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Chapter 6 - Heartless

When Draco opened the door of the tower, he didn't see Hermione and Ginny and couldn't hear any noise. 'They are probably sleeping' he thought for himself, looking to the clock in the living room. He walked towards the kitchen, filling a glass with water. He drank it immediately, but he continued with the glass on his right hand, while his mind flew to his mom. Draco was breaking the promise he made to his mother; to write her everyday. It has been two days since he wrote the last letter to her, and he felt a huge guilty in his chest.

Some noise coming from the living room made him woke up from his thoughts. His body started to shake, and he wondered why in hell was he so afraid of what was in the living room. With his right hand, he grabbed his wand and hide it behind his back. Then he took some steps towards the kitchen door and that's when he saw them again. 'Of course it had to be them...'

"What the hell are you two doing?" he asked, his voice shaking. He cleared his throath and looked at them with the usual cold look.

"I'm sorry if we bothered you," Granger started to talk, obviously amused. Draco wondered if she was drunk, because she couldn't stop laughing at Ginny. 'No... this is Granger, she doesn't do nothing wrong "But I believe we need to talk"

"And why would I talk to you when I have better things to do?" It was a lie. Draco had nothing to do, but he would rather go to his room and sleep, than stay there and listen to what Granger and the Weaslette had to say.

"Because..." Hermione grabbed something hidden behind her, and shook it in the air "I think you would like to."

Draco couldn't believe. They have been going through his stuff; through... his trophies. He let go a smirk for naming trophies after the lingerie of some girls he had slept with. And, when he returned his gaze to Granger and Weaslette, he was glad that he let go of that smirk unconsciously, because now they looked scared.

"That's a piece of fabric, Granger. What the hell are you pretending to do with that?" he asked, walking towards them.

Hermione kept quiet, studying Malfoy. It was supposed for him to be scared! She was going to tell the whole school about his... collection, and she didn't see not even a little bit of fear in his eyes. His posture was relaxed. He couldn't care less. She was so mad now.

"I'm going to tell," she chewed on her bottom lip, gazing at him "To the whole school! The girls... they will not want to sleep with you after they know that you have this stupid collection on your stupid bedroom!" Hermione shout, now getting really mad. Why wasn't this working? Why was he acting like he doesn't care? He has to care! She has to prove him that she can be mean too!

Draco thought for a while in Granger's words. Maybe she was right, maybe the girls in that school will not want to sleep with him after knowing that. Maybe another day it would matter for him, but not today. He had won against Gryffindor, and he couldn't feel better. Not even Granger trying to get to his nerves would make him lose his mind. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and shoved one hand into his pocket.

"You can do it, but let me tell you this. Guys are going to think I'm the best. I mean... guys are all pigs, isn't that what all the girls say?" Draco smirked "And if you are really going to tell the girls too, you are making me a favour. They can really be a pain in the ass after spending a night in paradise... with me. So, it's okay if you do it." Draco studied Granger's expression for a moment. She was obviously trying to know if he was telling the truth or not, so he made the most casual expression he could. Yes, he didn't want her to go out in the halls screaming that he was a pig because he kept some lingerie of girls he had slep with it. And there were some lonely nights, that only a desperate girl would cure his... boredoom.

"I'll give you some credit for that plan. It could be a good plan, if you thought about it for a second. You would realize that it only good things come back to me with that... announcement. Is that the right word to use?" he teased her a little bit more.

Hermione's mouth worked, but only noises came out. She was so angry. She thought, for a second, that it could really work out; that she would have Malfoy by her feet. But no, because he is a freakin' heartless guy. She felt a hand on her shoulder, a pale hand that belongs to Ginny "Come on Hermione, let's go sleep." she muttered. Hermione realized for the tone of her voice that she was disappointed too.

Hermione walked a few steps foward. She was now face to face with Malfoy, and just the thought that he was breathing the same air as her so close from her face made her sick. She grabbed the piece of fabric in her hand, now closed in a fist and she hit him on the chest with that "You are a pig," she mutters, turning her back on him and entering her room.

Once she was inside it, Draco smiled and look at the fabric in his hands. He sat in the couch for a while, still staring at the blue bra in his hands, thinking of what just happened. He extinguished the fire in the fireplace and walked towards his bedroom. Once he was in there, he walked over his bathroom to find the lingerie all spread in the floor. He grabbed his wand and muttered some spell that made the lingerie disappear.

He lay on his bed, and gazed at the ceiling. Somehow, what Granger tried to do and the words she whispered close to him made him feel bad; not because she was trying to make him feel scared, but because he never thought how... bad it was to keep those lingerie. What Granger did made him think, and he hated to admit it, even if he was only admiting it for himself.

Dear Hermione,

How are things going on there? I hope you are doing fine. I don't even need to ask you about your grades, because I know you are smart enough to bring some good ones! We all miss you here, and sometimes I want to go to Hogwarts and bring you home. We miss you so much, sweetheart.

