Here's the third chapter.
I already mentioned it, but don't have a fit at me because the characters don't look exactly how they look in the film or are described in the books. I have had to change some of their appearances because it fits the story better that way. :)
The next morning, Hermione got dressed in a daze, making sure her tie was perfect, her skirt was ironed well and her shirt uncrumpled. She made her hair look somewhat less bushy than usual, and put on a light dusting of eyeshadow today.
"It's got nothing to do with Draco, I just want to look nice." she lied to herself. She stepped outside the dorm and saw Harry and Ron waiting for her, as always. She gave them each a big hug and they walked down to the Grand Hall together.
When Draco woke up, he had almost forgotten the night before. He crawled out of bed, put on his uniform and waited for Pansy to come and attack him. Sure enough, within minutes she was in his arms, kissing him. It was during this kiss that the night before came flooding back to him, and suddenly their kiss (which he usually enjoyed very much) didn't seem all that appealing. He noticed that she mainly dominated, and she bit his lips a lot, which really hurt. Noticing he'd stopped kissing her, Pansy pouted and bit his neck.
"Ow." Draco said, putting a hand to his neck.
"Oh, Draccy. You're so crabby this morning." Pansy moaned. Draco smiled at her, took her hand and they walked to the Grand Hall together.
When they got in, almost all the other students were digging into their meals.
Hermione was telling the boys a particuarily interesting story, so she didn't see Draco and Pansy walking towards them. Draco didn't see Hermione either, until they bumped into each other.
"Ow." Hermione said, putting a hand to her forehead.
"Stupid Mudblood." Pansy spat, taking a seat at the table. She patted the seat next to her for Draco. He looked at the Slytherins, and then the Griffyndoors, then at Harry and Ron, and finally into Hermione's big, magic eyes.
"Draco..." she whispered.
"Watch where you're going, mudblood." he spat at her, sitting next to Pansy. Hermione's eyes filled with tears, and she ran out of the Hall. Draco's heart broke to see her leave, and he knew he'd have to make it up to her later. Ron's face was positively red, and he walked over and grabbed Draco by the collar.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" He fumed. Draco stayed calm.
"Elaborate?" he challenged.
"IT WAS OBVIOUSLY AN ACCIDENT. GOD, DRACO." Ron continued. Draco laughed dismissively.
"Oh, Ronald. Just because you're in love with Granger, doesn't mean she loves you back." Draco teased, half-hoping that he was correct. Ron's eyes widened.
"SO WHAT? SO WHAT IF I DO LOVE HER?" he spat, then lowered his voice. "That's why I'm trying to protect her from scum like you. All you do is hurt people, Malfoy, so you're left with other scum, and then what? Have scummy babies. You're a piece of crap, Malfoy." he said, before rushing out of the Hall, calling Hermione's name. Harry was embaressed by his friend's lack of good insults, and followed quietly behind him. Deep inside, Draco was hurting. It felt like he had indegestion, but he hadn't eaten yet.
"What's wrong baby?" Pansy whined in his ear.
"Nothing. Just feel sick." he answered. She nodded and carried on eating.
Hermione lay down on her bed sobbing. She was angry. She wasn't angry at Draco, he hadn't done anything wrong (other than calling her a mudblood, of course.) The truth was, she was angry at herself. She had let herself believe that after one night, Draco would want her, because that's what happened to her. No, it was probably a moment of weakness on his part, or maybe she'd imagined it. She just didn't know, but her chest ached. She heard a sharp knock.
"Come in." she sniffed. Ron entered the room, and, upon seeing her crying, rushed over to her and hugged her. She knew that by leaning on him or hugging him back, she'd give him the wrong message, but she needed a friend. She leaned delicately on his chest, and felt his heart racing. She felt terrible, but didn't move. She felt his hand slowly stroking her hair, and it felt good, so she didn't move. Eventually, she sat up and smiled at him. He smiled back, and then leaned in, his smile fading.
"No! Ron! No!" She screamed in her head, but it was too late. His lips were on hers, kissing her. She didn't kiss back, just sat there. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her, more violently and passionately now. Hermione couldn't lie, it was amazing, so she kissed him back, her hands laying limply on his chest. She felt his heart race so fast, she was surprised she couldn't hear it. She pulled away and looked at him.
"Ron..." she said, eyes welling up again.
"Shh, baby." he muttered, pulling her close to him again. This sucked, she felt like a horrible person. Ron leaned down and kissed her again. This one was soft and comforting, and reminded her of Draco. At the thought of him, her heart beat quickly, and she found herself getting deeper into the kiss. Ron responded well, and kissed her back, still soft, but now more desperate.
"Hermione..." he whispered into her lips. She didn't want to open her mouth to speak, for fear that Draco's name would slip out.
After breakfast, the Slytherins and Griffyndoors had a free period.
"Oh, how convinient." Draco thought to himself. He walked confidently to the door, and heard rustling inside.
"She's in there Draco." He thought. He cleared his throat.
"Hey, Hermione." he said quietly, before shaking his head.
"Look, Hermione..." he said. Nope.
"I'm sorry about earlier, Hermione." He half-smiled. That would do. He didn't bother knocking, and just walked in the door, but then wished he hadn't. He saw Hermione making out VERY passionately with Ron Weasley. He gasped silently, his heart raced and his legs turned to jelly. He wanted to run, he wanted to close his eyes, but he was stuck. The couple seemed unaware of his existance, as Ron continued to pull her forward and Hermione continued to kiss him. Slowly, Ron started undoing her buttons. Draco slid to the floor, making almost no noise. Hermione pulled his hands away, but he went back.
"Ron...no..." she mumbled.
He pushed her down and held her hands up.
"Hermione, yes." he said.
"No. Ron, stop. Ron, no. RON. STOP." She cried, tears running down her face.
"Shut up, Hermione. It's my turn." he sneered, continuing to undress her. Draco finally got the movement back in his body.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Ron. He turned into a statue and fell off the bed onto the floor.
"Draco!" Hermione cried, tears falling freely down her face.
"Hermione." he said quietly, crossing the room and sitting next to her on the bed. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered.
"It doesn't matter." she told him, hugging him close. He looked down and noticed that her top was half undone, and there were bleeding scratches on her chest.
"Granger, I should go get Madam Pomfrey..." he suggested. Hermione clung to him, fear in her eyes.
"No, don't leave me..." she sobbed. His eyes softened and he held her close to him.
"Don't worry Granger. I'm here." he assured her, resting his cheek on her head.