A/N: Hey guys. I'm sorry this took so long. I know you've been waiting but my computer up and I had to write it all again. Anyway, thanx for being patient and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanx again for your wonderful reviews. Here it is...enjoy.
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Hermione entered the common room the next morning after eating breakfast. She saw Ron and Dean sitting on the comfy chairs near the burnt out fireplace.
"'Morning" she said cheekily.
"Good morning, Hermione," Dean said looking up.
"Ron, when did Harry get back last night?"
Ron shook his head. "No idea. You two prats took too long. I fell asleep and when I woke up I decided to just head to bed. Why? How long were you out for?"
"I don't remember," she lied, "but I didn't see Harry."
"Wasn't he at breakfast?" he asked. Ron didn't feel hungry so he decided to skip the meal.
"No, but didn't you see him when you got up?"
Ron shook his head the second time. "Nope. By the time I woke up he was already gone." And then he looked worried, exactly how Hermione was feeling.
"Do you think he may have stayed out all night?" she asked, then her eyes widened, "what if something happened to him?"
As if right on cue, Dean said with total confidence, "No. He's perfectly fine."
"How do you know?" she asked quickly.
"Because he just came in." Dean answered, tilting his chin over Hermione's shoulders.
Both Ron and Hermione turned their heads in unison. Harry came through the portrait hole, looking calm and unconcerned. He walked past them with only a small nod and headed to the dorm.
Ron looked at her with confusion. "Do you know what that was all about?"
"No, do you think he's angry with us?" she asked, "for not waiting for him?"
"Nah, we've ditched him before. Besides he doesn't care about that."
Hermione nodded, "You're right." And then after a moment, "You'll talk to him won't you?"
Ron gave her a look, "No Hermione. I'm just going to let our friendship be destroyed."
"Well," she said with a sigh, "I've got to go to the library to finish up Potions. Remember to see what's bothering Harry. And remember to do your Charms chart, Ronald Weasley. You have to pass this one. And Remember for Astronomy tonight, Mercury is never aligned with Uranus." She ordered, "You've got to stop answering every problem with that. It isn't even right. You just think that at some point Professor Vector is going to ask a question with that answer. Honestly. The way you think." she finished with exasperation in her voice.
Ron saluted her, "Yes mother!"
Hermione turned around, heading for the library, leaving the two boys laughing hysterically as though they've just invented an outrageously, witty joke.
"Hey, mate." Ron greeted as his entered the boy's room, "What happened to you last night." Ron waited for an answer but Harry just continued to sit on his bed looking over some notes. "Harry," Ron called to his friend.
Harry finally looked up, "What?"
"Didn't you hear me come in?" he asked, "I said 'what happened to you last night?'"
"Oh, uh...well I just decided to stay a little longer."
"How much longer?"
"I don't know. It was pretty late."
"'Coz I don't think I heard you coming in. Hermione said she didn't see you either. Why did you stay so long anyway?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't know. I just thought I'd put in more hours in practice."
"But why? You're already the best Seeker in all the teams. You catch that snitch before anyone. Even Malfoy couldn't catch up with you. It isn't like you're suddenly losing talent-"
"Look!" Harry said with a raised voice, "I just decided to stay longer, ok? Stop asking all these questions."
Ron was taken aback. The last time Harry and him got into a fight was back in fourth year. "I'm sorry, mate. I was just worried about you. And so was Hermione."
At the mention of their other half, Ron saw Harry flinch a little but didn't say anything about it. He didn't want to get yelled at again. After a while, when it was obvious that Harry was in no mood to talk, Ron silently crept out of the room, positive that Harry didn't even notice.
Draco exited the Great hall. He was just about to go to the library when someone called his name.
"Hello, Pansy." He said without turning around.
"Happy Christmas to you, Draco." She said excitedly.
"It isn't Christmas yet." He reminded her, thinking that maybe she had forgotten the days of the week.
"I know, but it's only a week away. I'm so excited. Doesn't this tasteless place look magnificent? I helped decorate you know. It was only supposed to be the Prefects but I guess they really wanted someone who had style's input." She explained, waiting for Draco to be 'impressed'. When he didn't look it, she continued, "Anyway, I'm also helping decorate for the Christmas Ball."
"Uh-huh." Draco answered. He knew what was coming.
