greg come back," Blaise shouted, but it was no use. Greg was out of earshot.
"What is all that about?" Draco looked confused, holding Blaise's hand in his.
"They're friends," Blaise shrugged, lacing his fingers through Draco's. "Come on. Let's go to the kitchens we'll get some food to bring up."
"Damn, Granger knows some nasty hexes," Draco sighed, shook his head. "Remind me to never seriously piss her off."
Blaise smiled as he greeted the house elves, seeking out Flopsie who was good friends with Hermione. Flopsie wore a colorfully knitted hat to prove it. Blaise explained that Hermione wouldn't be able to come to dinner and Flopsie ran to prepare Hermione's favorites. Since most of the house elves were now paid employees, the elves now happily wore Hermione's hand knitted multi-colored socks, hats, or shirts.
"Flopsie bring up for Miss. Herminny," the little elf said in her squeaky voice. "Tell Miss Herminny nots to worry. Flopsie makes Misses favorites. Miss Herminny good to Flopsie."
Blaise and Draco walked slowly back to the Heads Dorms.
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Greg knocked on the Heads Dorms. Greg's mind had gone a little wild with worry when he thought Hermione was in danger. From the looks of Theo, Hermione defended herself incredibly well, but what if something terrible happened to her? If Theo hurt Hermione in anyway, Greg thought. Greg knew that Theo was a horn dog, but he wasn't a rapist.
"Oh, hey Goyle," Ginny opened the portrait door and let Greg inside. Greg saw Hermione curled up on the sofa, unharmed.
"Hey," Hermione said, perking up when she saw Greg. Her eyes widened, however, when Greg kneeled in front of her, touching her face gently. "What are you doing?" Hermione inquired, brow furrowing. It was as if Greg was inspecting Hermione for any signs of damage.
"Are you alright?" Greg asked nervously. "I saw Theo. He didn't hurt you did, he? That wanker." Greg's voice sounded soft and tender despite the anger bubbling inside of him. His hands, although, roughened from Quidditch moved softly over her cheek and neck. Hermione's hair was pulled back and Greg noticed the tiny horizontal scar across her neck. How did that get there? Greg thought.
Ginny took in the sight and smiled, sharing a warm look with Hermione. He really does care for her, Ginny thought. Ginny couldn't help but check out Greg's arse when he leaned closer to Hermione. Ginny bit her lip and turned away. Sweet Merlin, Ginny thought. He's got the kind of arse you want to dig your fingernails into while he's thrusting into you. Date night with Harry couldn't come soon enough for Ginny!
"No," Hermione smiled softly, touched that Greg cared so much. With Greg's face so close to her once again, she noticed another tiny scar on his left eyebrow. Merlin, he has so many, Hermione thought. "I was just telling Ginny. Theo just showed up saying he was waiting for Draco. Then he asked for a cup of tea and I put the kettle on. He came up behind me and I hexed him," Hermione explained.
"But nothing else?" Greg asked, holding Hermione's wrists gently, looking for bruises. "If he tried anything…" Greg dropped his head down, this routine of inspecting for bruises was too familiar. Greg had to do this with his mother all the time when his father was still alive. Greg's mum would always stop him from charging at his father.
"No, that's all," Hermione said, she felt Greg pull away, not physically, but emotionally. Hermione decided to leave out that Theo had spun her around and tried to kiss her. Hermione looked at Ginny and Ginny smiled at her, shrugging. The portrait swung open and Draco and Blaise entered. Greg stood up slowly and sat in the armchair opposite Hermione. Hermione felt his absence like a pain inside her.
"Man, Granger," Draco started, putting his thumbs up. "You have got to teach me that hex!"
"Don't do it," Blaise cautioned. "He'll only use it on the prefects." A bit surprised at how close Hermione and Greg were before Greg sat down, Blaise looked at Ginny. The redhead wiggled her eyebrows.
"Well, then I will never teach him," Hermione laughed. "Besides, his temper is worse than any hex on the planet."
"That is the absolute truth," Greg said, laughing and shuddering at the same time.
