The next morning, Hermione was still fuming. How dare Malfoy say that about her? About doing those things with her. But you couldn't mistake the blush that rose high on her cheeks at the thought of Malfoy and her doing things that they shouldn't be doing.
'Insufferable little prick,' she thought relentlessly. Stalking all the way to the Great Hall, she glared at everyone until she was seated with her back to the Slytherin table, then it fell away like that. She breathed heavily, and tried to smile but it fell short a couple hundred watts.
"'Mione, what's wrong?" Ron asked, worriedly. He hadn't touched his food which was a huge shock. She kept gaping at the fact until she remembered that he asked her a question.
"Oh, Ron, I'm fine. Really. Just a little annoyed from last night," After she had left Malfoy on his arse last night, she immediately went to the Gryffindor tower to get some relief from Ron. He was waiting for her on the couch, with a book wide open.
"Hermione, what happened? Do you think Malfoy will tell?" he asked rapidly.
"It's okay, Ron. He will not tell, I promised that I would do his homework for a month if he didn't, and he chose to accept it. So, everything is okay now." she said, adding in the lie quickly.
What was she supposed to tell Ron? Yes, Ron, Malfoy said he wanted to have sex with me, and I am just letting you know in case you wonder why I'll always be satisfied before we ever have sex again. Honestly! She had to come up with something until she can make Malfoy promise not to tell without it having to turn phsyical (I.e, sex).
"Good, I'm glad." he said, rubbing the sweat off his brow. Ron did tend to sweat a lot. It was pretty gross. She inwardly shuddered, and turned away, towards her dorm room at the top of the stairs.
"I'm going to sleep now. I'm so exhausted."
"Wait! I thought we could finish what we had started earlier," he said slyly. And at one point that would have gotten me to go with him, but things had changed. It nearly broke her heart that she couldn't feel more for Ron.
"Tomorrow, okay? You still have those pictures with you to help you with your problem." she headed over to where he was seated and quickly grounded against him, to get him flushed.
"'Mione, you know I''d rather have you." he quickly held her down onto his massive erection. Yes, ladies, Ron was massive, at least 8-9 inches. (A/N: There, now you know how big he is, lol.)
She got up and scooted away. She blew him a kiss, and giggled when he groaned out loud. Heading up the stairs, her smile quickly turned into a frown. What was she supposed to do?
She would figure it out tomorrow morning.
Hermione snapped out of it when she heard Ron speak.
"So, are you busy after breakfast?" Ron asked huskily.
She smiled and nodded no. Ron quickly hinted that they would meet at a different location after breakfast. Hopefully one where they don't run into twitchy little ferrets, but then who knows? Maybe he will show up then too.
Hermione quicked a glance over her shoulder and saw that Malfoy was staring right at her. No emotion played on his face, it felt odd since she was so used to Malfoy showing nothing but emotion, and not the good kind. There was always a scowl or a cruel smirk on his face, twisting it in such a way that Malfoy looked nothing but evil.
She turned around, and dug in to the toast, jelly and eggs that were present on the table. She soon forgot about Malfoy once Harry and Ginny came by and had such an animated conversation that the rest of the world cease to exist.
As soon as plate was filled with nothing but crumbs, did she finally get up. Ron got up soon after, and they made there way to the very last floor and snuck inside a tiny classroom that was rarely used in case something else occurred that made them have to occupy it.
"God, you are so sexy. Teasing me like that last night." Ron grounded out. He pushed her on to the table and immediately pushed up her skirt, and the only thing that was blocking his way from her tightness was a tiny piece of fabric, that Muggles called thongs.
"Oh, fuck Ron. Please, don't tease me. Just do it." she moaned.
"Am I always going to be interrupting these meetings?" a voice said from the opposite side of the room.
"For fuck's sake, Malfoy." Hermione all but shrieked out.
She leaped off the table, righted to her skirt, and yelled later to Ron, before pushing Malfoy out the bloody door and down the hall.
"I'm not going to sleep with you, ferr-," she said furiously, turning around.
Malfoy's lips were on hers before she could utter the word ferret.
And, oh Dear Lord.