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Summary: Harry is caught in a love triangle to rival all else. He's found himself questioning his sexuality and is owning up to his attraction to Draco Malfoy. Meanwhile Draco is cozying up to Hermione, who won't give him the time of day. And Hermione keeps thinking there's hope for her and Harry to have a future together. It's a tangled web of emotions and will anyone get what they want? Set a couple of years after Hogwarts ended. Told from Harry's POV. Drarry. With talk of Harmony and Dramione.
Three is a Crowd
The next day I got up early in preparation for whatever it was Draco and I were going to do. I had no idea what to plan but I didn't care if we just hung out at his place all day and stared at a wall, as long as we were together. But I found out that Hermione was still sort of mad at me when she got up and I offered her breakfast. I rarely cooked, but since I was up early I thought it would be a nice thing to do for her. But when I asked how she wanted her eggs she made a face at me.
"Are you trying to butter me up so I'm not mad at you anymore?" she asked with a slight yawn as she sat down at the table.
"No. I didn't realize you were still mad. I thought we made up."
"We did. Sort of. But I'm still a little annoyed with you," she said as I handed her a coffee mug and a thing of cream.
"Will eggs over easy make you love me again?" I wondered with a small goofy grin on my face.
"I don't know about love, but if you make me an omelet I'll be pretty happy," she said with her own goofy grin.
"An omelet? You know I suck at those. They always end up being scrambled eggs with stuff floating in them," I admitted with a sigh.
"Oh alright. Make me whatever you're eating. I guess I'll forgive you. That is if we can go to the cinema today and see that new chick flick with Sandra Bullock," she smiled at me.
"I can't. I'm supposed to hang out with Draco today," I told her regretfully, even though I really didn't want to see that movie anyway.
"That's not fair. You ruin my date with him and now you won't even take me to the movies to make up for it?" she pouted.
"We can go another time maybe."
"Why can't all three of us go?" she offered happily.
Ugh. No. That was not the plan. She was encroaching on my territory again. And really before you knew we'd be a threesome and I'd be the one left out again. I wanted guy time and I tried to gently explain that to her.
"Guy time? Don't you get enough of that?" she wondered.
Really, you could never get enough of that. But I tried to let her down gently.
"Hermione, that movie is called a chick flick for a good reason, and it's because men don't want to watch it. Why would Draco and I go there with you? We'd be bored."
"But you're my best friend. It's your job to go see movies with me," she informed me.
"Go with Ginny. Or Luna. Or that girl Sharon you had lunch with the other day at work," I offered.
"Fine, fine. I get it. You're sorry about last night and want me to forgive you, but you don't want my company. I'm beginning to think that the reason you ruined my date wasn't because you were worried about me, but because you're in love with Draco," she said making a face at me.
My own expression fell and I realized she was not a stupid girl and I was amazed she hadn't put the pieces of the puzzle together yet. I just sighed and buttered her toast and didn't respond to her. This made her senses perk up and she started laughing at me.
"Oh my god, that's it isn't it? You're in love with Draco! I just thought you were friends, but you love him. You wanna be with him. You were jealous of me last night!" she cried with triumphant giggles.
"Shut up! That's not true. I'm not in love with him. You're crazy," I protested.
"Liar. You are too. I mean, I don't know how I didn't figure it out sooner except Draco just seems very hetero when I'm with him, and I wouldn't imagine you'd go there. But you have a crush! It's so obvious now. You wanna marry him!" she teased me.
"I never said that! You are just talking crazy now, Hermione. I like Draco. We have fun together. But of course I know he's hetero. Mostly anyway," I added somewhat under my breath, but she heard me clearly.
"What do you mean 'mostly'? Has he done something with you? Have you guys made out or something?" she asked, suddenly very interested in the conversation.
"No, we haven't made out or anything like that. But he likes to cuddle on the couch with me and play with my hair. Plus he once got a boner when we were together. I personally think I stand a chance," I said boldly.
"Oh my god. This is so weird. You guys cuddle? How come you never told me that?" she wondered fervently.
"I didn't know what to say. But yes, we cuddle. Sort of. I mean, it's not like we're all hugging and stuff, but he leans on me and he definitely loves my hair. Which is an obvious sign of liking me a lot because my hair is a nightmare. He even said the glasses were sexy," I told her, getting excited at finally vindicating all these little signs I was keeping bottled up to myself.