"Fuck off!" Draco yelled. "I'm not that bad." Everyone cracked up at this. Draco was literally proving how bad his temper was.
"Hello, my sweet sister," Blaise said between fits of laughter, tugging gently on Ginny's ponytail and Ginny flicked Blaise's nose. The last thing Ginny wanted was another brother, but she didn't mind Blaise so much. Draco sat next to Hermione asking her to tell him and Blaise what happened. When Hermione finished, Draco found the situation kind of odd.
"You hexed him for just coming up behind you?" Draco asked, confused.
"He invaded her personal space bubble," Ginny said, smacking the Head Boy in the back of the head. "Plus, he's a gigolo." Ginny knew about Theo trying to kiss Hermione and thought it was smart that Hermione left the detail out. Besides, a woman never needed a reason to defend herself against a douchey guy. Plus, Greg would have charged after Theo. Hell, even Ginny wanted to hit him with a Bat Boogey Hex.
"Watch it, She-Weasel," Draco shouted, rubbing the back of his head.
"Don't call her that," Hermione and Blaise yelled in unison. Hermione gave Blaise a proud smile for defending Ginny.
"Relax, Draco." Greg said, rolling his eyes. "How is YOU head boy? So temperamental!"
"Gigolo," Hermione giggled, and Ginny shot Hermione a look that said: Don't you dare tell them!
When Ginny called Theo a "gigolo," a little voice in Hermione's head began laughing Yes, he conquered you too, didn't he? Ginny had told Hermione the morning after it happened. Ginny was in fifth year at the time, Hermione in sixth. Dean wasn't satisfying Ginny, Harry hadn't taken interest yet, and the rest is history. The only detail Hermione could remember Ginny saying was, "Merlin, Hermione, the length of his cock tests your gag reflex worse than runny eggs on the morning of a hangover!"
Flopsie and several other elves apparated into the room with a loud crack and the group jumped. Each elf was carrying a large tray of different foods and wearing colorful hats and socks. One elf had some meat pies, another had roast chicken, another carried a mountain of mashed potatoes, another roast carrots and broccoli. One final tray was filled with deserts, including Sugar Quills (Hermione's favorite). One elf carried two pitchers of pumpkin juice. Another carried a pot of coffee and a pot of tea.
"For Miss Herminny," Flopsie said, as all the elves placed the food on the coffee table and desk.
"I ordered dinner for all of us," Blaise explained. "I figured we would miss it."
"Thank you, Blaise. That was very sweet of you," Hermione smiled at Blaise. "Thank you Flopsie. This is an absolute feast. Special thanks for the Sugar Quills!"
"No trouble, Miss Herminny, Flopsie said smiling. The little elf snapped her fingers transforming the coffee-table into a round dining table. The sofa and arms chairs transformed to chairs while the group was still sitting "Flopsie hopes Miss feels better. Whens all the Master's and Misses all stand togethers the commons room returns normal." With that, the elves left with a loud crack.
"Sorry," Draco mumbled to Ginny.
"No problem," Ginny said, grabbing a plate and sliding closer to Hermione. "Wanker," Ginny whispered, and Hermione giggled.
The group tucked into their food and began talking about their day. Ginny and Blaise regaled the group with Ginny's dress shopping. Blaise made fun of the bright yellow dress and Ginny tried poorly to defend her choice. Hermione smiled at Greg as she talked about their flying lesson. Greg teased Hermione about the crushed bones in his hand. Ginny teased Draco about his crush on her boyfriend, Harry. Hermione was shocked to find out Draco had a crush on Harry. Hermione smiled at everyone eating their dessert. It's like we're a group of old friends, Hermione thought to herself happily. As opposed to former enemies. The atmosphere was so easy and fun. The room was filled with laughter.
Hermione couldn't help glancing at Greg, every now and then, a small blush appearing. It was sweet how much Greg had worried about her, but troubling that he was ready to beat Theo up. Of course, if Harry and Ron were here, they would have hexed Theo. Well, Harry would have. Ron probably would have beaten him up as well.