"Speaking of the Christmas Ball. It's in five days. And since we both don't have dates, I was thinking..."
"What makes you think I don't have a date, Pansy?" he asked lazily.
She widened her eyes in shock as well as embarrassment. "Oh- you have a date already? Who? Draco – I didn't know you asked anyone."
He growled, "Well, no I don't have a date," Pansy clapped her hands animatedly, "But I'm not going to the dance, either." He finished.
Pansy pouted her lips, "Why not?" she whined.
"Look, Pansy. I don't have time for this. Can you please let me pass? I have somewhere to be and there really isn't any use of your flirting and asking me to the dance. I'm not going. That's final. Good bye." And with that, he strode past her never looking back.
"Hey there," Draco said. He was leaning against the doorframe of the little library room. He'd been watching Hermione study, taking notes and admired the way she bit her lip when concentrating, the way she bobbed her leg up and down absentmindedly and the way she rubbed her neck anytime she felt them ache.
She turned around in surprise. She smiled, "Hi,"
He came in, locked the door and moved to her looking gorgeous. He was wearing the school uniform but he looked so irresistible. His sleeves were rolled up to his fore arms, his necktie just laid about his neck untied and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. He looked warm even though it was the middle of winter. He took a seat next to her, gently grabbed her legs and laid them on top of his lap.
Hermione giggled, absolutely loving the position.
"So, what are you studying for?" he asked, rubbing her knee lightly.
"Nothing. I was just doing some last minute homework." She answered with a smile, secretly not wanting to talk about school.
"Did you hear about the Christmas Ball?"
"Yes. I don't think I want to go."
"Why not?"
She shrugged, "I was just thinking that maybe we could do something else that night?" she hinted.
Draco raised his eyebrows, "Eh?"
She smiled again, "Yes, well, you know, everybody is going to be at the dance..."
"Yes, they will."
"And I thought we could be alone."
He smirked, "We're alone every night." He reminded her.
She narrowed her eyes at him. He was purposely making it hard for her. So he wants to be that way huh, she thought.
"Almost every night," she corrected him, "But, ok. Fine. If you don't like the idea, we could always just go to the dance. That way I won't have to reject Seamus." She said, "I suspect we'll have a good time. He's a pretty good dancer and a nice date. Lots of girls would want to go with him." She reflected.
Draco gripped her leg to get her attention. "I didn't say I didn't like it. I'm perfectly fine with that. Don't go ditching me already." He said urgently.
This made Hermione smirk.
"You learn too much from me," Draco announced.
"Yeah, I believe you're bad influence on an innocent girl like me."
Draco laughed to himself, "You're not so innocent." He said, pulling her off the chair and placing her on his lap.
Draco slid his hand underneath her school shirt and began rubbing her on the small of her back, while the other hand cupped her face tenderly and led it down to his face. He kissed her and Hermione was only too eager to respond.
After a few minutes, when they're embrace became too heated and passionate, Hermione turned lightly and straddled Draco on the chair. He didn't seem to have the slightest problem with this because he pressed her body more firmly onto his, his hands suddenly cupping her bottom. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, loving the feel of him against her. And then she felt something new, and it made her moan loudly. She could feel the growing bulge in Draco's pants between her legs. It was something new to her but instead of being scared, the feeling was so wonderful that she allowed Draco to press her harder on him, emitting another sensual moan.
Since Hermione was wearing her skirt, it was even more than what Draco was anticipating. Finding Hermione, he didn't expect any of this to happen, but since it has, Draco was not going to resist. The feel of Hermione on top of him was so overwhelming that Draco couldn't possibly imagine what it would be like should they go all the way. The wonderful sounds that she was making were furthering his desire even more and making him lose every bit of self-control.
Hermione was heating up, the room suddenly felt on fire. They were still kissing fervently while Draco's hand was holding her bottom, the other running up and down her back. It was a feeling that she couldn't keep down and soon enough she was moaning and whispering his name in short gasps. Draco was also suffering from the same sensations because she could hear low groans deep in his throat and his breath had gotten considerably heavier. She was feeling emotions that seemed uncontrollable. Hermione felt like losing her mind but she knew that she wasn't the kind to go through something if she wasn't ready. And she knew she wasn't ready for this, no matter how much she enjoyed it. For quite a while, she was lost in their own world, appreciating every feel, every touch, every kiss. It wasn't until Hermione felt Draco's hand slide underneath her skirt, did she pull herself from him, with great effort, too.