"He said your glasses were sexy? This is bizarre. I mean, why is he asking me out then if he's all cuddly with you? I'm confused."
"You and me both. I can't read him. Or understand what he's feeling or thinking. But yes, I was jealous last night. That's why I acted like a moron. But I wasn't lying either because he does say crude things about what he wants to do to you, which further confuses me," I explained.
"Well I suppose he's bi then. Lots of people are. His door swings both ways," she shrugged.
"You think so?" I wondered as I handed over her eggs and sat down across from her.
"It sounds like it. Why else would he do those things with you but then still want me? He's either bisexual or way more confused than you are."
"I just wonder if I should make a move on him or not. I'm worried he'll get scared off. What if he's just touchy feely with people and not really into me?" I asked befuddled.
Hermione took a bite of her eggs and waved the fork in the air.
"You'll never know unless you try. I'm just glad you told me. It kind of changes my plans a bit when it comes to him."
"How come? Because he likes guys too? Maybe anyway. We're not sure."
"No, not because of that. I don't care about that. I just mean it changes things because you want him. I didn't know that before. And I'm not going to step on your toes. You got there first. I'll just duck down and go back to ignoring his advances," she explained with a flourish of her fork.
"But if you really want him and he wants you, don't stop on my account. I could just be daydreaming I have a chance," I told her honestly.
"Yeah, but you still have a crush and I don't want to have you angry with me or jealous of me. I barely know Draco really. I just think he's cute. I'm not in love with him or anything," she said dismissively.
"I think I am in love with him. I don't know what to do about it," I held my head in my hands and sighed.
"I say tell him. Or at least tell him you have a crush. Maybe don't use the L word just yet," she advised me.
"Ugh. God, I never meant this to happen. I mean, we both used to hate the guy with a fiery passion and now we're fighting over who gets to bone him," I laughed slightly.
"That is incredibly weird when you put it that way. Ron would so not understand either of us right now. He'd freak out. Which speaking of, have you even talked to him in ages?" Hermione asked with curiosity.
"No, I haven't really talked to him since Draco entered the scene. Besides Ron is busy with his new girlfriend Sarah or Samantha. I can't remember her name."
"I think it's Sasha actually. But yeah, I don't talk to him either. Which isn't a surprise since he's my ex. But he was your bestie. He'd never understand this," she shook her head.
"No, he wouldn't. And I'm not telling him. So you better not."
"Why would I tell him? I already said I don't talk to him."
"Just checking. I'm already confused enough. I don't need Ron judging my taste in men. Or the fact that I like men at all, of which he has no clue."
"My lips are sealed. Promise."
"Thanks."
"No worries. So do you want me to be scarce when it comes to Draco? I'll stop going out with him," she offered.
"I'd sort of appreciate it if you didn't date him, however if he really likes you and not me, then what would be the point of you staying away? See, that's where I get confused," I admitted.
"That's why you need to talk to him. Find out what's going on. And then report back to me. I'm so excited to find out what he's thinking. I bet he totally likes you back and is just assuming you don't feel that way for him," she said supportively.
"I guess I should make myself clearer then?"
"Yes! Do it! And then maybe you'll finally get some. Of course I won't be getting any, but at least one of us gets to fuck the cute guy right?" Hermione laughed.
"Hermione!"
"What? It's true."
"It is sort of true. I'm torn though because I'd like it to be you, so you're happy. But then again, I'd like it to be me because I really want him. Like super bad. I'm in deep."
"Then I want you to have him. I hope it goes well. What are you doing today anyway?" she asked me.
"I have no clue. He just promised we'd hang out together all day. I could barely sleep thinking about it, which is why I'm up so early," I explained.
"Oh Harry. I'm so glad you finally told me the truth about things. Now I'm not mad at you anymore. I get it. I wish you would have just told me straight off."
"I would have except I knew you didn't like Draco before. And plus I didn't know how to explain my feelings or why I felt like he might like me. I just didn't want to jinx it. And I still don't. I might have already done that though."
"Nah, you didn't. I'm sure it's going to work out. If he has any taste, which I'm sure he does, he'll totally go for you," Hermione told me supportively.
I smiled at her and realized what an amazing catch she really was. Part of me wished I could be what she wanted me to be to her, but I knew I couldn't be. But she deserved someone amazing by her side. And I hoped she found him. But for now all I could offer was my brotherly love and friendship and I got up and hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek.