Merlin, Greg looks sexier when he has five o'clock shadow, she thought. Hermione could help but remember how Greg examined her. The delicate touch of his rough fingers, the feel of his sweet, spearmint breath on her face, the way his voice sounded so soft, but sexy in her ear, much like at the flying lesson. Would his voice sound like that while we were snogging or…...? Greg eyes caught hers and she looked away quickly. Hermione could feel a blush on her cheeks and she shook away the naughty thoughts.
Hermione's eyes fell on Blaise and saw that Blaise was staring at her, giving her a knowing smile. Hermione blushed a bit. Had she been staring at Greg for too long? Was her attraction so easily spotted?
Or was Blaise thinking that she was dumb for sneaking glances at Greg because he's with Pansy? But if Greg was dating Pansy, why did he rush up here? Were they just friends with benefits? Or was Greg still in love with Millicent which made him a lost cause?
"You okay?" Ginny said, noticing Hermione retreating a bit. Ginny reached for Hermione's hand under the table.
"Yeah," Hermione said, looking at her watch which read 8:30. "I'm just tired. I'll see you all tomorrow," Hermione stood and began climbing the stairs up to her room.
"Bye," Greg said, softly. Greg was worried, hoping that Hermione was telling the truth, that Theo had really had just snuck up behind her. By the looks of it, Theo would never try to make a move on Hermione again. However, Greg would still make sure of that Theo knew Hermione was off limits.
Despite his worries, Greg was happy because he felt and noticed Hermione looking at him with her eyes filled with desire before she looked away, almost guiltily it seemed. Pansy was right, she did want him. At least, physically. Now that Greg realized it for himself, what should he do? He'd never seriously dated anyone. Draco's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"Greg, I know you're not technically a prefect, but." Draco began. "But I don't think Hermione should patrol with me tonight. I'm not about to ask one of those tosser prefects!"
"So patient, so caring with the younger students," Blaise laughed as Draco playfully wacked his boyfriends' shoulder.
"I'm patient and caring with those that matter to me," Draco corrected, capturing Blaise's lips for a meaningful kiss.
"Don't start anything you can't finish," Ginny teased the couple before informing Greg. "I could patrol with Malfoy, but I'll stay with Hermione tonight. I highly doubt she'll want to be alone."
Blaise began shooing the two boys towards the door.
Greg and Draco walked towards the portrait. Greg would have slept on the sofa the whole night, if Hermione had asked him to. Greg hoped that Hermione still felt safe with him. If Theo ever tried anything like that again, Greg would knock his teeth out in a heartbeat.
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Hermione came out of her bathroom dressed in her comfiest pajamas while Ginny went in to take a shower. Hermione began letting her mind wander over the day. Apart from Theo, the day had been incredible. The amazing dinner with friends, the flying lesson. Merlin, Hermione was in trouble though. Greg had caught Hermione staring at him while she was thinking about the two of them together! She had to sort out her feelings for Greg and find a way to deal with her attraction/arousal.
Hermione liked Greg. He was sweet, kind, and always respectful. The brunette could have conversations with him and study with him without fear he was just using her to copy from. Greg always came up with his own work once he learned the material. Aside from the tutoring though, Hermione felt wonderful when she was around Greg. He'd made her feel happy and secure, like the way he looked over her today. Hermione had the distinct feeling that Greg would never let anyone harm her, just like when they flew. Hermione trusted that Greg would never let her fall. Hermione was used to protecting and taking care of not only herself, but of Ron and Harry as well. Ron and Harry had said it themselves; they would not have made it through the war without her. For once, it felt nice to have Greg protect and take care of her.
None of this mattered though if Greg was with Pansy. Hermione was not a boyfriend stealer and did not want anymore drama this year! Hermione came to a decision. She was going to stop being a coward and ask Blaise about the situation with Pansy and Millicent.
Ginny came out and dressed in the pajamas Hermione had lent her. Ginny noticed Hermione wore the same face when translating Ancient Runes.
