Yeah, so I'm going to make chapters longer from this point on, but I felt so horrible for not posting,
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"Stupid passageway." Ron muttered, following Harry down and out through the damp corridor. He was tall, and he continued to bump his head against some of the sharper jutted rocks, making Ginny giggle behind him, and Hermione smile with amusement.
"Oh stop complaining, we're almost there." Harry said with a chuckle, pressing his hands up against the roof, and sliding the tile over so that they could get out.
He peeked his head out, and then climbed out. Ron was next, who helped Ginny scramble out.
"Here, let me help you." He murmured, reaching for Hermione's hand.
"I can do it." The brunette said, somewhat snappishly as she climbed out and brushed the dust off her clothes.
Ron frowned slightly, before sliding the tile back into place. Well, he supposed he deserved this after he hadn't shown much interest in his friend, which was a lie, but at the moment what he needed was a quick shag here and there,
and of course, Hermione wasn't that type of person. His eyes wandered her cheerful face as she talked to Ginny and Harry, and wondered how he could have done what he did.
Lavender didn't deserve anything really, she was just there to please his needs. He realized now that he was sure that he loved Hermione, but how could he tell her? She was obviously still sort of angry at him.
"Why so glum, Ronnie-kins?" Ginny asked, nudging her brother in the ribs.
"What're you talking about, I'm not glum." He said, nudging Ginny back, but more softly. He didn't want Harry to start complaining. Damn, his best friend was overprotective, but if you thought about it, it was rather cute.
"Lets do some browsing around first, and then before we go grab a drink." Hermione called out from a few feet in front of them, the snow catching on her longish lashes and flaking her chocolatey hair. She looked very beautiful, Ron noted, mentally slapping himself.
"Alright." Ginny said, linking her arm through her brother's and running to walk alongside her boyfriend and Hermione.
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"I really should be more careful to keep Pansy away fro me." Draco muttered angrily, munching on a snack he'd gotten from the house elves as he worked on a rather tough assignment for Transfiguration.
His gray eyes flashed as an owl crashed against the window. "What the fuck?"
Quickly, he dragged his feet towards the close window, and grabbed the owl as it started to topple over, and down to some rather thorny bushes way, way below.
"Hey there, what d'you have there?" He asked gently, untying a package from the poor owl's leg. It was for Hermione. He frowned again as he remember the previous night when she had walked in on what she probably thought was mad, hot sex, but was really Pansy throwing herself at Draco.
"Well I should put this in her room." He mumbled, cradling the owl in his muscled arms, and then opening the door to place the package on her unmade bed.
What happened he couldn't recall, just that the owl in his arms gave a screech and flew to Hermione's bed, and that suddenly there was a pink notebook open to the most recent page lying in front of his face, which was on the floor.
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September 06.
I cannot believe I could be so stupid as to believe that perhaps something could happen between myself and that stupid ferretface!
Hermione's quill hovered over the page, and then she frowned as she glared at the page. Several splotches appeared as her hand shook in her silent rage. Then with a low snarl, she began to write again, furiously.
That stupid undeserving pervert shouldn't deserve to be alive, he is ruining my life. (insert scribbles here)
I just caught him in the act of a severe and punishable thing with that pugfaced Pansy! What in the world does he see in her? Even if Merlin himself cast a spell on her to try to fix her face, she'd still be hideous!
Well, I feel pathetic. Of course silly old me has no chance with sex god Draco Malfoy.
He's beautiful, and all girls want him, and hell, all girls have had him for a night.
I'm probably the only virgin girl here. Minus Ginny, but she could have anyone she wants.
Hermione felt her chin quiver, and her eyes stung suddenly as she felt alone and repulsive.
Am I so disgusting that not even a manslut like damned Draco MALFOY would want me for just an hour or so?
I don't care.
And that was that. With a light sob Hermione slammed her diary shut, and tossed it under her bed.
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"Hermione..." Draco whispered, closing the diary, and shoving it under her bed. Then he began to laugh, sitting up and clutching his stomach as he laughed.
"How could you be so stupid?" He smiled, shaking his head. "You have got to be the silliest girl alive to not realize how beautiful you are."
A sigh, and then another minute of laughter and then he left her room in a better mood than he had been in for the past few hours.
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"Four butterbeers please!" Ginny said with a smile, placing the money on the counter.
"Of course." Madame Rosmerta said, bustling around to find four of the order.
"Here you go, dear." She said, handing each one of them their butterbeer.
"Thanks." They mumbled, moving to sit at a table far from the door, and off in the corner just in case anyone spotted the four who managed to sneak out of Hogwarts.
"So..." Harry began, eyeing Hermione and Ron, who were both rather tense sitting besides one another. "This is nice, isn't it?"
The brunette began to relax, smiling slightly at the worry etched on Harry's face. "Yeah, yeah it is."
"Mhm." Ron gurgled, slurping his butterbeer.