"I love you," I said into her ear.
"I love you too," she leaned up and kissed my lips in a friendly manner. "You're my best friend. Always. I hated being mad at you."
"I hated having you mad at me."
"Besties again. And you better go get dressed. Wear that navy blue shirt that I bought you for your birthday. It looks really good on you. Oh and wear the shoes that match and not the brown ones."
"Okay. Any other tips?" I wondered.
"Yeah, just be you. He'll fall in love. How could he not?"
I kissed her forehead and smiled and headed out to get myself ready for the day. There was an extra spring in my step now that Hermione and I were squared away and she knew everything now. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I don't know why I didn't just tell her sooner, like she said. But sometimes I'm really stupid and like to suffer in silence. This whole mess could have been avoided if I'd been honest with her. Or with him. But that was sometimes a scary prospect. Especially with him. But today I was going to do my best to lay it on the line and see where I stood.
Draco showed up at the house exactly at noon, just like he said. Hermione locked herself upstairs to give us privacy and said for me to tell Draco she'd gone to the movie already if he asked for her. When I opened the door, Draco looked amazing. He had on a gray shirt and black trousers with those loafers on his feet again. He always seemed so polished except for the bedhead which I loved about him. He smiled at me and before I could tell him how good he looked he actually complimented me.
"You look fab today, Potter. I love that shirt. The color is good on you," he said with a smile.
"Thanks. Hermione bought it for me for my birthday."
"She has good taste. How do I look?" he held out his arms for my perusal.
"You look amazing as always. But you already knew that didn't you?" I laughed slightly.
"I just wanted to hear you say it," he grinned. "So where is Hermione today?"
"She's gone to a movie. She wanted me to go, but I told her we were busy."
"Oh. Okay. Well, maybe I'll see her later? Did you decide what we're doing today? I left it up to you to plan."
"I know and I couldn't really think of much except I thought maybe we could go to Hogsmeade and have lunch to start with," I offered.
"Alrighty. Sounds good. Plus there is this quaint bookshop there and I think Hermione would love this one book I saw. I mentioned it to her last night," Draco said with a thoughtful expression.
But my expression fell. It was supposed to be our day and he wasn't supposed to be buying books for Hermione. But I bit my tongue and said maybe if we had time we'd stop in there. But really, I'd have to think of something else pressing to do in order to not have time. But we set off together and apparated to the small village we both loved and it was nice autumn afternoon with a cool breeze blowing the leaves around. We walked together to The Three Broomsticks and went inside. There were a lot of people enjoying the afternoon but we found a nice table by the window and sat down together.
"You know I haven't had a butterbeer in ages. You wanna get one?" I asked him curiously.
"I was thinking more Firewhiskey, but if you want butterbeer help yourself," he smiled at me.
"Is butterbeer a totally girl drink?" I wondered.
"No, but I like something less sweet and much stronger. But you order what you want. I'm buying."
"You don't have to buy mine. I could buy," I offered.
"Nah, my treat. I figured since I got your knickers in a twist last night, it's the least I can do," he said to me.
"Yeah, about last night. I'm sorry again. I know I was out of line, but it just caught me off guard to see you two together."
"I don't know why. It's not like I'd hurt her. She's your best mate. And I may be a cad, but I'm not a rapist or anything. If we shagged, it'd be because she wanted to. Just remember that," he chided me.
"I know. I'm really sorry. I guess I just didn't want you shagging her at all."
"Why? You don't want to shag her do you? I mean, it's you she wanted and not me. But you said no."
"It's not that. It's just complicated." I wanted to say it's YOU I want to shag, but I couldn't get the words out. Not yet. Not like this. Not while sitting in The Three Broomsticks.
"Well whatever it is, I hope you're over it. And if you're worried about being a third wheel, you're obviously not because here I am. All for you. Just like I promised."
"I know. And I'm glad. I really am. So what are you getting to eat?" I asked, trying to change the subject slightly.
"I think I'm getting a burger. What about you?" he asked as he closed the menu we both knew so well already.
"Same."
When the waitress came Draco ordered both of our meals and Firewhiskey for himself and the butterbeer for me. I really should have had the whiskey too because then I'd be more loose with my lips and affections, but I wanted my wits about me if I was going to tell him how I felt. But every time I thought about doing it, I wished I'd ordered the Firewhiskey too.
