It had been a month since the whole bathroom and crying in corridor incident. During that time, Hermione noticed Malfoy becoming more restless and more careless. He didn't care about anything at all anymore really. She watched him carelessly drop the wrong ingredients into the potions their class was making. Unfortunately, Snape had made her fix up all the mistakes Malfoy had made which really tested her patience and intelligence. Hermione also watched Malfoy walking down the corridor pushing first years, well not just first years… any year below him small enough, into walls. She watched as Crabbe and Goyle just chuckled as Malfoy did so. Having seen this, Hermione rushed up to Malfoy and grabbed the front of his robes. "You're a prefect, Malfoy! How dare you do that to younger students! You're supposed to be setting a good example!" Malfoy, however, just shrugged her off, laughed maliciously and walked off. Hermione was left standing there dumbstruck. She knew Malfoy was an arsehole. But she didn't know he was that much of an arsehole…

Draco hated it when Granger gave him those pitiful looks. What was up with that? Really, couldn't she keep it to herself? Draco looked at the clock. Ten minutes of this torture to go and then classes would end for the day. Although he didn't show it, Draco was happy. Well, as happy as you could be, anyway. Under his circumstances, Draco never seemed to be happy anymore. Angry, and at times victorious, sure. But never happy. The amount his father went on about it, one could assume that Voldemort's new reign of terror would be doing good on Draco. But it only made him feel like shit all the time. All the time, he would receive owls from his father asking him to find things out or do things. Draco did these things, but gave up on his studies. If his father questioned or got mad about it, Draco knew he was to say one thing: It's your fault.

Class was over and Hermione packed up as quickly as possible to avoid Malfoy and skipped to Ron.
"Hello, you" Ron said, grinning, looking down at Hermione. "Wanna, uh, hang before dinner?" Hermione laughed.

"We always hang out before dinner," she giggled.

"I know. Uh good. Because… I don't know…" Ron blushed.
"You fool," Hermione laughed, playfully hitting him on the arm.

Ron and Hermione had gotten closer during the month that had gone by. Hermione had had cravings to get closer to him. She, however, ignored them.

"Well, its Friday, so I think we should do something fun," Ron said. Hermione smiled and glanced up at him.

"Like what?" She asked.

Ron stopped. Hermione stopped too and took two steps back. Ron leant down to whisper in Hermione's ear. He carefully brushed away the loose bits of wavy black hair that was covering her ear. "I got some fire whiskey. Care to join me in the Astronomy Tower for a few drinks?" Hermione blushed. Did he really just ask that?

"Okay," Hermione murmured. "What time?"

Draco paced up and down the Slytherin dormitory with the latest letter from his father. His father told him that they were planning something big to distract Dumbledore and a majority of the teachers away from Hogwarts. He said it'd be in a few weeks time. Draco sighed. It meant that school would have to be shut down. Draco sat on the end of his bed, putting his head in his hands. He hadn't gotten any action in weeks as well. No wonder he couldn't think clearly. He took stood up and looked in the mirror. He fixed up his hair so it was placed perfectly and neatened up his uniform. He set off to the common room to find a girl. As soon as he got there, Parkinson was all over him.

"Hi, Draco," she giggled. Draco looked down at Pansy. She got rid of her robes and was wearing her awfully short skirt and blouse. Her hair was tied back and Draco thought she looked uglier than ever.

"Parkinson," he spat. "You look like a feral dog. Get off my back already." Draco walked off, flicking his hand away as he did so. Pansy started to sob. Draco looked around, trying to find someone vaguely attractive. He spotted two girls sitting by the fire, laughing and talking. He walked over to them. One had bleached blonde straight hair and the other had curly black hair. From the side she looked like Hermione, only uglier, Draco thought.

"Hey ladies," he smirked, sitting down. "What's going on?"

It was 9 o'clock and Hermione sat waiting for Ron to go to the Astronomy tower. At one minute past 9, Ron came up carrying a bottle and two glasses.

"Hello," he said grinning. "Didn't keep you waiting, did I?" he asked.

