Well, it's been a while hasn't it? Well, before I try to put up any excuses I need you guys to know that I really need more reviews. They're going down by the chapter. So from now on, I am going to write more, and hope more people read and review.
Thank you to everyone that has stuck with me since the beginning. & no this isn't the end.. I just felt like mentioning that
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Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Oh, the plot's mine. Yay.
After valentine's day.
"Malfoy?" Hermione woke with a start as she noticed everything in the room scattered and ruined.
"Go back to sleep, Granger.." his groggy voice answered, with just a hint of huskiness.
"What- what happened?" her eyes grew wide, but then she noticed there were other people in the room with them. There was Ron, on the floor, next to Lavender. Harry, next to Seamus and Ginny. And.. Michael? Michael was the far right with a bleeding forehead.
What the hell happened last night?
"Malfoy.. Malfoy- wake up.." He didn't budge. She sighed exasperatedly and stared at the pillow that just happened to be below Malfoy's head. Her finger's itched to touch the soft silk.
She quickly pulled it out from under his hair, and his head flew down to the hard bottom of the couch. Compared to the soft pillow that is.
"Geez, Granger; What the hell?"
"What happened here?!" she ignored him, by asking her own question. He absolutely despised that.
"Looks like you and me and your so called friends crashed our own common room.." He sat up and started rolling neck to get that annoying crick out of it.
"Well, that was smart.. Thank you for stating the obvious, Malfoy."
He looked unimpressed. "Whatever." His simple reply came.
"Hey, Malfoy… you wanna' know a secret?" her mind spinning.
"What? Ok…"
"I like this guy and his name starts with a "D" ' she smiled, as his eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Oh really? Is this guy's name Draco Malfoy?"
She smiled, and then threw up all over his shoe.
"God, Malfoy. Stop being a jerk." She got up and then proceeded to clean up some on the clutters.
"Sorry Granger. I can't; Apparently that is my only life goal to you." he snapped.
"..ok." she then found a familiar sweater next to what she was reaching for.
She picked it up and found that it wasn't hers at all. It was Malfoy's.
She wrapped it around her shoulders, and sniffed in the somewhat familiar scent of cinnamon mixed with aftershave.
"Hey Malfoy..' she started.
"Dammit women, shut up!"
"Fine.. Sorry." she rolled her eyes, and Draco scoffed.
Hermione started to clean up the place as Draco tried to get stop the pounding burning inside his head.
"What happened?" Ron asked, waking up.
"We got drunk, dumass." Draco said, angrily.
'But how?" he asked, ignoring the insult.
"I don't remember!" said Draco. "Jesus!"
"Well, sorry; Mr. Sour.. Soursen.."
"What the hell?"
"I don't know." his face red, "I'm leaving, Bye 'Moine."
"Bye Ron," she gave him a sad smile, and proceeded to clean the room.
"Malfoy?" her soft voice rang throughout the walls of the room.
"What?" his voice said, "What is so bloody important that you want to ask me?"
"..Nothing."
"Fine then."
Silence enveloped the room.
"….Malfoy………."
"What is it, Granger." His eyes softening, which made her re-think her choices.
A statement more than a question though.
"I just wanted to ask.. I just wanted to ask, if we.. Kissed or something… last night." her uncomfortable position made her grimace, but it amused him; she knew that and he knew that.
"No, I am pretty sure none of that happened, Granger."
A sigh of relief emitted from her lips, but Draco wasn't finished.
"Like I said, I think more things happened," he winked, as she rolled her eyes and scoffed because she knew he was just to trying to bait her.
"What happened to Michael there?" she asked, trying to suppress a smile- because she knew exactly what had happened.
He didn't answer at first but then, a slight gleam in his eyes proved he was going to crush her.. Yet again.
"It was only one question, mudblood." she glared and he beamed, " Learn your numbers.."
"Oh how witty; is that really your best come-back?" she smirked, hoping she wouldn't let him win.
"Actually-"
"Hermione?" a new soft, groggy voice erupting into the only two voices in the room.
She looked towards the corner, and saw Michael getting up while gingerly touching his forehead.
"Oh, are you ok, Michael?"
"… I'm fine." he snapped.
Wait.. He snapped?
How can a calm cool person like Michael get upset?
"..ok."
"I don't think we should see each other.. Err.. Bye," he shouted, while running for the door when his eyes caught sight of Draco Malfoy slowly making way towards the beautiful scene that was enveloping in front of him.
"You ok, Granger?"
"Uuhm, yeah. I didn't really like him anyway." her voice surprisingly pleasant.
"Sure?" his voice, burning deep holes through her heart, looking for the little corner she hid from everyone.
The little corner that belonged to herself, and only herself.
"yeah. I'm fine. Swear.."
He nodded, and started to leave, until his eyes suddenly saw a book.
The book, ripped and almost burned into shreds.
The book, that held the most horrible secret.