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Night 15
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I groggily walk down the hall. Boy, it was some fucking day. I go to Mal…Draco and mine's "spot" and plop down. I pull my knees up close to my chest and lay my head down on them. I sigh stressfully. Today just sucked. I went down to breakfast to find out that my "buddy," Draco, left my a big arse hikkey on my neck.
Harry pointed it out as soon as I sat down. He pressed his pointer finger against it hard and said, "You've gotta hikkey." As soon as he did that, I grabbed my bagel and bolted out of the Great Hall. I went and hid out in the library the rest of the day.
I look at my watch. 11:54. I raise an eyebrow. Where's Malfoy? I look down the hall to see Ron walking around. I shoot up onto my feet. What in bloody hell is he doing?
"Ron?" I call down to him.
He looks up from his feet and smiles. I feel my heart swell. I love seeing him smile. He jogs down to me. "I've been looking for you." he says.
I fold my arms and smile. "Why would you want to see me?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Didn't see you at all today. I was getting worried."
I nod. "So, what's on your mind?" I ask.
He sighs as if he's been defeated. "Look, Harry told me." he says.
"About what?"
"Your hikkey."
I look away, blushing. Oh Merlin! I didn't want him to find out! So…what does he want me to say? 'Yeah, I went and fooled around with someone last night and the arsehole marked me, but really, I don't even like him like that?'
I begin to make a clicking sound with my mouth. There's this heavy feeling in the air and it's very unconvertible. I see out of the corner of my eye, Ron's hand coming towards me. I look up at him and take a step back.
"Can I at least see it?" he asks.
"Why are you caring all of a sudden!" I bark. "You've never liked me before! How come all of a sudden you've taken a liking to me now that I'm not on my knees waiting for you to come around?"
He shoves his hands into his pockets. "Well I'm just not…" he starts. His words begin to be mumbled and his face turns a bright red.
"RON! Speak up!"
"I'M JEALOUS!"
I stand there, very shocked. Jealous! Ron Weasley, the boy who plainly stated that didn't like me, is jealous! "How are you jealous?" I ask.
He looks away from me. "I don't even know. Ever since you kissed me that one night…" he says, trailing off again.
I look down at my watch. 12:12. I sigh. I guess Draco's going to start hanging out Parkinson at night. This feeling of dirtiness flows through my body. Especially down by my vagina. I begin to squirm.
"…open my eyes to see that I really truly care for you."
I look up. I didn't hear half of what Ron had to say, but that last part caught my attention. "What?" I ask, swallowing hard.
Ron grabs me and presses my body against his. He's looking down into my eyes, lustily. He gives me this soft smile. He tilts his head to the side and slowly brings his mouth closer to mine. Thoughts of Draco fill my brain and for some odd reason, I feel guilty. I know I shouldn't, but I do. Wait a tick! He's off probably shagging Parkinson's brains out and not even caring that he pretty much stood me up. Fuck him! I'm going with this.
I reach up and wrap my arms around Ron's neck. I close my eyes. I get onto my tippy toes and I close the gap in-between us. His lips are barley touching mine and his arms are loosely around my waist. It's as if he's afraid to kiss me too intensely. Were sixteen, pretty much adults, and he kisses me like he's a shy fourteen year old.
I mentally let out a stressful sigh. I press my lips harder against his and slide my tongue into his mouth. Then his arms tighten around me. Our tongues begin to fight for dominance. I can feel his hands creeping towards my arse and I break the kiss. I've just accepted the shitty fact that I'm just not sexually attracted to Ron. I can feel his erection on my stomach and that "dirty whore" feeling returns.
I press my forehead against his shoulder. "What's wrong, 'Mione?" Ron asks.
I shake my head. "Nothing." I mumble. Then something occurs to me. "Ron, how did you find me?"
"Ferret told me." he says.
I raise an eyebrow and pull back. "Malfoy?" I ask, curiously.
"How many boys do we call "Ferret" around here?"
"How did you know to ask him?" I ask.
He sighs. "He told me to come find you." he admits. "I thought it was some kind of set up or something."
Then I flash back to when we where outside last week. Draco said in return for helping him with Parkinson, he'd told me he'd help me with Ron. This feeling of regret fills me. This isn't fair! Now that I know that I was just lusting for Ron, I'm stuck with him.
I want Draco Malfoy.
I sigh in defeat. Maybe this is just how things are suppose to be. I look up at Ron, some part of me hoping that it's Malfoy just fucking with me and he'll transform from Ron to himself. I force a smile and kiss him softly. "Does this mean something?" I ask, hoping that he says no.
He kisses me again and he smiles. "I think so."
I look down at my watch. "Hey, it's getting late. Let's go back to the dormitories." I say.
Ron lets go of me and grabs my hand, locking it in mine. I feel a small part of my heart flutter. I know Draco would never do that. Merlin, I can be such a girl sometimes. "Ok." he says, simply and we walk down the hall.
I think I'm going to vomit.