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Warning- I will now add SPOILERS to this story. Don't like it, too bad.

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Night 16 & 17

I run down the hall, trying to get away from Ron. I think I liked him better when he was seeing Lavender. I go to my spot and plop down. I sigh stressfully. Why am I agreeing to stay with him?

I see Draco and Parkinson walking down the hall. She's clinging to him like a leech. I feel my heart fall to my stomach. I feel tears sting my eyes.

Malfoy smiles and sighs in bliss. He leans down and kisses her. My mouth drops a bit and I fight back a sob.

He holds her around the waist and he barley has to bend down to kiss her. I stand up and walk towards Gryfindor tower when I hear Parkinson say, "Ew! This hallway is infested with Mudbloods."

I look back at the couple with anger on my face. "Watch your mouth, Parkinson. I'll get you back into detention." I snap. I look up at Malfoy, hoping he doesn't see the pain in my eyes. "Go shag in some classroom or something."

I storm down the hall, hoping my sobs weren't that obvious.

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Ron holds my hand, leading me down the hallway quickly. I've been bumming out since I saw Draco last night with Parkinson. She's that much of a slut to actually go out with someone right after finding out she was broke up with her boyfriend.

He pushes me against a wall and presses his body against mine. It reminds me of what Draco would do to me and I feel chills go up my body. Ron smirks at me and runs his hands up and down my sides.

"It looks like you need a pick me up." he says.

I shrug, looking away from him. "I need something." I say, plainly. I need Malfoy.

He smirks and tilts his head to the side. He leans down at presses his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and go with the kiss. I've learned to pretend to be into the kiss perfectly. I hate kissing Ron. I'm just not feeling anything from him. Nothing whatsoever.

I hear footsteps coming down the hall and I open my eyes. I look around to see Draco coming down. He's alone too.

I smirk against Ron's lips. I press myself against his body and begin to get into the kiss. I feel Ron's erection against me. I reach down and begin to rub him.

He groans into my ear and I feel like I'm going to vomit.

"Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. How lovely to see you two out and about."

I break away from Ron and face Malfoy. I smile. "Oh hi Malfoy. How the hell are you?" I sneer.

Ron glares at Draco. "Sod off, Malfoy. Don't you see where busy?" he growls.

"I see that." he says, darkly. "Weasel, I'm going to let you off easy. Get out of here before I call for McGonagall."

"What about Hermione?"

I look up at him, still smirking evilly. I can tell he's angry beyond reason. He looks over at Ron. "I've got a plan for her. If you don't get out of here, I'll do the same to you too."

Ron looks at me. He leans down and whispers, "I'll kill him if he hurts you." He stands up straight and to my surprise, he actually walked away.

As soon as the footsteps where gone, I turn back to Draco. "What are you going to do to me?" I ask.

Malfoy pushes me against the wall and pins me there. Memories of Saturday flow back into my mind and I feel chills all over my body. "What's going on in-between you and Weasel?" he asks.

I shrug. "What's with you and Parkinson?" I ask.

"I asked you first."

I look up at him and smirk evilly. "He's my boyfriend, I guess." I say. "You answer my question."

"Same thing."

I look into his blue eyes. Their dark like when he's aroused. It's so sexy. "So I guess where even." I say.

He shakes his head. "No, were not. Your using Weasel, aren't you?" he asks.

I look up at him, trying to hide my truth with disgust. "How could you say that! I am not using Ron. I like him a lot." I lie.

"Your lying!" he barks, his blond hair falling into his face. "I saw what happened. You weren't even into the kiss until you saw me. Then all of a sudden; your on him like you're a dog in heat."

I feel anger fill my body. "WHY DO YOU CARE!" I yell, trying to push him away.

His hand quickly covers my mouth. "Hush! Filch will hear you!" he hisses.

I pull his hand away. "Why do you care if I use Ron? It's none of your business who the fuck I date or use." I growl.

He's silent. He backs away from me. "It's not so much the using Weasel than…" he trails off. He looks away from me and begins to walk away. "I'll see you around."

My anger fades. "Wait come back!" I yell and I run up to him. "What where you mumbling?"

He sighs. "Just sod off, Hermione." he says and sulks off.

I call his name but he won't turn around. I stop after awhile. I sigh stressfully. Merlin, I wish I could figure that boy out.