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Chapter 3- Girl Talk and Awkward Talk

Harry woke up staring at the solid wood floor only 2 inches from his eyes, his nose sore from being squished against it for half of the night. Harry stood up confused. 'What happened last night? Why am I on the floor?' He turned around to see Ron staring at him with a smirk on his face, sitting on his bed.

"Good morning… mate." Ron sniggered.

"Wha—What happened?" Harry asked.

"Well… You had a nightmare. Again." Ron said truthfully.

"Again?"

"Well, yeah. I'm surprised your nose isn't broken. I'm surprised you didn't even wake up after falling out of your bed. Blimey, that 'thud' woke me up." Ron yawned. 'Maybe—hopefully, that fall did something to his head.'

"Oh." Harry rubbed his head and started towards the door.

"You dreaming about Sirius, Harry?"

"What?" Harry said, his voice a little higher.

"You were… shouting his name, you know, in your sleep."

"Oh." Moments passed and they said nothing, but stared at the floor.

"You… you ok, Harry?" Ron asked concerned.

"Yeah, Ron. I'm just great." Harry walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.

In the girls' dorm, Ginny woke up, staring at the ceiling. She smiled, thinking of Harry's deep green eyes looking so intensely at her, like he knew what she was thinking, last night in the common room. She still couldn't believe it had happened. 'If only I was sure that it actually meant something to him.'

"Hey Hermione!" Ginny called quietly. "You up?"

Hermione rolled over in her bed.

"No." She said.

Everything that happened the night before came flooding back into her mind. Malfoy kissing her furiously, keeping her pinned against the wall. Ron standing there watching, furious and sad at the same time. The two of them fighting afterwards. Lying in bed, reliving the one moment at the beginning of the year when things were so perfect—and so heated—between Ron and her. And then the same day when they fought and she and Harry made out almost reaching 'the point of no return' because of the pain they felt.

Crying herself to sleep, feeling she would never be free of all of this pain and longing, because there was no escaping her feelings for Ron and no getting him back.

Hermione rolled over on her side, facing away from Ginny who was watching her concerned. She felt sick to her stomach. 'How could being kissed by Malfoy bring back all of this… crap back?'

"Hermione?" Ginny asked, getting out of her bed and walking over to Hermione's. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, Gin. I'm alright."

"Where were you last night?" Ginny sat down on the foot of Hermione's bed. "I heard you coming in late."

"Oh, nowhere. Just out."

"Out? Out with who?" Ginny paused. "Out with… Ron?"

Hermione sat up in bed and hugged her knees. She looked long at Ginny, and then focused hard on a tree outside her window, feeling the tears would start falling any minute.

"No Ginny. Nothing happened between me and Ron, since… the time you saw us together." She paused. "That was the first time, the last time, and the only time, we've ever…" She buried her face in her knees.

"Oh Hermione… Why didn't you tell me? I'm… sorry." Ginny apologized. "What happened?"

'We fought, and then I made out with the guy you're in love with. Yeah, it was a mistake. And yeah, I didn't even enjoy it… It made me miserable and only want Ron more.' Hermione thought.

"Nothing. We just… we got into a fight… and it's… That day was just… too good to be true. It was so amazing, but now… I can't ever get that back." Hermione shrugged and shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Hermione… I'm sorry. You know Ron. He's just determined that nothing good could possibly happen to him… His whole life he was always over-shadowed by Fred and George and Percy and everyone else. And now his best friend is known by the whole Wizarding world. He just freaks when something good happens to him, because he thinks it'll have to be taken away and that will hurt. He'll push everything and everyone great away before he can enjoy it, because the longer he has it to enjoy it, the more it will hurt later on." Ginny sighed. "He loves you, Hermione. I know he does."

Tears rolled down Hermione cheeks and she quickly wiped them off. 'If he loves me, then… why does everything between us have to be taken away and have to hurt so much? Why does he have to be afraid of everything that he loves being taken away from him? Things will never work out.'

"Well…" she said. "I don't want to talk about it, Ginny."

"Ok." Ginny paused, pretending she didn't notice that Hermione was crying, because Hermione obviously hated it. "Well, where were you last night then, Hermione?"

"I went out walking in the corridors." Hermione said after a while.

"By yourself?" Ginny asked.

"At first, yeah. But then I ran into Malfoy."

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah. Ginny, Malfoy kissed me." Hermione told her.

"What?" Ginny exclaimed.

"He did. He… he pinned me against the wall and… he shoved his tongue in my mouth… and I tried fighting him and pushing him away, but… he was too strong. I couldn't."

"Why would Malfoy…? He hates you!"

"I have no idea. I mean, he's been with every girl in Slytherin, and some girls in Ravenclaw and even a few in Hufflepuff, but not one Gryffindor. And me? You know what he calls me."

"Yeah, I know. Well, what happened?"

"He kept groping me Ginny!" Hermione got up and started pacing the room anxiously. "He… he put his hand up my shirt." Tears started streaming down her face.

"Hermione, oh my god!" Ginny got up and stood next to her. "Are you ok?"

"It was disgusting! Ginny, to be used like that! I can't believe him, he's such a bastard!" Hermione shouted.

"No, he's a sick bastard!"

"Yeah, I mean, what kind of guy—what kind of pervert—would use a girl for… for sex?"

Ginny got quiet. 'Harry can't be like that… But was he just using me for sex? That's awful! Harry couldn't be like that.'

"No, Ginny. He didn't… rape me." Hermione said quietly, noticing Ginny looked worried.

