Draco and I had been on pretty good terms lately, nothing much has happened we just sat and studied by ourselves in our rooms and occasionally talked when we were in the common room at the same time, it was quite nice. Draco had decided that he will get the tattoo done on his mothers' birthday. I thought it was really sweet and we came to the agreement that I will come if I hold his hands whilst its getting done.

That boy…

We walked to and from class together made jokes and I'd even started to talk to some of his friends. Blaise was an interesting character, Pansy on the other hand obviously liked Draco but he did not like her. I sound evil but its quite amusing to watch her get nowhere with the blond. Blaise was always asking if Ronald and I were still going strong, but I never got to answer because Draco shoved him in the shoulder and gave him the biggest death glare I'd ever seen, calling it odd would be an understatement.

Ronald hadn't been sending as many letters as normal, but I think that was just because he was helping George with the shop, it been rough without Fred… Fred.

Oh god, I miss him, he was so much more than just a friend. It was a secret, we were going to tell people once Harry won. He didn't- he didn't make it though. Don't cry Hermione, don't cry. It was absolute bullshit. He didn't deserve to die, not him, not now. Some small part of me thinks that's why I went straight to Ron, he was my friend but reminded me of him. I don't know. Sometimes, at the most random times, I'll remember him. I'm still so raw, so not ready for a relationship, so not ready to act as if I'm okay. I hate how everyone always asks if Harry is okay as if he's the only one who lost someone. I kick the wall in frustration and walk into the bathroom to wash my face, willing myself not to cry. Of course, Draco has left all his shit lying everywhere.

"DRACO!" I yell, frustrated

"what?" he yells back from his room

"GET IT HERE NOW!" he groans but soon the door opens.

"whats wrong Granger?"

"WHY CANT YOU TIDY YOUR SHIT UP! IT'S EVERYWHERE!" I cried, whipped at my face trying not to cry, I was so raw, so so raw, and I was taking out on poor Draco…

He must have noticed because his face softens, "of course Granger, sure"

Suddenly we heard a knock on the door, Draco and I both emerged from the bathroom at the sound of the door, I opened the door with him in the background. There in all his glory was standing Ronald Weasley. I gasped and hugged him as tightly as I could. I let a few stray tears run out as stands there, holding on, pretending he was Fred…

"Ron! Oh god, why haven't you been writing as often! Come on in, Draco, do you mind putting the kettle one?" I rushed out, Draco nodded sadly and went into the kitchenette.

Ron walked in looking very confused, but I shrugged it off.

"'Mione can I talk to you up in your room?" he sounded nervous. My heart starts racing, he wants to break up, oh god.

"uh yeah, uhm just a sec, I'll go tell Draco"

"why?"

"well, he just put the kettle on for us, so I just thought it would be nice," I responded rather harshly. What does he mean "why?". He's so rude at times.

When I go into the kitchenette Draco has only just begun filling up the kettle, his eyes look red, what had he been doing in here?

"uh Draco, don't worry about it, Ron wants to talk to me in my room" I didn't ask about what was wrong, I could tell he didn't want to talk because he simply nodded.

"right uh see you in a bit"

I grabbed my wand off the desk, I don't know why I just feel like something is going to go wrong. I quickly run upstairs where Ron is waiting… in only his boxers.

"R-Ron?" I stutter, I wasn't ready for this, not now, not with him. It was meant to be Fred, all this, it was meant to be with Fred.

"Hermione get on the bed"

"Pardon?"

"do it, before I make you"

"Ron, I'm not ready for that yet"

"Hermione its been almost 5 months, get on the bed now."

"no, Ron I'm leaving, and I would appreciate it if you would to" this was too much, all I can think is he's not Fred. I turn on my heel, but I feel a hand on my wrist.

"let go" I seethe

" too late," he says and throws me onto the bed, I bang my head on the headrest.

He presses his mouth up against mine and rips my shirt off, I tear my mouth away and quickly pull my wand out and mutter a quick spell that will notify the nearest person, probably Draco.

"what did you just do?" he yells

"nothing, pregnancy spell" I lie

"good girl" he mutters before tearing my pants off me.

"please Ron stop"

"no, I'm having too much fun"

I thrash under his grip and try to pull away, I continue to yell at him and cry out when I hear a knock on the door.