Your dad has been working on your new room. He said it is a surprise so I'm not allowed to say what's going on in there. He doesn't let me enter the room much, but the times I've seen it, I can say it's working perfectly. He doesn't say it a lot, but I know he misses you too. I see him looking at your pictures a few times, when he thinks I'm not in the same room as him. I loves you so much, and so do I.

But I guess we have to wait until Christmas, is that right? Ugh... I guess we need to wait a few more weeks. Two months, exactly (yes, I've been counting the days). I just hope that everything is going out fine there and that you are fine too. Say something, tell us some news!

I love you Hermione, forever and always.

Love,

Mom (& dad).

Hermione smiled at the letter, with tears in her eyes. She didn't want to start crying in the Great Hall. So she looked up to the ceiling and only looked down when she was sure that she wasn't going to cry. She misses her mom and dad so much that it hurts. Those nights where she cried, the only thing that would make the night better was having her mother right by her side, combing Hermione's hair with her fingers, singing some silly songs that her mother used to sang to her when she was a little baby.

"You alright, Mione?" Harry asked, looking with a worried expression.

"Yes, everything's fine. I received a letter from my mother. You know... feelings," she smiled, and nodded "Do you know where's Ron?" she asked, trying to change the subject. She wasn't feeling like talking about her mother, because it only hurts.

"I'm sorry, no. I've seen him since last night here on the Great Hall." Harry shrugged.

She didn't say nothing. Since the game ended the previous day, Ronald has been acting weirder than usually. Deep down, Hermione knows that yesterday when he said he was tired and go off to bed, that wasn't really the reason. But she ignored it, because maybe it was all in her head; maybe Ron was really tired and went to sleep. Or maybe he was just ignoring her, because he was still mad at her.

"Good morning," some squeaky voice came from behind her. When Hermione turned to see who it was, she just regreted her option "Do you know where Ron is? I need to talk with him." Lavender said in that usual annoying voice, that made Hermione's ears bleed.

"No, I don't." Hermione looked at her with disdain "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

"Fine," Lavender muttered, with a hand on her forehead "Just don't speak too loud, like you were doing. And... when you see Ron, tell him that I need to talk with him."

Hermione watched Lavender going away and then grinned madly. Yesterday she had been drinking, that was for sure. But what was really concerning Hermione was the fact that she wanted to talk with Ron... her boyfriend. That was making her feel jealous and angry at the same time.

Once they were done with their breakfeast, they decided to go outside and enjoy the sunny day. The sun decided to come out, but it was still freezing.

"Hey guys," Ron appeared near them, with sleepy eyes. Hermione felt her heart beating fast and looked up to see her boyfriend with one hand on his forehead.

"Good morning to you too," Hermione crossed her arms against her chest and kept looking at him "We need to talk"

"Hermione... please, I just woke up." Ron moaned, whimpering.

"Ron, please, I don't care." Hermione said. Then she raised from her seat and started to talk. Ron stood on his place and looked at his friends.

"Should I... Should I be carefull?" he asked and Ginny and Harry both nodded. Ron sighed and followed Hermione. Once they were away from their friends and nearby people, Hermione turned to face him.

"Well, guess who came to me asking for you." Hermione tried to contain her nerves. She didn't care if she was crossing the line by being so severe with him, especially after the discussion they had the other day and made Ron really angry with her. But now was her turn to feel really mad, since his ex asked for him. Ron shrugged and waited for Hermione to answer her own question "Lavender."

Ron's face went totally vague. He swallowed tightly and let the hand that he has been holding in his forehead, fall "What... what did she say?" he asked.

"She just said that she needed to talk to you." Hermione chewed on her bottom lip. Something was not right, and she could feel it on her chest "Do you know what she may want to say?"

Ron shook his head, quickly. He felt his blood boiling in his veins, and he saw that Hermione was afraid just by the look in his eyes "No..." his voice was hoarse "But if you don't mind I'm going to talk with her now and... then I'll say to you what she wanted, alright?"

Hermione looked at her boyfriend for awhile. She then nodded, looking down her feet and chewed on her bottom lip "Alright." was the only thing she was capable of saying.

"I'll be right back" he gave her a little gentle kiss on her forehead and when she raised her head to gaze at him, he was already gone. She walked towards where her friends were, slowly, debating on her head what could happen.

When Ron, later, returned to where his friends were, he was not himself. His head was down, he was constantly spacing out, not giving attention to his friends. His head was racing, and the only thing he wanted to do was go to his room and be there for the rest of his life.

"Ron?" Harry called, snapping his fingers in front of Ron's face "Ron!" he yelled. Ron shook his head and looked at Harry.

"Uh, yeah?"

"What the hell man, you have being acting in a weird way since yesterday," Harry gave him a pat on the shoulder "Everything alright with Hermione?"

"Yeah, I think so" Ron muttered, gazing at his feet while they were walking towards the Gryffindor tower "We are having a bad time, just that."

"Well Hermione was a bit sad today. Maybe you should go talk to her" Harry nodded "Girls like when guys go talk with them about their feelings."

"I'm not that good at being a boyfriend like you are, Harry" Ron smirked "I'm not good at talking about feelings, actually."

"You just have to show that you care, and let her do all the talk. Then, you say some comforting words and that's it. You'll see, just try it."

