AN/: I'm still writing and typing this story up as fast as I can (I've almost posted all the chapters written so far)
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Hermione groaned as she woke up. She’d been having such nice dreams.
Even worse was the fact that it was Monday.
Oh, well, at least its only one more week to the Easter Holidays.
If I’m lucky I’ll get some Puking Pastilles.
I’ll get to see dad.
Her day went smoothly until lunch. Again she joined her friends for lunch and yet again she fought the daily battle of wanting to eat but denying herself.
My life revolves around every meal of the day.
Harry apologised yet again for the night before, Ron continued to glare ate her and Ginny was making eyes with Blaise for the duration of lunch.
Dean sat next top her again and she found she was thoroughly enjoying his company again.
‘How do you fancy a walk around the lake Hermione?’
‘I’d love to,’ she checked her watch ‘Oh- I’m so sorry, I’ve got an Arithmancy assignment.’
He smiled understandingly. ‘Well you are Hermione. Head always in a book. Oh well, least have some lunch.’
She piled her plate her high and while nobody was looking she vanished small pieces of vegetables on her plate in the appearance of eating. Once it looked properly picked at she gave Dean a hug and left reluctantly to the library.
She managed to write two thirds of her essay in the hope she’d be finished in time to take Dean up on his offer before someone plonked down on the table across from where she was sitting.
She sighed but didn’t look up.
‘I’ll be done with this book soon, so in the meantime, sit tight and keep your nose clean or fuck off.’
‘Tut, tut Granger, better watch that tongue of yours or I’ll have to feed you a Tongue-Tonne toffee or else occupy it by other means.’
She continued to scratch on the parchment with her quill.
‘So two little mudbloods sitting in a tree huh Granger?’
'I guess that's why Thomas can actually stand your filth, he’s just as bad. I do hope your not planning to populate us with more mudbloods.’
‘Look at me when I’m talking Granger.’
‘I’d rather not. Have you seen the mirror lately? Or can’t you stand the sigh of your face either?’
I just can’t hold my tongue.
Draco clenched his teeth but seemed pleased. ‘So you think Dean is more attractive do you? That's a bit like a Nargle saying a Crumple-Horned Snorkak is a load of pixie shit.’
‘Well, yes Malfoy. To be frank Malfoy, he’s much less pointy for one thing and you’d be surprised how much a real smile can brighten your face.’
‘I smile Granger, just never around you.’
Hermione sighed irritably and put down her book in a slow manner that seemed more threatening than words.
‘As much as I am enjoying our chat, you can borrow this book tomorrow so please take yourself and that arrogant ego bubble of yours out of here. Its not like you can read anyway.’
‘Lost your touch huh Granger. Running out of wit?’
Her eyes blared into his. ‘Does it really amuse you that much to annoy the shit out of me? I have much better things to do and if your going to hang around like some sort of fly, shoving that foul smelling cologne up my airwaves for another minute- Arggh.
She grabbed her bag and stood up.
'It happens to be a respectable Pureblood brand. Pureblood in fact. I’m sorry your mudblood nose can’t take it.’
Hermione put her nose in the air and brushed past. Malfoy grabbed her arm.
She reached for her wand, her anger rising.
I bet he’s going to call me a mudblood.
‘Mmmm, maple syrup and roses. Interesting, Granger. Does Dean know you smell so good? Or is it something only I’ve noticed?’
He let her go and she pushed him backward with all her might, storming out of the library, leaving her ink pot and un-borrowed book behind.
I hate that prat! Maple syrup and roses? As if!
She stormed up to the Gryffindor tower feeling more angry than the occasion deserved.
Now I have to do my essay tomorrow.
And he actually touched me again!
I can still fucking smell Pureblood.
Its smells so good.
To Hermione’s delight and surprise someone had managed to leave an Arithmancy book out on one of the Gryffindor tables and she managed to complete her essay, although she was still fuming.
The door burst open and Dean and Seamus burst in laughing.
Dean frowned when he saw her face. ‘What's up?’
‘Dean what do I smell like?’
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked very taken aback.
‘Er, perfumes, books, dunno Hermione. Why?’
Oh thank god.