"Draco," she whispered, as she reached for his hand. "I think we should stop."
Draco took a deep breath and then exhaled it. "I know. I'm sorry." He apologized, "You just feel so good." He explained with a wry smile.
Hermione smiled back, fighting a blush, "Thank you. You're not bad yourself."
He chuckled, "So, this bloke. Is he getting any better yet?"
Hermione kissed his nose, "Oh no, he's getting much better." She whispered seductively.
He tightened his grip on her, "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Yes, I am." She answered with disappointment in her voice.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Draco slowly realized that he was always curious about Hermione's whereabouts anytime they weren't together, which is most of the day.
"Nothing big. I'm just hanging out with friends. Do fun things you do with people."
"Like what?"
"If I tell you, I'd have to kill you."
"That's bad then isn't it?" he said, "After all, I'm a lover not a fighter." He added dramatically.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Rubbish, Malfoy. But I suppose it's true. I can take you on anytime."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Prove it," he said. At first Hermione didn't understand, and then Draco, with rapid speed, took out his wand and sprayed her with water. "Ahh!" Hermione screamed, "Draco!" she got off him and quickly took out her own wand, spoke a spell and sprayed him with something orange.
Draco licked his lips, "Pumpkin Juice?!" Hermione laughed triumphantly. "At least mine doesn't get all sticky on you." Draco bellowed.
"Well that's what you get for being stupid and fighting with me." But no doubt she was getting scared. She knew Draco would never do anything dangerous but she was still apprehensive about what he might throw at her.
"Pudding!" she screamed.
"Mmm...I'd like to lick that off you," he said.
Without another word, she yelled out another spell. This time, covering him with whip cream.
"That's it." Without warning, Draco grabbed Hermione and tackled her to the couch. Draco got on top of Hermione and began to tickle her. Hermione was laughing so hard her stomach was aching. "Stop! Draco." She pleaded.
He stopped, stayed still, his head inches above hers and said, "Beg for mercy."
She was still giggling, "Never!"
"Then suffer the consequences" he said and resumed his tickling.
That night, Hermione exited through the portrait hole and yelled, "Harry!"
Harry turned around. "What is it?"
"Nothing. I thought I'd keep you company and help you out," Hermione answered, running to his side. Harry's voice got caught in his throat. "You might not be able to carry all the drinks with you."
Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Lavender, Parvati, Ginny and a couple of Ginny's friends were having a small hang out party. Harry offered to go to the kitchens and get them a new set of nutritious, greasy, unhealthy snacks.
"I think I can handle it." he said.
"Then can I just keep you company?" she asked softly.
Harry couldn't speak, so he simply nodded.
They resumed their walk, neither talking.
"So how was your day?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence.
"Same as always."
"It feels like I haven't seen you around for a while."
"You haven't been around for a while." At this, Hermione turned her head to look at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked, "I'm here everyday."
"I only see you during classes, where we're not allowed to talk. During meals everybody is there and talking to everybody else. And most of the time I'm at practice but when I do come back you're always at the library." He explained, his voice void of any emotion. The way he was speaking reminded Hermione of a robot.
"You mean we don't get to talk alone anymore." When Harry didn't speak, she repeated herself.
"I don't know," was all he said.
"Harry..." Hermione softly called to him, but he didn't answer. He just kept on walking. "Harry," she said again, this time louder and with more strength. Taking his arm, she was about to confront him about what it was that was bothering him, when they finally reached the kitchen. The door flung open and Dobby smiled up at them excitedly as though he'd been expecting them this entire time.
"Mr. Harry Potter! And his lady friend!" he greeted them delightfully. He harshly grabbed hold of their hands and dragged them into the kitchen, where they were greeted by many more working elves with big ears and wide, shocking eyes.
After they got their food, they walked back to the common room in silence. And Hermione thought she'd never felt so alone.
Hermione stayed awake that night, her head still beating with the cutting memory of her walk with Harry. He basically told her that they, the three of them but mostly her, didn't spend as much time as before because she wasn't ever around. His words were the truth, but it struck her with such force that she felt like someone had squeezed her heart.