"Can I have a sip of your drink?" I asked him curiously when the waitress refilled his glass.
"Sure." He slid it across the table and I took a bigger gulp than I intended to and didn't leave much for him.
"Shit, if you want some, just order some," He laughed at me.
"Maybe I should? This butterbeer is good, but unless you're a house elf you can't really get drunk off it."
"No you cannot. Which is why I didn't order that. Here I'll get you your own glass," he said as he signaled the waitress again and asked for two more. "You can finish that one up if you want."
I readily took him up on that offer and downed the rest of it. It burned going down and I could feel the fire in my belly. But it was already starting to give me more courage.
"So there's this spot in the woods that has swimming hole. It's really secret and private and I was thinking we could go there after lunch," I told him, already feeling slightly looser from the drink.
"A swimming hole? It's a little chilly out today with the breeze," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm not afraid of a little breeze. I thought it'd be fun. I used to go there with Ron and Hermione a lot. We found it when we were on our endless camping trip to find Horcruxes. It was the one place we all agreed we'd like to visit again, even though we were sick of the woods."
"Alright. I'll give it a go. But I don't have swimming trunks obviously," he noted.
"Me neither. But you don't need them do you? I mean, we used to just jump in in our underwear."
"Who said I wear underwear?" he smirked at me.
I gulped and looked at him with a look that must have given away my lust for him because he started laughing at me.
"Down boy. I was kidding! I do wear boxers. Sorry to break your heart though," he reached over and shoved my arm playfully.
"You didn't break my heart. As if I wanna see you naked," I scoffed unconvincingly.
"You totally do. I can tell. But I'm not shy so maybe you'll get your wish?" he said with a little wink.
I hated it when he winked at me because it was so confusing. Did that mean he had something in his eye or that he was teasing me or wanting me or what? But I didn't have much time to ponder it because our drinks arrived along with our burgers and we quickly dug into everything.
"Here, try one of my chips. You'll like it," he said offering me a chip slathered with mayonnaise.
I made a face at it though. I didn't like mayo on chips. A lot of people ate them that way, but I preferred ketchup. I wasn't a mayo fan, but he swore it was good.
"No, I don't wanna eat that. It looks wrong," I noted the thick white consistency.
"Oh get your mind out of the gutter, Potter! Just taste it," he told me making a face.
I leaned over and took a bite of the chip and instantly regretted it. I didn't like it, but I wasn't going to spit it out in front of him, so I just swallowed it. But I shook my head.
"Ugh, yuck. No. I didn't like that."
"Why not? It's delicious."
"I like ketchup."
"Yuck. That's some gross shit. But I don't like tomatoes."
"I know, but you eat tomato sauce on pasta," I pointed out.
"True, but that's different. Ketchup just tastes icky."
"Icky? You're so weird."
"No, you're weird."
"We're both weird." I stuck out my tongue at him and he stuck his out right back. If only we'd move closer together we'd be kissing. But alas, we weren't. Not just yet.
Once our lunch was over, Draco paid the check and we were both slightly drunk but not falling down or anything. Just enough that he forgot about the bookshop and just let me apparate us to the swimming hole. That was my intention to get his mind off Hermione and her love of old books, and just concentrate on being with me. And it worked. The swimming hole was exactly how I remembered it from before. There were lots of rocks and a little pool of deep water that you could jump into from the highest rock and still not hit the bottom. We stood there and surveyed the atmosphere and Draco gave it his stamp of approval. We plopped down on a big flat rock and just sat together for a moment. I leaned over and nudged him with my body.
"So you gonna get naked or what?" I teased him.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" he teased back.
"I might. You're the one who said you had a fine ass before and that you'd stare at it yourself if you could."
"That is true. I did say that. I also seem to recall noticing yours wasn't half bad either," he nudged me back with his body.
I smiled over that comment and we just sat there leaning on each other for a little while, drinking in the beauty of the place. And enjoying each other's company. Finally I got bold and stood up. I took my shoes off first and then I stripped my shirt off and then undid my trousers. Draco stood up and did the same and I watched with baited breath as his trousers got tossed in a heap on the ground next to mine. We were both standing in our boxers and suddenly the air felt charged and heated and not chilly at all. I was ready to just grab him and kiss him, but I was stopped when he reached down and pulled off his boxers and tossed them to the ground too. I couldn't help but stare at him intently with my mouth hanging open. He was rather huge. More so than I expected or dreamed he'd be. He wasn't just bragging needlessly about the size of his cock. He really had something worthwhile in those pants. Off my vacant and obvious stare he just shrugged and said he didn't want wet underwear. And then he jumped off the rock and into the water.
