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Chapter Six
Hermione and Harry got even closer and more intimate over the proceeding week. They spent about sixty percent of their time outside of classes snogging, and the other forty percent talking. The couple figured that if they snogged every time they were together, they would annoy their friends. Thankfully, everyone was really happy about their relationship, and even Ginny and Ron didn't mind the kissing. Much.
"You guys, you know I don't mind you going out, but I'm trying to study here. Could you please get a room?"
Harry and Hermione briefly came up for air at Ron's suggestion, Harry smiling and Hermione blushing. They were in the Gryffindor common room on Friday night, seated in front of the fireplace. Ron was at one of the tables, attempting his Potions homework, while Hermione and Harry snuggled on one of the armchairs. The common room wasn't that filled.
"We're sorry, Ron," Hermione said, sitting properly on Harry's lap (or, as best as she could, given the size of the armchair).
"If we are bothering you that much, mate, we can leave," Harry said. "I mean, isn't the Head common room empty?" It was obvious Harry just wanted to be alone with Hermione.
Ron was very observant of his friend's feelings, and loved to make him squirm. "It's okay, mate," Ron said, smirking. "You don't have to leave. With Hermione here, I have someone to help me with this stuff."
"But we are very distracting, Ron," Harry said, glaring at his friend. "Wouldn't it be much easier if we left?"
Ron's smirk widened. "Fine, you're right, please, go, your affection is disgusting to me."
"If you're sure--" Hermione began.
"Later, Ron!" Harry cried, pulling Hermione behind him.
The couple walked down the hall, practically tripping over each other, attempting to kiss, yet not alert anyone of their activities. The resulting act was a mix between a drunken stupor and some form of a jellied-leg spell. The two received several odd glances, but thankfully it was relatively late, so not many people were out.
Finally, they made it to the portrait of Allegra. While Hermione gave the mermaid the password, Harry stood behind his girlfriend and kissed along her neckline. Allegra was blushing openly, but seemed to be enjoying Hermione's discomfort.
"Harry, stop!" Hermione scolded her boyfriend, then turned to Allegra. "Is Malfoy still in the room?"
"No, he left about ten minutes ago with that adorable Zabini," Allegra said. "I think they were headed to the Slytherin common room. Or to terrorize some first years, I wasn't paying much attention."
Hermione smiled. She gave Allegra the password, then led Harry into the room. He already had his hand halfway up her shirt, and was kissing all areas of her face, except her lips, which was more Hermione's fault than his own.
"Okay, Harry, stop," Hermione said, putting some space between herself and her boyfriend. "Now, I will happily make out with you, as it is extremely enjoyable, but we are not taking it any farther than kissing. Understood?"
Harry nodded, looking a little sheepish. Hermione smiled, and made the space between the two nonexistent by smashing her lips against his. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, and the two tumbled over to the couch, where Hermione promptly fell on top of Harry. Giggling, Hermione noticed that Harry did not mind her clumsiness as he sucked lightly on her neck. Harry was sure that he would leave a mark, but this only intensified his action. He liked the idea of Hogwarts knowing that Hermione was his.
Forcing Harry's head back up, Hermione slipped her tongue into his mouth, and smirked as Harry moaned. Obviously, he was enjoying this. Hermione wasn't sure if he would be able to handle only kissing for much longer, but Harry's tongue touching hers distracted the girl.
They continued snogging for the next few minutes, making occasional noises that were extremely erotic and a tad embarrassing. Hermione hoped that Allegra would not be able to hear or see the two, but the mermaid's comment earlier about knowing Draco and Blaise's plans made Hermione think that Allegra knew exactly what was going on. Thankfully, Allegra wasn't interrupting them. At times, Hermione did feel that ignorance was bliss.
Outside the common room, Draco was standing before Allegra, his hands on his hips, looking exasperated. The mermaid would not let the Head Boy into the room, because of the events going on, and was trying to not raise suspicion. It wasn't really working.
"Tell me again why I am not allowed in the room," Draco said, getting impatient.
"It's not that you can't go in," Allegra said, thinking on her toes (or fin), "it's just that, don't you want to stay out a little later? I mean, aren't you know for, like, partying all night, or something?"
"You must have me confused with my celebrity twin brother," Draco said. "Besides, Granger and I have to patrol the halls. Isn't she in there?"
"No," Allegra said, seizing an opportunity that Draco brought up. "She's waiting for you in the library. Wanted me to tell you, so you wouldn't take forever, or anything."
"Well, I need to change my clothes," Draco said. "I've been in these all day, and I'm starting to smell."
"Actually, I think you look extremely hot in that school boy outfit. Kind of like a twist on the school girl look."