"No," Hermione said smiling. "You didn't. I just thought I might come up a bit earlier to watch the stars. They're so pretty tonight, don't you think?" Ron sat down on the blanket Hermione put down.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "They are. But you make them look so dull." Hermione blushed. She had liked Ron for so long; maybe something would happen tonight…

Ron poured two glasses of fire whiskey and passed Hermione a glass. Ron held his own glass up and made a toast. Hermione put hers up too. "To uhh…us." Hermione and Ron gently banged the glasses together and skulled the whiskey down.

Draco had his hands on Amelia's hips. Or was it Lisa? He couldn't care less. She has nice enough boobs, I guess, Draco thought as he looked up at her. It was the one with black, curly hair. It was only down to her shoulders though. She moaned Draco's name over and over. Normally, that would have gotten Draco so into it, but he was just enjoying what she was giving him physically.

"Oh, Draaco, you're sooo good," she continued to moan. Draco closed his eyes and began to pretend it was Hermione on top of him and not some random Slytherin girl he picked up in the common room. The more he thought about it, the quicker he came.

Amelia, or was it Lisa? Fell back next to him. She put her arm onto him and nuzzled his chest with her face.

"Draco, that was so good. Oh, you're so hot…" She murmured, feeling around Draco's six pack. Draco quickly came to his senses after that. What was he doing sleeping with some slag like this one? He got up and put his clothes on.

"Where are you going, Draco?" the girl asked, sitting up and pulling the cover over her body. "You can't just leave me here! This is the boy's dormitory!"

"Then get out," Draco growled. Her face dropped. "You were good, okay? You're hot, whatever. But the fun has ended, so get out, okay?" The girl looked as if she was using her everything not to burst into tears. She got out of bed, put on her clothes and ran out.

What was Draco up to? He only wanted one girl.

By now, Hermione and Ron were fair drunk.

"You know what?" Ron slurred. "I think you are really pretty." He put his arm around Hermione and she buried her face in robes.

"I think you're very handsome," Hermione murmured. "I've liked you for a long time." Ron pulled Hermione's head up. Hermione managed to sit in between Ron's legs. She tilted her head up and Ron tilted his head down. The last thing Hermione remember was having her face so close to Ron's, she had a perfect close up view to his nose and top lip. Then, in a very soft movement, they kissed. It was tender and sweet. The more they kissed, the more passionate it got.

The next thing she knew, Hermione was underneath Ron. A few minutes later, she was on top of him.

This, Hermione thought to herself, is pure heaven.

She had wanted this for so long and it was finally happened. She ignored the fact they were wasted and smiled as she kissed Ron. She prayed that it would last.

"Okay, let me get this straight, you did what with my brother?" Ginny asked, smiling. It was either smiling or trying to restrain herself from bursting out laughing. Hermione tried to decide.

"Well, Ginny, do you want me to go into the details again?" Hermione asked with a chuckle. Ginny put her hands over her ears.

"No! No! No!" She exclaimed. "It's my brother! Ew!" Both Ginny and Hermione cracked up laughing. Ginny sat down on Hermione's bed, hugging a pillow.

"Please tell me all you did was kiss?" Ginny said with a small amount of disgust in her voice.

"Of course!" Hermione said. "What do you take me for? Some sort of skank?"

Ginny smiled guiltily. Hermione gaped at her best friend, then hit her over the head with a pillow.

Draco paced up and down the dorm. It was early Saturday morning and everyone was still asleep. He pulled on some jeans and a shirt and made his way to the Great Hall. Most people were going to Hogsmeade but Draco decided not to bother today. He had other things to think about. An invasion to help plan, a mudblood who didn't deserve to even be in his most hateful thoughts…

Draco bumped into two girls. Was it just him, or did his heart skip a beat? He gulped as he looked down at the curly black haired girl brushed herself off as if she had just walked into a dusty cloth. Once smiling and giggling with the red haired girl next to her, she death stared Draco.

"Watch where you're going, Malfoy," she spat as she walked off.

The other girl, Weasley's sister… Ginny. That was it, Ginny. She shot Draco a dirty look also and sped off with Granger. Draco sighed as he walked on.

What the hell was he doing with himself?