All this was the cause of one reason, Draco. Almost every night for the last month, she'd been making up excuses about going somewhere just so she could spend some alone time with the boy she'd grown to like. Having been with Draco for this long kind of felt somewhat of a gift to Hermione. He made her feel things she's never felt. He made her think about things she's never thought of. He made her do things she's never considered. It was both exciting and a bit frightening. What they have was something very new to Hermione, and probably to both of them. And as each day passed, it was getting better and becoming more important to her. She was afraid that it would all go away, or even worse, have Draco not feel the same.
Hermione was still not positively sure about her growing feelings for Draco. It was no doubt she liked him. She was attracted to him as she had ever been attracted to another person. But what really made her brain turn and her heart to beat faster was the fact that she was beginning to care for him.
During their times together, he started to confess little things about his home life. Nothing really profound or heavy, but things that she knew he most likely hadn't told anyone. How his father always expected no less than his best. How his mother always took his father's side and was intent on keeping the tender feelings she had for their son. And one night, Draco even admitted to hating his father at one point or another. When she asked him about the reason, he stayed silent and Hermione knew better than to push people when they wanted to be left alone, especially Draco. These things, these insights into Draco's life really made Hermione curious. She was often glad that he was willing to open up as she was with him.
But as some say: the good things come along with the bad. And certainly, this whole exhilarating affair has not gone without justice. Being with Draco meant being away from her best friends, and lying to them. What am I going to do, Hermione wondered. She didn't want t give up her relationship with Draco, which may be the case once she reveals the whole dirty issue to Harry and Ron. But she didn't think she could ever face the world without the friendship of the two people she's developed such deep and endless love for. No, she thought, she definitely couldn't live without the two goofs. But then – would she be perfectly happy, just as she was before, without Draco?
Hermione closed her eyes, trying desperately to avoid the knawing headache that was starting to overcome her. I'll think about this tomorrow, she yawned.
Ron stood there in the middle of the common room staring blankly at his friend's back. Harry was standing still in front of the roaring fire that hadn't died, with his arms resting resignedly on the mantel.
All night Ron sensed something was wrong. And all night he couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't until later did he notice something quite peculiar if anything else. He realized just how much Harry had been staring at Hermione. To the outside world both his friends acted normal. They laughed, they joked and they yawned. But to him, he noticed the little changes in them after they returned from the kitchen. To Ron, knowing Harry and Hermione so well always made him proud, but tonight, he almost wished he'd ignored it because the lingering uneasy feeling left him just as perturbed. After their 'party', just as everyone was getting ready for bed, Harry whispered to Ron about staying behind because he had 'something important to say'.
And now, when the room was finally deserted, Harry hasn't said a word.
"Are you ok, mate?" Ron asked Harry's back, but received no answer. Ron sighed, "Look, Harry. You're scaring the willies out of me. What's the matter?" Silence. "Is it serious? Has it something to do with the Order? You-Know-Who?..." Silence. "Did Dumbledoor say anything to you?"
Harry finally turned around. "No. It isn't anything like that." He finally said. His voice, Ron noticed, sounded grave and sad.
"Then what is it?" he asked softly one more time. Ron knew that whatever it was, it wasn't easy for Harry.
"Its...I don't know where to start..." Harry responded quietly.
"The beginning is always a good place." Ron suggested, trying to draw in some lightness into the scenery.
Harry didn't say anything. Instead he made some deep sounds in his throat, looking defiantly at his feet. Ron sighed. He had to take manners into his own hands before Harry did anything reckless – or before he loses his nerve and change his mind about telling him at all.
He walked up to Harry in three long strides. He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and forced him to look up.
"Is it about Hermione?"
Harry looked up at him with dark eyes, the glowing ember now diminished.
"What happened?"
Harry took a deep breath, "I think I saw something..."
"What?"
"I think..."
"What?" Ron asked compellingly, shaking Harry's shoulders.
"Last night, I think I saw Hermione with...Malfoy," Harry said pulling away from Ron. He turned around. "And...they were...together."
His last words were spoken very quietly, almost inaudibly, but it rang in Ron's head again and again and again...
There! Now they know. Dun dun dun...what will they do now? Ah!! Haahaahaa. Okay well I must leave you here and keep on writing. Pls review. Tell me what you think will happen. HaHaHa. Do you guys like it so far? Suggestions? Tell me anything.