"Deep in thought, are we?" Ginny teased, climbing into the bed. Hermione blushed.
You can tell me anything, you know," Ginny said, seriously "If you like Greg, but you're worried or.."
"I'm just afraid that you'll think I'm crazy or stupid or both," Hermione said, softly. Hermione began explaining what she had heard Blaise and Draco discussing the night Hermione had agreed to tutor Greg. Hermione, then, began telling Ginny how conflicted she felt by having these sexy thoughts about Greg, but not knowing whether he was single or not.
"Have you ever thought about just straight up asking Greg?" Ginny asked. "It might be easier."
"I'm afraid of being rejected," Hermione stated. "And then having to sit next to him two to three times a week."
"I understand completely," Ginny reassured her friend. "But you have to take a chance sometime."
"I know Blaise knows everything," Hermione said.
"Yes, and Blaise can tell you everything!" Hermione and Ginny heard Blaise's muffled voice through the locked door.
"Hey!" Hermione said, as Ginny laughed, and Blaise opened the door. "You were spying."
"I'm in Slytherin," Blaise said as he hopped on the bed. "You shouldn't be surprised."
"You always know just when to show up," Ginny teased, referring to shopping earlier today. "Don't you?"
"Without me, sweetheart," Blaise said, smugly. "You would look like a redhaired banana."
"Can we get back to my problem now?" Hermione laughed. "Not that I don't love this witty banter."
Ginny and Hermione waited anxiously for Blaise to begin.
"It all started with Draco and me. In sixth year, we had to keep our whole relationship a secret. If Lucius found out, I don't even want to think about what would have transpired," Blaise shook his head and cleared his throat. "Draco had his reputation as the "Slytherin Sex King" to uphold. Draco was less interested in having sex with women, but he kept sleeping with Pansy, Daphne, and a few others, just so nothing seemed suspicious.
"Apparently, Draco's relationships were frequent enough," Blaise continued. "And when Draco was with me, Vince and Greg were covering for us. They gave false information or no information to the girls who were seeking Draco. Mainly Pansy, Daphne, I think your friend Lavender Brown, and possibly Astoria and Parvarti."
Hermione sat listening to Blaise's story, not exactly liking where this was going, but felt incredibly sad for Blaise and even worse for Draco. Hermione couldn't even imagine how terrible it must have been for Draco and Blaise, living in fear every day that they might be found out. Hermione knew Lucius was a sick man. No son should fear his father in such a manner. No one should be forced to hide who they are or who they love.
Hermione and Ginny could only imagine how painful it must have been for Blaise to know that the man he loved was having sex with other people. Hermione couldn't imagine how Draco must have forcing himself to have sex with girls just to stay safe. It was all so very wrong.
"Anyways these girls began to think of different ways to get Vince and Greg to talk. One of the ways that became popular was to trade sexual favors," Blaise said, looking to gauge the girl's reaction. Hermione looked disgusted. Ginny looked surprised and eager to know more.
"Have they no respect for themselves?" Hermione inquired; nose wrinkled.
"So, Greg and Vince…they were using them as prostitutes and the payment was secrets?" Ginny asked, eyes wide, voice full of shock and intrigue.
"Not exactly," Blaise said, wanting to make sure Hermione understood. "Vince could be very loose-lipped, but it was false information. Vince made those poor girls earn it, especially Pansy. I still feel bad for her." Blaise shuddered a bit. "Pansy was an innocent girl caught in the middle."
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, not understanding.
"Don't you remember?" Hermione asked Ginny. "The Yule Ball invitation? Pansy had turned Vince down in the Great Hall in front of everyone!"
"That's right!" Ginny began. "I remember she had said, "I would go with you, but bulldogs aren't allowed to go to the ball."
"That was cruel," Hermione admitted sadly. "Even for Pansy."
"Apart from that," Blaise explained. "Pansy wanted to be the next Lady Malfoy. She was basically groomed for it from birth by her mother. Besides that, she was and still is in love with Draco. At the time, she would've done anything to understand why Draco had turned away from her."
