Stupid Little Games
LostLoveIsDead
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter... in my dreams.
Hermione walked slowly all the way back up to Gryfendor tower, trying to comprehend what just happened. Nothing had ever seemed this surreal since she went to Hogwarts. Life could be funny sometimes. She didn't try to take this encounter to heart, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She could still feel his ice cold body on her. There was something, attractive about him. Very possibly the fact that he didn't want to be desired, or she didn't want to desire him. All thoughts were pushed out of her head as soon as she entered the common room that had been cleared out. All that was left was Harry Potter sitting on the couch.
"Hermione! I've been looking for you! Are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Yeah Harry, I'm fine. I'm sorry I ran out like that. But can I just talk to you in the morning?" Hermione asked walking over to him as he wrapped his arms around her in a friendly hug, a hug that felt much different from the one she got not too long ago.
"Sure, Hermione. Whenever you want to talk." He said, in a very understanding tone. That was the great thing about Harry, he was always there.
"Thanks Harry... Well, I'm off to bed. I'll see you" She said, a soft smile was left when she ran up the stairs to her dormitory. Harry still sat on the couch, staring into the fire. She walked into her room and sat on the edge of her bed, she pulled off her shoes and just laid back, not bothering to get undressed. She rolled up to her pillow and just thought. Her mind roamed over everything that had happened in this night. Just how things could change so quickly. When he showed an ounce of compassion, she was scared, when he showed more then that: she was terrified.
"Great bloody going Hermione." She said to herself as she stuffed her face into her pillow, and not too long after was taken away into a world where she couldn't be touched.
When she awoke it was only five in the morning. Not being able to go back to bed she rolled out still in her clothes from last night. She made her way to the shower and then after cleaning herself up put on her school robes. After only killing about thirty minutes she walked over to the mirror in her room to put on some makeup. Having the time to actually do it the muggle way, began applying her average every day products before she went down stairs with her bag.
No one was to be seen in the common room, the ashes of the fire from last night were just about out. Lord knows how long Harry was down here. She snuck right out the door and down a few flights of stairs. She began to wander the halls, just in search of killing time. She stopped at the place she had found last night. She looked out the window, you could see right onto the lake from this angle. There was some fog rested on top of the water and it didn't exactly seem to be the nicest of all days.
Eventually, Hermione had made her way down into the great hall. She stopped to grab a coffee from the machine on a table that was pushed to the wall. She then proceeded to walk over to where Ginny was currently sitting alone.
"Hello Ginny." Hermione said putting a single scone onto her plate and proceeding to nibble off the sides.
"Hey Hermione. Are you okay? Harry was pretty worried about you last night." Ginny said taking a bite of food off her plate.
"I'm fine thanks. Just a little mishap is all." Hermione played it off as if it was nothing.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, I'm sure Ginny." Hermione smiled a little as Harry walked in and sat next to Ginny.
"Up early I see." Ginny said to him.
"Very funny. Morning Hermione" Harry said patting Ginny lightly on the back for a moment.
"Morning Harry" She smiled.
"Wheres Ron?" Ginny asked Harry. Hermione almost grimaced but held back any sort of malice she held at the moment.
"Probably still asleep. He didn't get back to the common room until at least twelve last night" Harry said who then looked at Hermione who played it off as if nothing was wrong.
"Morning everyone." Ron said walking over to the table, but not sitting down.
"Morning" Ginny and Harry said in unison, Hermione didn't say a word.
"Hermione." Ron said.
"Ronald." she replied.
"What was with you last night? Why were you wi-" Ron was cut off by Lavender who practically pummeled him when she ran over to hug him.
"Won-won!" Lavender explained.
"Well, we will be off, See you later" Ron said smiling as him and the blond girl ran off together. Hermione looked down to her half eaten scone.
"I'm going to head to class. I'll see you later." Hermione said getting up, not leaving any time for a response from either of them she ran out of the great hall and down the corridor. She started to make her way to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The day dragged by slowly, finally after her last class of the day she went straight up to her room to drop off her book bag. She sat down to begin writing an essay but about halfway through it she was fast asleep due to her lack of the previous night.
About three hours later she bolted awake she looked around the room. It was completely empty and all that could be heard was the pouring rain beat down on the windowsill. She put her work away and crawled out of bed and out of her robes. Instead she put on a simple pair of black jeans and a light tan turtleneck. She began to walk downstairs where there were quite a load of students in the common room, having it near the end of dinner she went down to the great hall and picked up something small to eat, Luna was still down there so she had someone to dine with, for the short time being.
After that she began to stroll the hall ways, intrigued with the school. She hadn't aimlessly walked around in quite a while. After walking around for quite some time she walked into the library where she had spent most of her time. Being that it was friday no one could be found in there. She sat down in a seat in the farthest corner of the library. It was dimly lit in there, thunder struck as she pulled out a random book, one evolving potions and began reading.
Not too long after she herd someone quietly walk in and take a seat across from herself. She looked up to see none other, then a Mr. Malfoy. His grey eyes were illuminated in the light and his white hair seemed to have a certain glow. Or maybe, she was just noticing this now.
"Granger" He smiled curtly.
"Malfoy" She smiled as well. There was something about him that she yearned for, as much as she denied it to herself.
"Feeling less glum then last night?" Draco asked her. He as well found some sort of relief within talking to her. She got his mind off of things, off of the dark deeds he would have to preform. And what was the harm if it was just between them?
"You could put it that way." She said closing up the book she had been pretending to skim through.
"I see." He said as he motioned his foot against hers in a light playful way. Hermione subconsciously did the same.
"So why the sudden change of heart?" Hermione asked him.
"I wouldn't call it a change of heart." he said to her.
"Double life?" she asked.
"So to speak" He said.
"So to speak?" She asked just as playfully as he had said.
"You need a friend and I need to get my mind off of things. This seems to be working." He said, and almost arrogant grin on his face.
"You have a point." She grinned.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be here" He smirked. They talked until they lost track of time. Just sitting, talking, playing like there was nothing else in the world, no strings attached.
"So, I best be off. Its getting pretty late." Hermione said getting up from her seat.
"Ah why so soon Mrs. Granger?" He smiled.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy if your so inclined on seeing me. Why not tomorrow night?" She asked with a small smirk, raising a single eye brow, picking up the potions book she had been skimming earlier.
"I might just have to." He grinned stepping closer to her, she could feel his warm breath on her face and his cool hand on her cheek, He ever so lightly brushed his stone cold lips to hers, as she did to his.
"Piss off Granger" He teased with a smile.
"Screw off Malfoy" She smiled back, still inches away from his face, with one last kiss they were off, separate ways, like they didn't know each other. At least until the next night.