I thought about being a prude and just jumping in with my underpants still on. But if he was naked, then I wanted to be naked too. I wanted him to see me because maybe he'd like what he saw too? I hoped he would. So I stripped off my boxers and threw them aside and I jumped into the water right next to him. It was warm despite the slight chill in the air that neither of us seemed to feel anymore. And we immediately began playing around in the water, splashing each other and doing flips and trying to see who could swim faster. It was all very innocent really, despite my longings, but it didn't stay that way forever. I got bold and swam up to him and jumped on his back. Our naked wet bodies were pressed together and it felt like heaven.
"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to fling me off of him, but I held on tight.
I tried to dunk his head under the water and he proceeded to jump on me and do the same thing. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced, even if we weren't having sex and just goofing off. We were naked. And wet. Did I mention we were naked and wet? My erection grew instantly and I knew he could feel it, but he seemed unfazed by it. And I tried to tell if he had one too, but I couldn't get myself into a good enough position to feel it until he pressed himself against my back and wrapped his arms around me. He was definitely hard. And he picked me up and tossed me away from him, laughing the entire time. I'd never had so much fun in my life. And it wasn't just because I was naked with Draco, it was because I honestly was in love with him. And here we were frolicking nude together in the water all alone where no one could see us or judge us or wonder what we were doing. It was our own Garden of Eden and I never wanted to leave.
Eventually we did get a little tired of splashing around and it was time to get out. We didn't have towels, but Draco just laid himself down face first on the rock and sunned himself like a lizard. I could see his smooth round ass just staring me in the face and I decided to copy his movements and laid on my stomach too. The rock was warm and I felt like with the breeze and the sun, I'd probably be dry in no time. I looked over at Draco.
"So did you like the swimming hole experience?" I wondered curiously.
"Uh-huh. It was fun. And I'm pleased to see that you're not shy. I thought you would be," he remarked noting my naked form, of which I was trying not to be self-conscious of.
"I'm not really shy around you. You make me bolder," I admitted.
"Good. Because I told you before that the mousy nerd act wasn't cutting it. You should be more confident and bold."
"I'm trying. But being naked in front of you is weird. I'm not used to being naked in front of other people at all."
"You have to get used to that. If you want a lover someday, you gotta get comfortable lounging around nude."
"I'm pretty comfortable right now," I admitted as I leaned over and nudged his body with my own, feeling his cool damp skin against mine.
"Really?"
"Really."
Draco looked over at me and straightened my glasses which were slightly askew. Then he brushed my hair out of my face and then rested his hand on my cheek for a moment. He smiled.
"Let's face it Harry, you're adorable. Someone is gonna snap you up," he admitted as he ran his hand down my cheek and then dropped it back down again.
"Would you be interested in me? If you were like that?" I asked boldly, finally ready to get this show on the road.
"If I were like what? Gay you mean?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I nodded and reached over and ran my hands through his messy blond mop of hair that even in its messiness, it looked polished somehow.
"Harry, I like being with you. I don't want to complicate it," he said finally.
"Complicate it how?" I wondered.
"By bringing a new layer to the friendship. I don't want to hurt you. I'm notoriously bad at relationships. So maybe I would be interested but I'm poison, Potter," he said scooting away from me and sitting up to pull his boxers back on.
"Wait a minute. No. You don't get to decide if you're poison or not," I said sitting up and pulling on my own boxers. I felt too exposed, and I suspected he did too. We were both suddenly aware of our nakedness.
"You don't even want me around your best friend, so why would you want me around you in that way?" he asked, totally perplexed.
"Because I don't care. But let me just get this clear first. You're not saying you don't want me? You're saying I shouldn't want you? Is that what's happening?" I wanted to clarify the situation.
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"Well fuck that. I don't care. Draco, I want you. God, I've wanted you since the moment you came to my house all those months ago and sat on my couch and complained about my furniture not being comfortable enough. I haven't stopped thinking of you since then. And I don't care if you're bad for me. Lots of things are bad for me, but I still want them. Like drinking and smoking. Well okay, I don't smoke. But I could start and it would be okay because it's my choice!" I rambled to him.
