Chapter Six
Deep in thought, Draco paced from one end of the Slytherin common room to the other running his pale slender fingers through his platinum locks. Gah, what were you thinking? Where did that even come from? He thought. He was interrupted however by the Slytherin portrait slamming shut and an angry looking Blaise walked up to him, staring daggers.
"Would you care to explain what the fuck happened back there? Pansy's–"
"Oh for fuck's sake Blaise! Who gives a shit about Pansy? She's a selfish whore! What about Hermione Granger? You think she doesn't feel violated, humiliated? Do you think she doesn't want to be swallowed up by the earth right now? Pansy had no right to do that to her!" Draco spat
He icily looked at Blaise, whose dark expression turned to one of understanding. Suddenly, Blaise grinned.
"So you've fallen for the mudblood. I must say Draco, I don't think your father nor the rest of Slytherin is gonna be happy about that–"
"I have not fallen for her. But no one deserved that, not even Gra–"
"Draco, I can read you like a book. I've seen that look on your face plenty of times before to know what it means. It's there whenever you've just had the greatest fuck in history and I'm betting it's the same face for when you fall in love. I was there: I saw how close you came to screwing her senseless in the library. I'll bet you can't even call her mudblood anymore can you?
"Fuck off you pervert-"
"Wow, you've fallen pretty bad Drake. Defending the mudblood already. Six years of absolute hatred between the two of you and this is how karma's chosen to disperse it. Well, you know what they say: Karma's a bitch!"
"You know what Blaise, I don't care that she is muggle born anymore. She's beautiful, intelligent and strong and I regret judging her on her blood status back in first year. This is only time I'll say this but Potter is fucking lucky to have her"
"So you admit it? You like the girl" Blaise raised a questioning eyebrow.
Draco peered at him from beneath his white blond locks and pressed his lips together in a thin line. He turned his back and slouched up the stairs to his dorm. Blaise watched his retreating back and smiled to himself.
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The sun shined and sent rays of glistening sunlight through the glass window of the Griffindor Common Room onto Hermione and Harry's sleeping forms on the couch. He had not wanted to wake Hermione after she had fallen asleep, instead deciding that he would carry her and tuck her in. She had looked so vulnerable asleep on the couch and the boys from Gryffindor were mostly jerks so he had climbed onto the couch behind her and encircled her waist with his arms. Supportive, that's all he wanted to be… right?
Hermione's eyes fluttered open and instantly she knew something was not right. She was in the Griffindor common room, lying on the couch. How did I get here? She thought, her eyebrows furrowing anxiously. She looked at herself: she was fully clothed and there was a warm blanket that came up to her chest. A recognisably scarred arm lay across her stomach and she tilted her head backwards to see Harry's sleeping form right behind her. She smiled when she saw that only she was under the blanket but his arm was draped over her protectively. It was what she admired in the boy who lived. The fact that he could be supportive and caring but give people their own space was greatly appreciated.
Her thoughts drifted back to her kiss with Malfoy and instantly her stomach plummeted.