"That's difficult," Ginny said. The red head could understand Pansy's situation. There were several times when Ginny was heartbroken because Harry wouldn't give her the time of day. Ginny became sort of desperate to make Harry jealous to notice her (and it worked).
On the other hand, Hermione suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for the girl that used to torment her. Pansy was always mean and vile to her, but Hermione could understand, after pining for Ron for so long, what it was like for someone you think you love to ignore you.
"Daphne wanted to be with Draco, as well." Blaise confessed. "To Daphne, Draco was a real catch. Mr. Greengrass has a serious gambling addiction, squandered away most of the Greengrass fortune. If Daphne could land Draco as a husband, all her money troubles would disappear.
"Anyways, once Daphne and Pansy realized that they were being given false information, they tried their charms on Greg," Blaise said. "It didn't work. Greg never gave any information. I think Greg still has a strong disgust for Daphne. Daphne made Greg think she wanted him, but Greg realized that she was using him to get to Draco. Believe me, that stung because Daphne was the first girl to show interest in him."
"That's so sad," Hermione said. She was disgusted by the all this new information, unsure how to proceed. Uncertain whether she wanted to get involved with someone who had a background of basically prostitution. "So, Are Greg and Pansy together now?"
"No," Blaise answered, happy that Hermione is still curious after all. "Greg and Pansy aren't together. Greg isn't interested. Pansy may have feelings for Greg, but ultimately just wants to use him to get over Draco."
"And Millicent?" Hermione asked. Hermione couldn't explain it, but the fact that Pansy and Greg weren't together made left her feeling relieved.
"Well, I know Greg loved her," Blaise said. "They weren't exclusive at the time because Millie wouldn't agree to be Greg's girlfriend. He had asked her so many times. If Millie was still alive, they would be together now, I'm sure of it." Blaise looked down sadly.
"Merlin," Ginny sighed, stunned. "What is it with Slytherin House?"
"Gryffindors have their secrets and issues too," Hermione concluded. "I'm sure of it. Although, this is by far the weirdest situation I've ever heard of."
Ginny nodded in agreement as Blaise began studying Hermione's different reactions.
"Listen, Hermione," Blaise began, putting his hand in hers. "I understand if this changes how you feel about Greg. And if it doesn't, well, that's wonderful." Blaise paused. He didn't want to sound mean when he spoke this next part. Blaise was very protective of his friends.
"I just…please…whatever you do," Blaise stammered a bit, trying to pick his words carefully. He did not want to sound harsh, "Please don't hurt my friend. I told you Pansy was caught in the middle. Well, so was Greg."
"Just put in a different position," Ginny nodded, looking at Hermione with a serious expression.
"Exactly," Blaise agreed, smiling at the red head he'd adopted as a sister.
"This has been the most intense day I've experienced in a long time," Hermione exhaled. Hermione took in Blaise's story. It was without a doubt the strangest story she'd heard in a while. Part of her didn't want to believe it was true. "First the flying lesson, then Theo, now this."
"I want all the details of the flying lesson," Blaise said, giving Hermione a look of intense curiosity.
"Tomorrow, Blaise," Hermione yawned. "It's too late for me."
Blaise shrugged and walked out of the room a bit disappointed, just in time to see his boyfriend return. Ginny used her want to turn of the lights as the two girls climbed under the covers. Hermione was without a doubt ready for bed. Ginny was still in the mood to talk but would ask just one final question.
"Well, what do you feel now?" Ginny asked the head girl. It took a minute for the older girl to respond. Hermione closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling.
"I still want him," Hermione whispered to her friend.
"I knew it," Ginny smiled, turning onto her, facing away from Hermione. "And I'm very happy about to hear it."
"Good night, Gin," Hermione smiled in the air. The things Hermione had learned tonight were crazy, insane, and unbelievable. But it didn't put an end to the fire within Hermione's heart, the want she felt for Greg. If Hermione had trusted Greg, not to let her fall off the broom, the how could she not trust him with her heart?