‘Oh good, books. Books, how dull.’
‘Get that essay done?’
She nodded. ‘Not entirely satisfactory but at least I’ll be able to hand it in. I got a bit distracted in the library. Is three feet good enough.’
Seamus laughed. ‘We don’t do Arithmancy Hermione, at least in Divinations we can make stuff up.’
The three of them laughed precisely as the portrait swung open.
Seamus’ eyes seemed to bulge and he scurried up to the Gryffindor tower. Dean laughed and Harry raised an eyebrow as he walked in topless and covered in mud.
‘Bloody Peakes almost hit me in the – You know where- with a bludger. I hate having to practice at lunch but Peakes really needs its.’ He lay down his broom. ‘Why’d Seamus run off?’
Dean grinned. ‘Doesn’t like mud much. Very clean boy lately.’
Hermione furrowed her brow.
Harry blinked. ‘Oh, ok. Well, Peeves broke the taps in the change rooms. I’m off to shower.’
As soon as Harry’s back disappeared, Hermione turned to Dean.
‘What’s really up with Seamus?’
Dean grimaced. ‘If I tell you, you must absolutely not tell anyone ok? I’m only telling you because you of all people might be able to help.’
‘Oh, Ok. I promise not to tell a soul. Cross my heart and hope the library burns down?’
Dean’s mischievous smile returned.
‘Seamus, well, he er, sorta fancies boys…’
Hermione burst out laughing in disbelief.
‘Your joking? I mean that's fine and all but Seamus?’
‘Oh no, he told me in fourth year, he thought Cedric was a spunk. He was pretty reluctant to tell me but I guess he decided he could trust me, his best mate of four years. Besides it would have been pretty tricky to explain the copy of Wizards and Wands under his bed.’
Hermione’s eyes widened. ‘Wizards and – you know, now that I think of it, I’ve never seen Seamus with a girl. I must admit it’s a shock but how can I help?’
Dean’s grin widened impossibly big. ‘Seamus fancies Harry.’
Hermione fell off the lounge.
‘Ssshhh, keep your voice down. Yes, Harry. He’s fancied him for a while now. Most of the time he hides it well but I dunno I’m guessing the sight of Harry all topless and dirty is a nice sight that was sprung on him unprepared.’
‘Right I can only tell you this. I’m not sure if Harry is gay or whatever but I do know that what really matters to Harry is if they like him for him or not for his scar.’
Dean’s eyes twinkled. ‘Well, spending six years in the same dorm. I think he likes him for him… He hated fighting with Harry when no one believed him about You-Know-Who… As for you my lady…’
Dean leaned in and stole a kiss. Hermione was still chuckling when Harry returned from upstairs clean and in uniform.
‘Right we’ve got potions in five minutes. I’m sure Snape will be pleasant to me today.’
Seamus emerged from behind him and snorted. ‘Right sure he will. If pleasant is the new term to mean likely to poison your evening meal.’
Hermione sighed exasperated. ‘Hasn’t anyone ever read-’
The bell rang. Dean gave Hermione a hug. ‘See you at dinner.’
As Hermione and Harry walked towards the dungeons Harry seemed irritable.
‘Peakes is shocking you know. At least he’s nicer than McLaggen. You know, I don’t even know why I still take this wretched class… Malfoy and Snape combined in one lesson. I guess I really want to be an Auror. Silly though seeing as Voldemort’s gone and all….’
Hermione groaned. ‘I hate Malfoy.’ She clenched her fist. ‘I really do. Brainless twerp tried to tell me today that I smell like roses and maple syrup.’
Harry seemed to barely be paying attention but still replied absentmindedly.
‘You do smell like roses and maple syrup Hermione. Well that and ink.’
Harry stopped walking, seemingly realising what he’d just said. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
‘Why did he say that? How did he know that? I only know that because I’ve been hanging around with you for so long…’ he paused. ‘Has that imbecile been bothering you?’
Yes, yes he has.
‘Only distracting me while I try to work. Its ok though the more he distracts me the longer he has to wait to borrow whatever book I’m using that he wants.’
This time Hermione hesitated. ‘You don’t fancy Ginny anymore do you?’