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Hermione entered the common room the next morning after eating breakfast. She saw Ron and Dean sitting on the comfy chairs near the burnt out fireplace.
"'Morning" she said cheekily.
"Good morning, Hermione," Dean said looking up.
"Ron, when did Harry get back last night?"
Ron shook his head. "No idea. You two prats took too long. I fell asleep and when I woke up I decided to just head to bed. Why? How long were you out for?"
"I don't remember," she lied, "but I didn't see Harry."
"Wasn't he at breakfast?" he asked. Ron didn't feel hungry so he decided to skip the meal.
"No, but didn't you see him when you got up?"
Ron shook his head the second time. "Nope. By the time I woke up he was already gone." And then he looked worried, exactly how Hermione was feeling.
"Do you think he may have stayed out all night?" she asked, then her eyes widened, "what if something happened to him?"
As if right on cue, Dean said with total confidence, "No. He's perfectly fine."
"How do you know?" she asked quickly.
"Because he just came in." Dean answered, tilting his chin over Hermione's shoulders.
Both Ron and Hermione turned their heads in unison. Harry came through the portrait hole, looking calm and unconcerned. He walked past them with only a small nod and headed to the dorm.
Ron looked at her with confusion. "Do you know what that was all about?"
"No, do you think he's angry with us?" she asked, "for not waiting for him?"
"Nah, we've ditched him before. Besides he doesn't care about that."
Hermione nodded, "You're right." And then after a moment, "You'll talk to him won't you?"
Ron gave her a look, "No Hermione. I'm just going to let our friendship be destroyed."
"Well," she said with a sigh, "I've got to go to the library to finish up Potions. Remember to see what's bothering Harry. And remember to do your Charms chart, Ronald Weasley. You have to pass this one. And Remember for Astronomy tonight, Mercury is never aligned with Uranus." She ordered, "You've got to stop answering every problem with that. It isn't even right. You just think that at some point Professor Vector is going to ask a question with that answer. Honestly. The way you think." she finished with exasperation in her voice.
Ron saluted her, "Yes mother!"
Hermione turned around, heading for the library, leaving the two boys laughing hysterically as though they've just invented an outrageously, witty joke.
"Hey, mate." Ron greeted as his entered the boy's room, "What happened to you last night." Ron waited for an answer but Harry just continued to sit on his bed looking over some notes. "Harry," Ron called to his friend.
Harry finally looked up, "What?"
"Didn't you hear me come in?" he asked, "I said 'what happened to you last night?'"
"Oh, uh...well I just decided to stay a little longer."
"How much longer?"
"I don't know. It was pretty late."
"'Coz I don't think I heard you coming in. Hermione said she didn't see you either. Why did you stay so long anyway?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't know. I just thought I'd put in more hours in practice."
"But why? You're already the best Seeker in all the teams. You catch that snitch before anyone. Even Malfoy couldn't catch up with you. It isn't like you're suddenly losing talent-"
"Look!" Harry said with a raised voice, "I just decided to stay longer, ok? Stop asking all these questions."
Ron was taken aback. The last time Harry and him got into a fight was back in fourth year. "I'm sorry, mate. I was just worried about you. And so was Hermione."
At the mention of their other half, Ron saw Harry flinch a little but didn't say anything about it. He didn't want to get yelled at again. After a while, when it was obvious that Harry was in no mood to talk, Ron silently crept out of the room, positive that Harry didn't even notice.
Draco exited the Great hall. He was just about to go to the library when someone called his name.
"Hello, Pansy." He said without turning around.
"Happy Christmas to you, Draco." She said excitedly.
"It isn't Christmas yet." He reminded her, thinking that maybe she had forgotten the days of the week.
"I know, but it's only a week away. I'm so excited. Doesn't this tasteless place look magnificent? I helped decorate you know. It was only supposed to be the Prefects but I guess they really wanted someone who had style's input." She explained, waiting for Draco to be 'impressed'. When he didn't look it, she continued, "Anyway, I'm also helping decorate for the Christmas Ball."
"Uh-huh." Draco answered. He knew what was coming.
"Speaking of the Christmas Ball. It's in five days. And since we both don't have dates, I was thinking..."
