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Nights 8
I'm running down the halls to get to the spot. I fell asleep! I was studying for a test for Defense Against the Dark Arts and I passed out. I look at my watch. 12:30. Oh no! I reach the spot, out of breath. I look around and there is no Malfoy in sight. I groan loudly. Oh merlin. I'm so screwed.
I sit down to hear a piece of parchment rustle. I reach under my arse to see a note addressed to me. I open it up:
Granger,
You fucking Mudblood! Where were you! I sat here till 12:15 for your impure arse and you never showed! I said I was sorry about getting pissed at you last night. It's hard enough saying that to you. You better be careful in Potions tomorrow morning. I'll probably still be mad at you. I may try to pour scorching hot potion on you.
Malfoy
PS: If you don't show tomorrow, I'm telling Dumbledore all about your fun times in the back of Muggle Studies and I'm sticking my minions on you.
I sigh and close my eyes. Damnit. I'm in so deep right now! I lay my head down on my knees. I can't do this anymore! I hardly sleep and my grades aren't doing to good. I'm beginning to slip. I feel tears coming on, but I hold them back.
"Hermione?"
I look up but I don't see anyone. I smirk. "Hey Harry."
He pulls off the cloak and smiles. "I haven't seen you in ages." He says, sitting next to me.
"That's cause Ginny's on you all the friggin' time." I grumble.
He frowns. "Oh come off it. You can tag along with us anytime." He says.
"And watch you two stick your tongues down each others throat and get accused for trying to seduce you? I'll pass."
He puts an arm around me. "Why are you out at this time of night?" he asks, changing the subject.
"Prefect duties."
He raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you just have it last night?" He asks.
I nod. "I like it! I made Malfoy give me his days for the next two months. I get to bust all the bad kids when there off snogging or getting high." I lie. Hm, that seems pretty convincing.
He doesn't look convinced though. "What's going on, Herm? I can tell when your lying."
I wince. I should of known that was going to happen. He knows me better than I know myself. "I can't tell you, Harry. I'd love to but I just can't." I say, hopelessly.
"Is someone blackmailing you or something?" he asks, getting very protective. "You know I won't tolerate one of my best friends getting harassed. I'll get them with just one hex."
I smile a bit. I can always count on Harry to still care. "No, it's ok. I really do like being up and by myself. I can never get that anymore." I say. We sit in silence for a few moments till I ask, "What the bloody hell are you doing up?"
Harry blushes. "I just got done seeing Ginny." he says.
"Go Harry!"
"Leave me alone."
"You better stay away from me or I'll have to turn you two in." I joke. "So how far have you guys gone?"
"HERMIONE!"
I smile. I push on his shoulder. "How far?" I repeat.
He sighs and his face is bright red. It's as red as Ron's hair. I begin to laugh. Harry is so adorable sometimes. "We've gone pretty far…"
"Have you guys shagged yet?"
His jaw drops. "Oh Merlin no!"
"OH! So everything but?"
Harry doesn't respond. I squeal. "Harry! I never would of thought you'd ever get to that level till about 7th year!" I joke.
"Thanks for having such hope for me." he says sarcastically, but I know he knows I'm just joking around. He snickers. "You can't tell anyone. It will mess up my 'golden boy' image."
I roll my eyes. "Who the bloody hell am I going to tell? Malfoy? Come off it, Harry." I say.
He lets go of me and smiles. "Speaking of Malfoy, have you noticed a change in him?" he asks. I raise an eyebrow and shake my head. "He doesn't fuck with us as much anymore. Hell! He never calls you Mudblood anymore."
"Would you like him to start harassing us again?"
He laughs. "Not really. He's just very out of character nowadays. It's very odd."
I smile. "Maybe he's got a thing for us?" I joke.
He laughs. But then he sits there appearing to look like he's thinking. "You know, he may have a thing for you. He's been staring at you a lot in classes." he says.
My heart oddly skips a beat and I feel very giddy. "Really?" I say, trying to sound disgusted, but it came out very schoolgirl crush like.
Harry raises an eyebrow. "You haven't taken a liking to him, have you?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No way. I could never have a thing for that prat." I say.
He shrugs. "I still say he's checking you out all the time. But I may be just paranoid. I don't want him tainting my innocent and precious Hermione." he says. For some reason, I feel very offended by that last comment. I'm not innocent! At least I don't feel innocent. I mean, just cause I get good grades, read books and would rather spend my weekend nights doing homework or studying…shit. I'm a goody two shoes.
Harry stands up and stretches. "Ugh. I need to go do homework." he says.
I tense. "What homework!" I ask.
Harry rolls his eyes. "The homework you did all Friday night while Ron and me where down at Hogsmeage." he says, laughing.
I laugh. "Typical Harry. Waiting for 3 in the morning on Sunday night to do a report." I say.
"And this is why you have way better grades than I do."
He leans down and kisses my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow in class." he says.
I wave him goodbye. For the first time in a long while, I'm happy.