"Nothing like ditching school to cool off." The four jumped at the intrusion, causing Fred and George Weasley to laugh.
"Aren't you two supposed to be at work?" Ron snapped, the color returning to his face as he realized it was just his brothers who had caught them.
"We were." Said George.
"What d'you mean were?" Hermioned asked, looking at Ginny and then back at the twins.
A smile from Fred.
"Did mum send you to check on us?" Ginny asked, frowning.
Another smile, this time from George.
"Stupid clock." Ron muttered.
"I suppose we better head back to school then." Hermione sighed, nodding at the twins and standing up.
"Yeah." Agreed Harry, standing as well. "See ya."
The four walked out of the store, not noticing the twins shaking with laughter. "Poor gits, don't even know how to cast a simple charm."
The four trudged through the snow, frowns set on each of their faces, and once again there was a tension between Ron and Hermione.
Another few minutes of silence as they descended into the passageway, and finally Ginny lost it. She twirled around and jabbed a finger at Ron's chest, making him wince slightly. "Ron Weasley! You will apologize to Hermione for being such a whiny, cheating, little piece of shit! I see how you're looking at her, and I see that you regret what you did! And if it's just gonna be like this, well!"
She threw her hands up in the air, irritated. "Well!"
Ron stared at Ginny, blinking rapidly in shock. A pause, then, "You're crazy."
A shriek, and the petite Weaslette began poudning her fists against her brother's chest.
"Ginny! Ginny stop!" Harry yelped, eyes wide. He reached for her arms, and yanked his girlfriend to his chest where she squirmed until she could no longer, and then began to glare at her brother, panting.
Hermione meanwhile was standing behind the couple, staring in amusement at the goings on. It was nice that her friend cared, but really, this was unnecessary. She didn't like anyone, especially not Ron, so there was no trouble. Or so she tried telling herself. The entire time at Hogsmeade her mind had been back in the castle, more particularly, on a blonde Slytherin male.
"Fuck you." Ginny murmured, frowning as she turned away from her brother and stomped up through the narrow stairs and out into the castle.
"What's her problem?" Ron said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I think you know." Harry said, glaring slightly at his friend, and then turning quickly to glance at Hermione, who had remained quiet during the whole scene. "You should talk to her." He said more urgently, and quietly so that their brunette friend wouldn't hear.
Ron heaved a sigh, suddenly losing his cool, turned to face Hermione. "Erm.."
"Yes, Ron?" She said with a bit of a sigh in her voice.
"I'd like to, y'know, apologize." He mumbled, looking sheepish.
"There's nothing to apologize for, Ronald."
"Ye-yeah there is, at the dance, I was a jerk, my mind was lost, I had, well, I'm only a teenage guy, 'Mione, and you see."
"I understand." With that, she seemed to dismiss him, and she sighed again, swaying up the stairs in a way that not even the girls from Beauxbatons could compete with.
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The portrait creaked open, and with a timid edge to her voice, Hermione called out a tiny hello. No response, and a frown appeared on her beautiful face.
"I guess he's not here." She murmured to herself.
"Yes he is." Said a husky voice in her ear, and a pair of arms wrapped around her petite figure, holding her close and gently.
She relaxed into his arms, a smile on her face. "Hey there Draco.."
"Hey there to you too, 'Mione.." He murmured, kissing the side of her face gently and nibbling on her earlobe, making her giggle.
She turned so that they could be face to chest, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He grinned, placing his hands on her waist.
And she kissed him, oh so sweetly, oh so passionately. He groaned with a burst of lust, and kissed back more forcefully, needily. Their mouths open, and their tongues clashed in a quick battle of who owns who. Bodies pressed together, he peeked an eye open, and maneuvered them both to the couch.
She collapsed onto it, and he collapsed onto her, carefully so as not to squish her under him, and then their mouths met again, and another fiery battle began. Then he pulled away to gasp for air, and his eyes filled with sorrow and he began to mumble his apologies. "Hermione, oh silly 'Mione, you're so beautiful, you know what you saw last night? That didn't happen on my part. She was coming on to me, I didn't want to, I--"
"Oh shut up and KISS me!" She breathed, pulling his face to hers, and kissing him needily yet again.
All worries were lost as they quickly fumbled with the buttons of their pants, or in Hermione's case, skirt, and as they tore off their shirts so all they were left with was their undergarments.
Eyes roved the other's body, and both were filled with a sudden rush of teenage emotions.
Draco, who had fucked many girls before, was sudden struck by the preciousness of this one girl, so innocent. She was so different than any girl he had met and screwed before. She was untouched, she was sweet, she was suddenly his. An anger built inside of him quickly and then evaporated. She had to be his girl, his and only his, from this moment that he took her virginity, to the day of their deaths. He wanted her to be his, to be Mrs. Hermione Malfoy.
And Hermione, who had never done such a thing before in her life, who was suddenly feeling rather shy and not really powerful. She wasn't good looking, or so she thought, and here before her was the meaning of beauty, a God-like man who wanted to have her, Hermione Granger! She let out a timid giggle, hand darting to cover her mouth, and her cheeks reddened.
