AN1: Okay, guys, I'm going to be real with you. Junior year is extremely busy. I don't know how often I'll update. Please, please, continue to review. I promise, I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS STORY. I WILL get to at least one hundred chapters. Okay? I don't know how long it will take, but I will do it.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. But the plot bunny is. Hehe.
SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SHORTNESS!
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Hermione remembered once in fifth year how she had accused Ron of having the emotional range of a teaspoon. They had laughed at his expense then. But now, two years later, it wasn't all that funny. Maybe, I too have the emotional range of a teaspoon. The Gryffindor thought as she scurried down towards the kitchens. I didn't think that it was possible to feel this many emotions at once. She was tired and she was confused. A sudden strong wave of emotion hit her and she almost fell back at the unexpected burst of new feelings she didn't realize that she had been feeling at the moment: angry, depressed, sad, betrayed and alone.
It was all Ginny's fault. Maybe not the tired part, but everything else certainly was caused by her. It was all over something as simple as a boy. Hermione had thought that she was above such petty fighting, but apparently not. All it took was to see Ginny—the one who used to be one of her most trusted friends—sucking face with the boy that Hermione currently was taken with. Not taken as in, in a relationship, but taken with as in smitten.
If Hermione wanted to be honest with herself—which at the moment, she didn't—than it wasn't really Ginny's fault. She hadn't known of Hermione's feelings for Seamus, ergo, she didn't consider it a capital offense to their friendship to be kissing him. And it wasn't just the fact that she had been kissing Seamus; Hermione was also thinking of Harry. It was completely obvious that Harry was totally in love with Ginny, and even Ginny herself knew it. Why she was kissing Seamus then when Harry was so much more her type was beyond Hermione.
It was because of all of this that Hermione decided to sneak out after curfew and visit the kitchens to get brownies. It was something she always did when at home. When sad, make brownies. And if she couldn't make them herself, house-elves were the next best thing. (Even though she still believed in S.P.E.W., she felt that this was an emergency).
Half an hour later, Hermione emerged from the kitchen, a smile on her face and a plate of three brownies in her hand. Depressed or not, she had to watch her figure—the ball was coming up! Greedily, she devoured the two brownies. She was about to take a bite of her last one when an obnoxious voice stopped the brownie, mid bite to her lips.
"Hey, Granger, wanna give me a brownie?"
Hermione turned around at the sound the voice and rolled her eyes when she saw Draco. "Not a chance, Malfoy. What are you doing out past curfew anyway? I'm a head student and I could get you in trouble."
"Blaise is a head too, and he mentioned to me that heads also have to abide by a curfew."
Hermione flushed. She didn't expect him to be that knowledgeable. "Sod off."
"Not until you give me a brownie."
"No," she said stubbornly. "These are my brownies, go get your own."
"There's still one on the plate."
Acting quite out of character, Hermione shoved the brownie in her mouth and ate three-quarters of it slowly, smacking her lips and tantalizing him with the chocolate-y goodness. "Oops, that was my last one. Too bad, Malfoy."
She spoke with smears of chocolate remaining on her lips.
He scoffed. "You think that's going to stop me?" He stepped closer to her and she raised her eyebrows as if daring him to make a move. Without even a moment's hesitation, he covered her lips with hers and successfully removed the chocolate that had been left there. Hermione was dumbstruck. She hadn't actually expected him to do that.
He licked his lips which were curved upward into a smirk. "I always get what I want." Draco paused and leaned in again to place his mouth on hers, his tongue gliding over her lips. Automatically, her lips parted and their tongues clashed. She relished in the rich aftertaste of chocolate mixed with the exquisite taste of his mouth.
Hermione smiled and placed her lips on his again, reveling in the marvelous taste. Going to get brownies was definitely the best idea she had ever had.
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EESH...that was a short and sad excuse for a chapter. Sorry, guys!!
AN2:Okay, guys, I'm going to be real with you. Junior year is extremely busy. I don't know how often I'll update. Please, please, continue to review. I promise, I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS STORY. I WILL get to at least one hundred chapters. ((As long as you guys continue to review.)) Okay? I don't know how long it will take, but I will do it.
The reviews for last chapter were...not as great as they have been. Please, everyone review! It's my motivation to put off homework and write!! Okay?