This is a short chapter, but I still hope you enjoy it :3
For those who want to know, Harry and Ginny are not dating yet, and Ron and Hermione are not a thing.
xo BlackHeartIce ~
Once Hermione reached the common room, she frantically searched for the only person she knew she could trust with her secrets and feelings. Luckily for her, that person was not asleep yet, she seemed to be going through the pages of a book in a boring way.
"Ginny!" she said loudly, causing the redhead to squeak and fall from the sofa.
"I was studying I swear!" she said, eyes wide open, trying to cover the fact that she was doing anything but study.
"Never mind that! I need to tell you something, now!" she said taking her by the elbow almost violently and dragging her back to the sofa.
Hermione told her everything that had happened, even the smallest detail. She and Ginny were practically sisters, so she knew she wouldn't entirely judge her.
"Whoa, whoa… you stroke Malfoy's face?!" she said with disgust while Hermione shushed her.
"Do you want every single person here to know?!" she said worriedly.
"Hermione, there's only one other person here besides me and you… and he's sleeping."
"Doesn't matter! Promise me that this stays between me and you!"
"Fine! I promise!" she said raising her hands in surrender.
"Thank you!"
They both fell silent for a while, thinking about the whole situation.
"But seriously, you STROKED his face? I mean that's disgusting, you should check your hand and see if you didn't catch any- OW!" she complained, rubbing the side of her head where the book Hermione had thrown had hit her.
Hermione tried to stifle her laughter but failed miserably, grabbing her sides while she laughed at Ginny.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." She said trying to act upset, but Hermione's laughter was infectious and made her smile. "But seriously though, what if Malfoy comes looking for you?"
Hermione wiped the laughter tears from her eyes. "Huh?"
"Think about it. The bloke's failing most of his classes AND he's a prefect. If he doesn't catch up by the end of the semester, his title will be removed and that, I dare say, is much more important than his pride. He needs to not only pass his classes, but ace them."
Hermione swallowed. Ginny was right, like always.
"Let's hope that he doesn't take the initiative to look for me, then."
That night, Hermione's mind was again invaded by strange dreams… dreams that by the morning she had already forgotten.
The next day, things seemed to be back to normal. Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast, and spotted a nervous Harry surrounded by some fans, practically hovering over him and dramatically flattering him about how brave he had been. She spotted Ron a few seats away with Fred, George and a sulking Ginny. Hermione knew that she hated how other girls threw themselves at Harry, but he, as oblivious as ever, did not notice this.
Hermione sat in front of Ron and greeted the others.
"I hate that bloke." Said Ron practically drawing daggers with his eyes. Hermione turned and noticed his eyes were set on Malfoy. "He probably threw himself off his broom on purpose so the game would end up tied."
"Harry already explained what happened, Ron." Said Hermione nonchalantly. "There was a flash of lightning and it knocked both of them from their brooms, but Malfoy's was hit."
Ron fixed his gaze on her. "That still doesn't change the fact that I hate him. Look at him! He doesn't even have respect for this place!" He said nodding towards him.
Hermione looked back again and saw something she wished she hadn't seen. Something that without knowing why, made her blood boil. Pansy Parkinson was sitting on Malfoy's lap, toying with his hair. He looked unamused, but made no effort to get her off him.
"I'm going to head back to the common room. I… I forgot a book I need there." She said quickly and got up from her seat, her breakfast intact. She glanced at Ginny who gave her a sympathetic look and a nod.
As she made her, way through the corridors, she heard someone call her name.
"Granger!"
She turned, and almost fell with shock when she found herself face to face with one Draco Malfoy.
"Listen… I was just wondering if you were still up for that tutoring thing." He mumbled distracted, glaring at the people who walked by and stared at them.
"I um… yes? I suppose I am…" she said crossing her arms.
He then looked at her eyes with a softer expression, as if searching her face. Hermione felt somehow insecure and nervous, but intrigued by his stern look. His eyes had something she couldn't quite place… perhaps it was the intense grey color they had…
"Can we meet later tonight? Transfiguration's classroom?"
"Sure…" she said, waking up from her trance, her eyes a little squinted.
"Same time as before. Don't be late." He said before he turned and walked away.
Hermione felt the air come back to her brain and rested against the wall. What on earth had she had gotten into?
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