"WE'RE BUSY!" Ron yells

"NO! PLEASE HEL- "my scream was cut off my Ron putting a hand over my mouth and throwing my underwear to the ground.

I was crying now; the knocks get louder.

All of a sudden I feel hands hand moving its way up my thigh

"please stop! Ron, I'm not ready!"

"PRUDE! Just let me do this"

I whimper as he starts to push inside of me.

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!" I hear someone yell, my door is thrown open and there stands a very angry looking Draco Malfoy. I almost cry out in relief.

"oi Malfoy, we're busy here"

"NO STOP PLEASE!"

"SHUT UP MUDBLOOD" Ron roared.

Draco pounced, he grabbed Ron by his hair and pulled him off me. He waved his wand and muttered a spell that must have been a transportation spell because he was gone. I sat in shock, not even bothering to cover myself up. Why would Ron- how could he? I pull up to my knees and let out a cry, it sounded like Crookshanks when I accidentally step on her tail.

"Granger are you okay?"

I look at him, my eyes must have been filled with fear because he ran up to me straight away and engulfed me in a hug.

"Shh, shh its okay, he's gone. Off to Azkaban. He won't hurt you, I promise"

I bury into his chest, slightly embarrassed by my nudity but not enough to do anything about it.

"Granger, how far did he…"

"he took it, he took it away from me. My first was supposed to be something special, when I was ready, with someone else…"

"you didn't want it to be weasel?" he shook his head confused

I sighed and shake my head, not that weasel

"I don't know why not, I just don't think I felt that way about him… I'm not sure Draco" I sob even more. He holds me until the sobs turn to silent tears and then the tears turn to uneven breathes, then to normal.

I can hear his heartbeat, it's faster than usual.

"Draco?"

"Yeah, Granger?"

"why are you so nervous right now"

"well… I'm still extremely furious at Weasel but…" he trails off, scratching the back of his neck.

"but?"

"well, you're so close" I open my eyes fully and look at him, really look at him. His eyes trail down my face and to my lips, but not lower.

"I know, well Mr Malfoy, what are you going to do about that?" I ask. Both of our eyes widened in shock. I had just said that! I smile slightly, maybe Draco could help me move on from Fred, I certainly have always wondered about him, it wouldn't be too bad.

He chuckles and kisses my forehead

"I, Miss Granger, am going to let you rest and get some clothes on" he smirked "then, put the kettle on and make some tea, once that is done though, I'm going to try and clean up all of my horrible hair products"

I laugh.

"sounds good"

I went into the bathroom and washed my face, I took a quick shower. I scrubbed at my body, my mouth, my legs, my chest. Everything he touched, I scrubbed so hard that my skin went red raw. I shut off the water, and I heard Draco yell

"Granger! Teas ready, do you want me to bring it up or are you alright to come down?"

I smile, he was extremely sweet when it was just the two of us.

I'm not sure what exactly made me do it, but I ran into Draco's room, and grabbed one of his shirts out of his drawer, it was green and black. I threw it on and pulled some undies on underneath. I fit quite nicely. I ran my fingers through my slightly damp hair and walked into the common room.

Were lucky both cups of tea were on the table because when I walked into the common room, Draco dropped the book he was reading. I blushed but smirked, he raised a singular blond eyebrow at me.

"Granger."

I grab my tea and take a sip, perfect.

"yes, Draco?"

"is that my shirt"

"uh huh"

I take another sip, I moan slightly at the warmth.

He chuckles

"this is good tea Draco, you should make it for me more often"

He sits down next to me.

"Granger read to me?"

"what do you want me to read?"

"a muggle book, a good one"

"damn, no twilight then" I laugh

"what?"

"Oh, Twilight is a book series, it actually quite bad…" I trail of realising he wouldn't get the joke

"Granger, not liking a book, the world is ending."

I giggle.

"Okay, how about Hunger Games?" I ask shyly

"that sound cool"

I ran up to my room and grabbed it when I wandered downstairs he had repositioned himself on the couch, I could easily sit between his legs with my back against his chest.

So that's what I did. I read until my eyelids got heavy, that's where I fell asleep, with two mugs of half-drunk cold tea on the coffee table and me in my roommates' arms.