"What makes you think I don't have a date, Pansy?" he asked lazily.
She widened her eyes in shock as well as embarrassment. "Oh- you have a date already? Who? Draco – I didn't know you asked anyone."
He growled, "Well, no I don't have a date," Pansy clapped her hands animatedly, "But I'm not going to the dance, either." He finished.
Pansy pouted her lips, "Why not?" she whined.
"Look, Pansy. I don't have time for this. Can you please let me pass? I have somewhere to be and there really isn't any use of your flirting and asking me to the dance. I'm not going. That's final. Good bye." And with that, he strode past her never looking back.
"Hey there," Draco said. He was leaning against the doorframe of the little library room. He'd been watching Hermione study, taking notes and admired the way she bit her lip when concentrating, the way she bobbed her leg up and down absentmindedly and the way she rubbed her neck anytime she felt them ache.
She turned around in surprise. She smiled, "Hi,"
He came in, locked the door and moved to her looking gorgeous. He was wearing the school uniform but he looked so irresistible. His sleeves were rolled up to his fore arms, his necktie just laid about his neck untied and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. He looked warm even though it was the middle of winter. He took a seat next to her, gently grabbed her legs and laid them on top of his lap.
Hermione giggled, absolutely loving the position.
"So, what are you studying for?" he asked, rubbing her knee lightly.
"Nothing. I was just doing some last minute homework." She answered with a smile, secretly not wanting to talk about school.
"Did you hear about the Christmas Ball?"
"Yes. I don't think I want to go."
"Why not?"
She shrugged, "I was just thinking that maybe we could do something else that night?" she hinted.
Draco raised his eyebrows, "Eh?"
She smiled again, "Yes, well, you know, everybody is going to be at the dance..."
"Yes, they will."
"And I thought we could be alone."
He smirked, "We're alone every night." He reminded her.
She narrowed her eyes at him. He was purposely making it hard for her. So he wants to be that way huh, she thought.
"Almost every night," she corrected him, "But, ok. Fine. If you don't like the idea, we could always just go to the dance. That way I won't have to reject Seamus." She said, "I suspect we'll have a good time. He's a pretty good dancer and a nice date. Lots of girls would want to go with him." She reflected.
Draco gripped her leg to get her attention. "I didn't say I didn't like it. I'm perfectly fine with that. Don't go ditching me already." He said urgently.
This made Hermione smirk.
"You learn too much from me," Draco announced.
"Yeah, I believe you're bad influence on an innocent girl like me."
Draco laughed to himself, "You're not so innocent." He said, pulling her off the chair and placing her on his lap.
Draco slid his hand underneath her school shirt and began rubbing her on the small of her back, while the other hand cupped her face tenderly and led it down to his face. He kissed her and Hermione was only too eager to respond.
After a few minutes, when they're embrace became too heated and passionate, Hermione turned lightly and straddled Draco on the chair. He didn't seem to have the slightest problem with this because he pressed her body more firmly onto his, his hands suddenly cupping her bottom. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, loving the feel of him against her. And then she felt something new, and it made her moan loudly. She could feel the growing bulge in Draco's pants between her legs. It was something new to her but instead of being scared, the feeling was so wonderful that she allowed Draco to press her harder on him, emitting another sensual moan.
Since Hermione was wearing her skirt, it was even more than what Draco was anticipating. Finding Hermione, he didn't expect any of this to happen, but since it has, Draco was not going to resist. The feel of Hermione on top of him was so overwhelming that Draco couldn't possibly imagine what it would be like should they go all the way. The wonderful sounds that she was making were furthering his desire even more and making him lose every bit of self-control.
Hermione was heating up, the room suddenly felt on fire. They were still kissing fervently while Draco's hand was holding her bottom, the other running up and down her back. It was a feeling that she couldn't keep down and soon enough she was moaning and whispering his name in short gasps. Draco was also suffering from the same sensations because she could hear low groans deep in his throat and his breath had gotten considerably heavier. She was feeling emotions that seemed uncontrollable. Hermione felt like losing her mind but she knew that she wasn't the kind to go through something if she wasn't ready. And she knew she wasn't ready for this, no matter how much she enjoyed it. For quite a while, she was lost in their own world, appreciating every feel, every touch, every kiss. It wasn't until Hermione felt Draco's hand slide underneath her skirt, did she pull herself from him, with great effort, too.