Draco grinned, and then tucked his thumbs on the corners of his boxer-briefs, and then slid them down, stepping out of his undergarments, and feeling suddenly free. Another grin escaped him as Hermione's eyes immediately darted to his length, and another flash of pink appeared on her cheeks. "Like what you see?" He murmured, voice deep with lust.
She smiled in return, unfastening her bra and letting it drop to the floor, and then reaching to tug down her own panties.
A soft groan came from deep in Draco's throat as he watched her move. Another groan escaped him as she nudged him while she settled herself on his lap.
"Draco, Draco?" The way she said his name... but it sounded so distant. How odd, she was right on him, wasn't she?
He opened his eyes, exhaustion sweeping through him, and suddenly he realized it had been yet another damned dream.
"Finally, you're awake!"
He closed his eyes tight, and then opened them, suddenly feeling his face grow warm as his eyes settled on her face. "'Mione.."
"Yes, that is my name," She said, looking at him in a curious way. "Are you alright?"
"Ah, hm." A pause. "Yeah, yeah."
Slowly he sat up, looking questioningly at the girl who was now babbling on about something his tired mind could not comprehend.
She suddenly quieted, looking at Draco expectantly, and then tears started sliding down her cheeks and she threw herself onto her friend.
"H-Hermione?!" Draco yelped, alarmed, but very pleased, at the girl who had thrown herself into his arms. And boy, it felt as though she had been made to fit right into his arms. He pulled her gently so she could cry more comfortably, sitting on his lap, arms around his neck, and face buried in his neck.
"Shh shh." He whispered, stroking her back and letting her sob against him. A thousand thoughts were swirling through his mind, and none of them perverted. A small smile was glued on his face as he held the girl he was slowly falling in love with without realizing.
Slowly, her sobs subdued into a sniff here and there, and without thinking, he pressed his lips gently to her forehead before wiping her tears with a thumb, smiling at her as she looked at him with trust in her eyes, and a ghost of a smile on her face. "Thankyou." She whispered, snuggling back into his chest, and she suddenly felt very safe with this boy who had once tormented her.
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With a groan, Draco slowly began to wake. Sunlight was pouring in, which was unusual since he usually kept the curtains drawn in his room.. He shifted slightly, suddenly feeling as though he had too many blankets or something. Slowly he began to regain his senses, and with a shake of his head he looked around, trying to register what was going on, and then he realized who was in his lap, and he began to remember what had happened.
"Oh." He said, blushing slightly and trying now very hard not to move or make sounds. He calmed his breathing to small intakes so as not to wake Hermione up.
What seemed like hours was really minutes, and Hermione started to wake up with contented sighs and much stretching.
He stilled as much more as he could if that was even possible anymore as Hermione shifted, and sat up, looking around confusedly.
"Where'm I?" She mumbled, eyes half shut. She scooted off of Draco, staring at him with her eyebrows raised, and then her eyes widened. "Draco?"
He nodded, too nervous to speak.
"Did I-- did I fall asleep on you?"
Another nod.
"Oh I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, sitting up straight and staring at him with apologetic eyes.
"I-it's alright, 'Mione, really." He managed to mumble, feeling very self-conscious.
She was about to say something else, what exactly, he didn't know, because at that moment the red-headed annoyance barged in.
"'Mione, I'd like to have a word if--- what in the hell?" Ron exclaimed, staring in shock at the two on the couch, thoughts swirling through his head as his eyes captured Hermione's tousled hair, and Draco's slightly pink-tinged cheeks, both of their clothes wrinkled and disheveled.
"Well, I see now why you were avoiding me, you bloody.. TART!" Ron said, ears turning red as he glared at the two who in return stared blankly at him.
The word processed slowly through both their minds and they turned to eachother, confusion in both their widened eyes.
Hermione turned to Ron, smiling now. "You think me and.. and Draco?"
Draco smirked, fixing his shirt, trying not to seem hurt by the laughter in Hermione's voice. Was she amused because he couldn't have her? Or because of the situation? Or did she really feel something, but was acting as though she didn't feel anything?
"You two have been pretty chummy as of late." Ron spluttered, his face evolving from pink to red rather quickly.
"Well of course, he's the only boy with brains that I know, Ronald!"
Ron glared, and took a step back. "Say what you want, 'Mione, but I believe what my eyes are telling me."
He shot a nasty look at Draco, before turning on his heel and marching out, muttering things angrily under his breath.
"So." Draco said with a chuckle, sweeping his hand through his hair, standing up.
"So!" Hermione repeated, laughing and standing as well.
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Alright, not too much longer than usual, but I've waited long enough.
Here you guys go.
Sorry sorry sorry!
I dunno when I'll be able to update next, quite honestly.
I'm flooded with homework
Tests are coming up soon.
Who knows, but I hope I can update soon