"Oh!" Ginny snapped out of her reverie. "Well, how did you make him stop?"

Now Hermione got quiet. 'Ron. He saw us. The look on his face… There I go again, hurting him... But then he saved me from Malfoy.' Hermione blushed.

"Well, Ron walked in on it." She whispered.

"I see." Ginny said.

"He was furious, Ginny. And he was crushed." Hermione said, crying again. "Then Malfoy threatened him and—"

"What? What did he say?"

"No, it was nothing, just some pathetic comment about 'his father'. Then Ron just hexed him and he got off me." Hermione sighed. "It was a good hex. Malfoy laughing like crazy…" Hermione smiled, thinking of Ron yelling at Malfoy, extremely angry. He seemed so determined… And strong, like a guard dog, passionately and proudly defending his master. It was strangely sexy, the way Ron was so serious and tough and masculine, trying to protect and rescue her, like it was his calling in life.

And Ron felt that it was, though Hermione didn't know that.

"Um, Hermione?"

"Oh. Yeah?" Hermione answered quickly, with fierce, amused, and happy grin on her face that wouldn't go away and cheeks that were burning red.

Ginny laughed to herself.

"So what did you do yesterday?" Hermione asked after a while, a slightly curious tone in her voice.

"Um, nothing really…" Ginny said, looking away from Hermione.

"Ginny, you can tell me."

'Alright, I'll tell her, but I can't let her know that he could have been using me… just like Malfoy was." Ginny thought.

"Ok. I was with Harry." Ginny beamed.

"What?" Hermione asked, alarmed.

"In the common room, Harry and I… Well, we had sex." Ginny blurted out.

Hermione stood there, her mouth open in shock.

"Hermione?"

"Ginny… Wow."

"I know."

"Ginny… Are you… ok? I mean, that was your first time, right? And Harry, was he… good about it?" Hermione asked, not sure how to warn Ginny about how Harry was acting.

"Well, yeah, it was my first, but it was Harry." She said. "So I'm fine." Ginny lied.

"Ginny." Hermione started, trying to take this in. "You can't do this! Harry's been… really odd lately! He's—he's been all over other girls, even me, and he's just a little destructive!"

"Hermione!" Ginny yelled angrily. "You don't know what you're talking about! Harry wouldn't do… what Draco did! He wouldn't! You know he wouldn't! You're just jealous because you've never had sex yet!"

"I'm not jealous, Ginny! Maybe I haven't had sex yet… but I'm telling the truth about Harry—just be careful! You never—"

"Oh fine. You're just jealous, because I'm happy and am finally with Harry after all these years, but you're not happy! You're alone with nobody and you're in love with Ron, but you can't be with him!" Ginny screamed.

Hermione was silent. She sat down on her bed against the headboard and closed her eyes, feeling both like she was hit over the head with a broomstick and numb at the same time.

"Wow, Ginny. That's… a lot to swallow."

"Oh Hermione. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. I didn't know… I—Hermione, you're right. And I'm just afraid. I'm afraid to think Harry would be using me. I mean, I thought he wouldn't—" Ginny stuttered.

"He wouldn't Ginny. He wouldn't have done that… before Sirius died. He wouldn't have done it before he heard the prophecy. Before he realized most of our lives could end if he doesn't defeat Voldemort." Hermione said quietly.

"I know. I'm so sorry Hermione." Ginny sat down next to her on the bed.

"Yeah. Harry just needs to get over Sirius. He's still being tortured by his death and he doesn't know how to let go!" Hermione explained.

"But how could he get over him? And how will he… how will he still like me if he does get over Sirius?"

"You. You could help him get over Sirius. I don't know how, just talk with him."

"Ok. And Hermione?" Ginny said, getting up from the bed.

"Yeah?" Hermione asked getting up and getting dressed and ready to go for breakfast.

"Don't tell Ron."

"What?"

"Don't tell Ron about Harry and me. He'll be furious. He would just hate it. So promise you won't?" Ginny asked.

Hermione thought from a moment.

"Well, what if he asks me about it?"

"Just don't tell him. Tell him you don't know about us. Please. He's too over-protective of me. I don't want him worrying about me when I can take care of myself."

"Alright I won't. But I hope you would tell him. At least when you feel better about Harry and Harry and Ron are on better terms tell him. He deserves to know. He really cares about you." Hermione said sadly.

"Thanks for not telling him, Hermione." Ginny paused, "You know, Ron really cares about you too."

"Yeah, well…"

"Hermione, you and Ron… I think you two are just meant for each other." Ginny admitted.

"What?" Hermione asked, smoothing out her hair and brushing it.

"You are. I know it. So don't worry about it, ok?"

"That's a little easier said then done, Gin. I—I can't stop thinking about him. I love him." Hermione sighed.

"I know you do." Ginny smiled and her and Hermione went down to the common room.

"Ginny, hey!" Harry greeted her from the couch.

"Oh, hi Harry." Ginny said, glancing at Hermione nervously.

"I'm going to go down to breakfast now, so I'll see you two later." Hermione hurried out through the portrait to leave them alone.

"Well, if it isn't my little sister and my best friend?" Ron said sleepily, coming down the stairs from their dorm.

Ginny and Harry looked around nervously.

"What have you too been up to, lately?" Ron asked, looking suspiciously at them.

A/N: Well, there it is! Sorry, if some of it was a little fluff, things needed to be sorted out! It'll be better. PLEASE REVIEW!