"Harry, just shut up okay?"
"What? No. I have a lot to say about this—"
Draco stopped me from speaking with his lips. He planted his mouth directly on mine and I thought I might pass out. I literally felt dizzy and like the world was spinning around us. And I felt his tongue search for mine and I readily accepted him into my mouth. And we kissed roughly and passionately and needfully. I didn't want to stop ever. But he finally pulled back and stared at me breathlessly.
"You don't know what you're in for, Potter," he informed me. And then he just gathered his clothes and started getting dressed again.
"I'm ready for anything," I told him happily, still riding a wave of ecstasy over our kisses.
"I'll hold you to it," he smiled slightly, like he wasn't too sure I really could live up to that bargain.
I got myself dressed and was confused as to why we were doing that when I really just wanted to kiss more. But he finally laughed slightly and looked at me as he slid on his shoes.
"So this is why you didn't want me shagging Hermione. You wanted me for yourself, eh?" he finally put the pieces together.
"Well duh. You're clueless if you didn't get that way before now."
"I wasn't clueless. I was just trying to put you off. Being with me is like being with a moody little child. I'm terrible at monogamy and I also say what I mean with perfect bluntness. And frankly Harry, I knew you could do better than me. I'm not even really gay," he admitted.
"What are you then?" I was confused.
He sighed and shrugged slightly.
"I tend not to label it. I guess I'm just sexually fluid. I'm attracted to people, not their parts. Well that's not entirely true. I like the parts too. It's just that I look past sexuality and am attracted to personality first. And to be honest, I've wanted you for years, Potter. Even when you detested me, it made me want to prove myself to you even more. I've wanted you forever. But once I got to know you better, I didn't feel like I was good enough. You're so much better than me in so many ways," he admitted softly.
"Bollocks. I don't believe that. And I'm not asking for a perfect person anyway. I just want you to want me as much as I want you. And I want to cuddle and laugh and hold hands and kiss and shag and maybe sometimes hate each other until we can't stand it anymore. I want it all. And I want it with you," I said bravely, not feeling nervous or shy anymore. Draco wanted me. He'd always wanted me. I had nothing to be nervous about.
"You'll sing a different tune when I end up breaking your heart," he said sadly.
"That's a load of bullshit because you don't have to break my heart. You can choose to break it, but it's not like it's fate or something. So just don't break it," I told him simply.
He touched the side of my face and leaned over and kissed me again. Then he pulled back and stared me right in the eyes.
"You're so pure and innocent still. If only we could all be like that."
I didn't really understand what he meant by any of this stuff or why he thought he'd have to break my heart. No one ever had to break someone's heart unless they wanted to. And why would he want to? But I didn't question him further, I just let him stand up and pull me up with him. Then before he could protest or say anything else, I grabbed him into a hug. I held him tightly and couldn't resist grabbing his butt and squeezing it before letting him go. He kissed my forehead and then he told me he had to go home now. He had stuff to take care of. I didn't know what stuff, and he didn't tell me. I just got the feeling he was trying to get away from me, which I didn't like. But I felt helpless to stop it.
We apparated to his flat and I watched him walk into the house and he didn't invite me in. He just kissed my lips softly and squeezed my hand and said he'd see me later. I didn't really know what was happening except instead of being excited and floating on a cloud like I was, Draco seemed almost sad that we'd gotten ourselves together. It didn't make sense. Why would he be sad? We had every reason in the world to be happy. But he felt not good enough, and he was right about one thing. That act was annoying. In my eyes, Draco was plenty good enough. And I was eager to proceed with our relationship. But he just wanted to be alone for some reason. But I let it go for now. I had to. And I just apparated back to my house, eager to tell Hermione what happened. But she'd left a note saying she and Luna went to the movie I'd refused to see. So I had no one to talk to. That's when I just sighed and sat on the couch and waited not so patiently for someone else to show up so I could share my news. Only what was the news exactly? Draco and I swam naked and made out, but then Draco abruptly stopped and said he wasn't good enough for me and then he wanted to go home. Were we a couple now? We were still just friends who had kissed? What was happening? I didn't know. I just knew I needed outside support with this. I needed Hermione in the worst way right now. She would know what to tell me. I just knew that the memory of his kisses would keep me warm at night for quite a while. And that would have to be good enough for now.
To be continued….