Ron thought about it for a while. It was not a bad idea, but if he was going to really do it, he would be a hypocrite for reasons that he only knew. But he would accept the advice for his bestfriends.

"I'm going to do it," Ron nodded "I'm going to talk to her now."

"She's on her tower," Harry said when Ron turned his back on him.

Hermione was on the kitchen, making herself some dinner since she wasn't in the mood of going to the Great Hall and talk with people. Malfoy was on the living room, reading some book, occupying the whole couch. Hermione had thought to go sit in there, just to annoy him, but she wasn't in the mood for that either. She just wanted to eat her dinner and go to bed.

"Having fun?" she heard Malfoy say. She jumped on her place and looked at him, by the kitchen door.

"Yeah, so much fun." she said, through greeted teeths.

Malfoy kept quiet for a while and then started giggling. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 'What now?' she asked to herself, before turning to him. He was biting a bit of his finger, and giggling at her. She placed a hand on her waist and the other on the counter.

"May I know why are you laughing?" she asked, obviously annoyed.

"Nothing, nothing." Malfoy said raising his hands in a defensive way "Well, nothing that you know... yet."

"What do you mean?" she pinched her eyebrows with curiosity. But then she remembered herself that she was only making Malfoy's ego higher "I don't care."

"You don't care now," Malfoy shrugged "You will care later."

"Maybe in another life." she muttered, ignoring him. She placed her food in a plate and sat in the table. Malfoy was still by the door but she acted like he didn't even exist. She took a bite from the fried chicken she made and looked around the kitchen, just focusing in ignoring Malfoy.

Draco, in the other hand, wasn't feeling like he was done. He knew something about her that she didn't even know, and that was way to precious to go to waste. 'You made fun of me earlier, I'm going to make fun out of you now'.

"That's so rude of you, making dinner just for you and not to your roommates too." he giggled, enjoying to watch her trying to ignore him.

"As far as I know, I only have one roommate. You. And there is no way in hell that I'm going make dinner for you. You have plenty of food on the Great Hall in half an hour." she stated, not looking at him in the eye. She bit another piece of food.

"That's rude."

"You are rude." Hermione gave him a fake smile without showing her teeth, and continued to chew her food.

"Oh Granger, if only you knew..." he faked a sigh and shook his head slowly. She let her fork fall on the plate, making noise. She closed her hands into fists and slammed them in the table.

"Knew what, Malfoy? Say it, for Merlin's sake! I'm tired of hearing you." she roared and looked at him. He just grinned and that made her blood boil with nerves "You are so stupid."

"Don't be so mean to me, Granger. When you end up all alone, I may be the only company you will have." Malfoy stated with a grin. He was just saying those things to make her upset because he really liked to see her that angry, knowing that he was the reason.

She laughed, "You wish!". Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and Malfoy went sit on the couch. When she walked by him to go open the door, he started laughing again "Shut it, Malfoy! Stop laughing!" she yelled.

When she opened the door, a gasp came out of her mouth "Ronald? What are you doing here?" for that she wasn't expecting.

Malfoy's eyes were opened wide. He straightened his body on the couch so he could see the Weasel by his door. 'He looks so... miserable' Draco thought, and smiled with satisfaction 'I hope he is going to confess his sins' he grinned.

Hermione heard Malfoy grinning and closed her eyes, bitting her lip. She had to control herself, or she was going to jump on the couch and punch him.

"I'm sorry for showing up without letting you know," Ron muttered, scratching his neck "But I really need to talk to you"

"Yes, of course. Tell me," she grabbed his hand stroked it. Ron looked to her hands around his, and took a deep breah. 'No, I can't do it' he said to himself.

"I-I... I just wanted to make sure you know that I love you." was the only thing that came out of his mouth. Apparently, it made Hermione happy because she smiled.

"Oh, Ron! I love you too, honey" she grinned and hugged him. Ron hugged her back, thinking that he was such a coward.

Draco, in the couch, shook his head and grinned. 'What a pair of clowns... what a liar'. He knew too much.

The night before

He blinked his eyes a few times, not believing what his eyes were seeing. He bite his bottom lip and shoved his hands on his pockets. She smiled, above his bed, with her hands playing with her own hair.

"Are you going to stay there or are you going to help me undress?" she hummed a soft voice. He walked towards her and started to kiss her neck. Then he pulled her dress and threw it to the floor. He stopped for a minute to admire her body only with a bra and knickers on. She started to unbotton his pants and they falled to the ground. She pulled his t-shirt and threw it to the floor, kissing his chest.

He was sitting on the bed and she pushed him to lay in it, to then sit above him. She kissed his lips, and then his neck, pouring kisses along his chest.

"I've missed you, Ron-ron" she said in a soft voice and Ron smirked.

"Me too Lavender" he muttered before his mouth made a shape of a perfect O.

A/N: I'm so glad I'm finally over with this thing! Yes, Ron cheated on Hermione with Lavender; and Draco knows about it! I'm sorry if this is weird but I had to do it. And I'm sorry if the chapter is too short. Thanks for everything! Review!