"Draco," she whispered, as she reached for his hand. "I think we should stop."
Draco took a deep breath and then exhaled it. "I know. I'm sorry." He apologized, "You just feel so good." He explained with a wry smile.
Hermione smiled back, fighting a blush, "Thank you. You're not bad yourself."
He chuckled, "So, this bloke. Is he getting any better yet?"
Hermione kissed his nose, "Oh no, he's getting much better." She whispered seductively.
He tightened his grip on her, "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Yes, I am." She answered with disappointment in her voice.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Draco slowly realized that he was always curious about Hermione's whereabouts anytime they weren't together, which is most of the day.
"Nothing big. I'm just hanging out with friends. Do fun things you do with people."
"Like what?"
"If I tell you, I'd have to kill you."
"That's bad then isn't it?" he said, "After all, I'm a lover not a fighter." He added dramatically.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Rubbish, Malfoy. But I suppose it's true. I can take you on anytime."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Prove it," he said. At first Hermione didn't understand, and then Draco, with rapid speed, took out his wand and sprayed her with water. "Ahh!" Hermione screamed, "Draco!" she got off him and quickly took out her own wand, spoke a spell and sprayed him with something orange.
Draco licked his lips, "Pumpkin Juice?!" Hermione laughed triumphantly. "At least mine doesn't get all sticky on you." Draco bellowed.
"Well that's what you get for being stupid and fighting with me." But no doubt she was getting scared. She knew Draco would never do anything dangerous but she was still apprehensive about what he might throw at her.
"Pudding!" she screamed.
"Mmm...I'd like to lick that off you," he said.
Without another word, she yelled out another spell. This time, covering him with whip cream.
"That's it." Without warning, Draco grabbed Hermione and tackled her to the couch. Draco got on top of Hermione and began to tickle her. Hermione was laughing so hard her stomach was aching. "Stop! Draco." She pleaded.
He stopped, stayed still, his head inches above hers and said, "Beg for mercy."
She was still giggling, "Never!"
"Then suffer the consequences" he said and resumed his tickling.
That night, Hermione exited through the portrait hole and yelled, "Harry!"
Harry turned around. "What is it?"
"Nothing. I thought I'd keep you company and help you out," Hermione answered, running to his side. Harry's voice got caught in his throat. "You might not be able to carry all the drinks with you."
Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Lavender, Parvati, Ginny and a couple of Ginny's friends were having a small hang out party. Harry offered to go to the kitchens and get them a new set of nutritious, greasy, unhealthy snacks.
"I think I can handle it." he said.
"Then can I just keep you company?" she asked softly.
Harry couldn't speak, so he simply nodded.
They resumed their walk, neither talking.
"So how was your day?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence.
"Same as always."
"It feels like I haven't seen you around for a while."
"You haven't been around for a while." At this, Hermione turned her head to look at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked, "I'm here everyday."
"I only see you during classes, where we're not allowed to talk. During meals everybody is there and talking to everybody else. And most of the time I'm at practice but when I do come back you're always at the library." He explained, his voice void of any emotion. The way he was speaking reminded Hermione of a robot.
"You mean we don't get to talk alone anymore." When Harry didn't speak, she repeated herself.
"I don't know," was all he said.
"Harry..." Hermione softly called to him, but he didn't answer. He just kept on walking. "Harry," she said again, this time louder and with more strength. Taking his arm, she was about to confront him about what it was that was bothering him, when they finally reached the kitchen. The door flung open and Dobby smiled up at them excitedly as though he'd been expecting them this entire time.
"Mr. Harry Potter! And his lady friend!" he greeted them delightfully. He harshly grabbed hold of their hands and dragged them into the kitchen, where they were greeted by many more working elves with big ears and wide, shocking eyes.
After they got their food, they walked back to the common room in silence. And Hermione thought she'd never felt so alone.
Hermione stayed awake that night, her head still beating with the cutting memory of her walk with Harry. He basically told her that they, the three of them but mostly her, didn't spend as much time as before because she wasn't ever around. His words were the truth, but it struck her with such force that she felt like someone had squeezed her heart.