Draco stared at Allegra for a few seconds, incredulous. Shaking his head, he said, "Whatever, I need to change." Whipping out his wand, he pointed it at the portrait, and, mumbling a spell under his breath, opened the portrait, despite Allegra's protests.
The couch that Hermione and Harry were making out on was not facing the door, so Draco didn't see the two making out at first. Instead, he muttered about, "idiotic, air headed mermaids," as he made his way across the common room, and nearly jumped a foot in the air at a loud thump coming from the couch.
Hermione, who, at the time that Draco had entered the common room, had been on the bottom, and had heard Draco's voice. Instinctively doing what any person would do in that situation, she pushed Harry of off her, then winced as he landed roughly and loudly on the floor.
"What the hell?!" Draco cried, pulling out his wand. When he realized it was Hermione on the couch, as she had sat up, he assumed that Harry was on the floor (or one of her other boy toys, Draco wasn't exactly kept in the loop about who Hermione snogged with), he nearly broke down in laughter. Deciding it would be better to torture the two instead of let them see how he truly felt, he regained his composure, and tried to keep the smile off his face.
"What do we have going on here?" Draco asked, putting his wand away. "How would McGonagall feel if she knew you were abusing your powers?"
Hermione glared at Draco while Harry attempted to right himself. "There is no rule that says I can't make out with my boyfriend before curfew. Besides, McGonagall likes Harry. She probably wouldn't care."
"Hermione," Harry said from behind his girlfriend. "I probably should go. It's getting late."
"Aw, little Potter doesn't want to break curfew," Draco said, smirking. "Even for his girlfriend."
"Please die, Malfoy," Hermione said, then turned back to Harry. "I guess you should leave. You don't need me to, like, walk you back, or anything, right?"
"No," Harry said, breaking out into a smile. He gave her a soft kiss, gave Draco a hard nudge with his shoulder, then left the two Heads in the room alone.
"Well, now that he is gone," Draco said, moving closer to Hermione, and reaching out with his arms, "we can be alone."
Hermione smiled. "Even though you are an ass-face, you're kinda funny." Walking over to her bedroom, she called over her shoulder, "I need to change real fast, then we can patrol. I'm going to assume you want to change, too, as that outfit makes you look kind of constipated." After Hermione's door shut, Draco's smirk turned to a real smile. Even though Hermione had a great ass, she was kinda funny.
A couple hours later, after patrolling, Hermione and Draco were seated far apart in the common room, doing homework. Hermione had changed into pajama shorts and a matching tank top. Draco had done the same, although his shorts were more boxers, and he was wearing a t-shirt. Hermione noted that, although Draco's face had gotten some color from Quidditch over the summer, his legs were extremely pale, and his knees rather knobby.
The room was silent, save for the crackling of the fireplace and the scratching of quills on parchment. After several minutes of quiet, Hermione's small ow broke the silence. Looking up, she saw that a small piece of parchment shaped like a bird had smacked her in the head, and was now crumbled on the table. She looked over at Draco, but he was giving a lot of attention to his homework. Rolling her eyes, but smirking, Hermione realized that Draco was trying to bring up their note-passing from Potions several days before.
Picking up where we left off, just because I'm a jerk, you wouldn't sleep with me? Don't you find me at all attractive?
Hermione smirked and picked up her quill. I may find you attractive, but the female species is much different than male species. We don't want to sleep with every attractive guy we meet. Normally, we get to know them first.
Not sure how Draco charmed the piece of paper, she simply threw it to the boy. It smacked him on the head and fell to the table. Draco smirked and responded. Using his wand, he sent the letter back.
So you find me attractive? And just because I think someone is hot, doesn't mean I would want to sleep with them. I mean, I think you're hot, but I don't want to sleep with you. Oh, and the spell to make the paper fly is Peepafloo. Don't ask, I just recently learned it myself.
Hermione smiled and responded. Of course I find you attractive, you know you are attractive. The only reason you don't want to sleep with me is because you knew me when I was…homely. Had I always been hot, the only thing on your mind would be sex. She sent the paper back, and was surprised to see the spell worked.
Assuming you are hot is extremely arrogant. Also, how do you know I don't only think about sex around you? Maybe, right now, I'm thinking about ravishing you tonight, at least in my dreams.
Oh, shut up, Malfoy. We both know you are not thinking that. And even if you are, it simply means you're straight. I haven't met a guy in the past month who didn't stare at my chest the entire time we were talking.
I don't stare at your chest, do I?
Only because you've trained yourself to look up.
This conversation went on for another hour, getting stupider and…ahem, dirtier, as the night wore on. Finally, Hermione ended their little tête-à-tête, and called it a night. Neither had gotten much sleep, but they had kept themselves entertained.