Hermione had hoped that masturbating would clear up her blues, but if anything, it made it worse. She snapped at Harry twice, refused to help a third year who had lost her homework, and flat out ignored Ron, with whom she had been sleeping but steadily refused to date. Finally, Ginny pulled her aside at dinner.
"What on earth is going on with you Hermione?"
"No one can get it together Gin."
"Hermione, I think the problem is with you. What's wrong?"
Hermione sighed. "I don't know. I feel so... frustrated. Irritated. I don't know what's causing it and I don't know how to fix it."
Ginny lowered her voice. "You need to get laid. Are you still hooking up with my brother?"
Hermione blushed and muttered, "Ginny, you know he wouldn't want me talking about that..."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Are you seventeen or seven?"
"Yes, we're still sleeping together, but..."
Ginny cocked an eyebrow. "He's no good?"
"No, he's fine. It's just not..."
"Have you tried taking care of your self?
"Yes. No luck."
"Hermione, you're a smart girl. You need to be stimualted. Your problem is you are bored."
"Bored?"
"Yeah. You need to take a risk."
Just then, Draco walked into the Great Hall.
Ginny followed him with her eyes and then turned to Hermione. "Do you trust me?"
Hermione swallowed, and then nodded. Ginny got up and walked over to Draco. She whispered to him. He looked skeptical and glanced back at the Gryffindor table. He shook his head, but Ginny continued talking. After a little longer, he glanced back at the Gryffindor table again. He made direct eye contact with Hermione and smirked. Hermione blushed red to her hairline, but Draco was already looking away, back at Ginny. He nodded, and they parted ways.