All this was the cause of one reason, Draco. Almost every night for the last month, she'd been making up excuses about going somewhere just so she could spend some alone time with the boy she'd grown to like. Having been with Draco for this long kind of felt somewhat of a gift to Hermione. He made her feel things she's never felt. He made her think about things she's never thought of. He made her do things she's never considered. It was both exciting and a bit frightening. What they have was something very new to Hermione, and probably to both of them. And as each day passed, it was getting better and becoming more important to her. She was afraid that it would all go away, or even worse, have Draco not feel the same.
Hermione was still not positively sure about her growing feelings for Draco. It was no doubt she liked him. She was attracted to him as she had ever been attracted to another person. But what really made her brain turn and her heart to beat faster was the fact that she was beginning to care for him.
During their times together, he started to confess little things about his home life. Nothing really profound or heavy, but things that she knew he most likely hadn't told anyone. How his father always expected no less than his best. How his mother always took his father's side and was intent on keeping the tender feelings she had for their son. And one night, Draco even admitted to hating his father at one point or another. When she asked him about the reason, he stayed silent and Hermione knew better than to push people when they wanted to be left alone, especially Draco. These things, these insights into Draco's life really made Hermione curious. She was often glad that he was willing to open up as she was with him.
But as some say: the good things come along with the bad. And certainly, this whole exhilarating affair has not gone without justice. Being with Draco meant being away from her best friends, and lying to them. What am I going to do, Hermione wondered. She didn't want t give up her relationship with Draco, which may be the case once she reveals the whole dirty issue to Harry and Ron. But she didn't think she could ever face the world without the friendship of the two people she's developed such deep and endless love for. No, she thought, she definitely couldn't live without the two goofs. But then – would she be perfectly happy, just as she was before, without Draco?
Hermione closed her eyes, trying desperately to avoid the knawing headache that was starting to overcome her. I'll think about this tomorrow, she yawned.
Ron stood there in the middle of the common room staring blankly at his friend's back. Harry was standing still in front of the roaring fire that hadn't died, with his arms resting resignedly on the mantel.
All night Ron sensed something was wrong. And all night he couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't until later did he notice something quite peculiar if anything else. He realized just how much Harry had been staring at Hermione. To the outside world both his friends acted normal. They laughed, they joked and they yawned. But to him, he noticed the little changes in them after they returned from the kitchen. To Ron, knowing Harry and Hermione so well always made him proud, but tonight, he almost wished he'd ignored it because the lingering uneasy feeling left him just as perturbed. After their 'party', just as everyone was getting ready for bed, Harry whispered to Ron about staying behind because he had 'something important to say'.
And now, when the room was finally deserted, Harry hasn't said a word.
"Are you ok, mate?" Ron asked Harry's back, but received no answer. Ron sighed, "Look, Harry. You're scaring the willies out of me. What's the matter?" Silence. "Is it serious? Has it something to do with the Order? You-Know-Who?..." Silence. "Did Dumbledoor say anything to you?"
Harry finally turned around. "No. It isn't anything like that." He finally said. His voice, Ron noticed, sounded grave and sad.
"Then what is it?" he asked softly one more time. Ron knew that whatever it was, it wasn't easy for Harry.
"Its...I don't know where to start..." Harry responded quietly.
"The beginning is always a good place." Ron suggested, trying to draw in some lightness into the scenery.
Harry didn't say anything. Instead he made some deep sounds in his throat, looking defiantly at his feet. Ron sighed. He had to take manners into his own hands before Harry did anything reckless – or before he loses his nerve and change his mind about telling him at all.
He walked up to Harry in three long strides. He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and forced him to look up.
"Is it about Hermione?"
Harry looked up at him with dark eyes, the glowing ember now diminished.
"What happened?"
Harry took a deep breath, "I think I saw something..."
"What?"
"I think..."
"What?" Ron asked compellingly, shaking Harry's shoulders.
"Last night, I think I saw Hermione with...Malfoy," Harry said pulling away from Ron. He turned around. "And...they were...together."
His last words were spoken very quietly, almost inaudibly, but it rang in Ron's head again and again and again...
There! Now they know. Dun dun dun...what will they do now? Ah!! Haahaahaa. Okay well I must leave you here and keep on writing. Pls review. Tell me what you think will happen. HaHaHa. Do you guys like it so far? Suggestions? Tell me anything.
Toodles.