Harry furrowed his brow. ‘Not anymore no… going out was amazing but as you very well know in the end we realised we were, I dunno too in love to ruin iy. I’m sure Ginny’s has tried to explain it multiple times. Doesn’t mean we don’t you know…hug and stuff.
'She’s a free spirit, you know that as well as I do.’
Hermione smirked. ‘Harry, I know you said that you only wanted to date people who loved you for you, does that include, er, boys?’
Harry shifted his weight. He was silent for a few moments and then replied quite seriously.
‘If there is anything I’ve learnt in these past few years, its that love happens between people of any age, race, blood or sex. It doesn’t matter as long as the love is there.’
Pureblood wafted to her nose.
‘There’s one thing for sure… I’ll never love Malfoy.’
She glowered at him as he passed.
Harry shrugged as they entered potions.
Halfway through the lesson Hermione noticed that Blaise was missing.
She sniggered to herself.
It’s a strange relationship but somehow it makes sense, Harry and Seamus sounds stranger.
She sniggered again. Draco glanced at her and then at Blaise’s empty seat and then smiled at her in a mocking way all-knowing way.
She hoisted her eyebrow and stared defiantly back in challenge.
‘Know where the She-Weasel is?’ he mouthed nastily.
She smiled serenely.
‘Oh yes.’ She mouthed back crossing her legs under the table, deciding to have some fun. ‘I’m joining them after.’
Draco slammed down his potions book, knocking over his jar of Bowtruckle nails which shattered on the floor loudly.
Hermione was happy to see that at least Ron was walking with her and Harry, it gave her at least some sense of normality.
Harry was in a good mood now. ‘Did you see Draco shatter his jar of Bowtruckle nails? Classic. Snape couldn’t give him a good mark even if he’d wanted to.’
Hermione smirked as Harry glanced at her. ‘You had something to do with it Hermione?’
She waved her hand. ‘Maybe.’
Dinner tonight was a delicious assortment of roasts and puddings.
Hermione felt her resolve loosening. Harry was looking at her as she took a single bite of her roast pork swallowed it guiltily and put her fork down.
When she still hadn’t touched anything after 10 minutes she felt Harry lean towards and he spoke quietly into he ear.
She jumped completely caught by surprise, she made a strangled noise, composed herself and replied in a calm voice.
He laughed. ‘Oh yeah?’ She nodded. He frowned once again. ‘Just eat lots of vegies to make up for it ok? Your already looking a bit thinner.’
Her heart skipped a beat. A bit thinner?
She smiled excitedly.
‘No Malfoy , I swear to fucking Merlin, calm down you great ass! Why does it even matter?’
People were beginning to look at Malfoy and Zabini. Malfoy sent them a red faced glare and they turned away.
Ginny plonked down beside them. ‘What was that about?’
Hermione shrugged. ‘No idea. Where have you been ?’
Ginny’s mind was racing. Blaise was such a good kisser. It was no surprise that she was craving him again.
Unfortunately he was a Slytherin, he’d gotten her out of her system, she wasn’t about to get a place on his rotating schedule.
What they had was well worth it however, it almost irked her that the only person she could really trust with it all was Hermione and she had a feeling she wasn’t being fully trusted in return.
She wanted dearly to gossip with other girls as well, she loved Hermione but it wasn’t the same.
Blaise was exceptional in the kissing department. Much smoother than any boy she’d met so far, much less loving than Harry had ever been (Harry was strictly a friend now). Herself and Blaise were definitely love free, they’d both had an itch and they’d scratched it.
She sighed as she headed towards charms. Blaise would be in potions, possibly reminiscing the night before.
There was wolf whistle from her left. She blinked and without looking back she flipped whomever it was off.
A hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, lips came crashing down on her own.
Within seconds Ginny had them pushed against the wall, wand at their throat.
‘Your temper matches your hair Weasley. Now kiss me before I change my mind.’
She lowered her wand, her lips and her hands.
His voice was breathless. ‘I want you buried much deeper before I get you out.’
‘I’d like you buried deeper as well Mr. Zabini. I’ve got plans for you yet… Shouldn’t you be in potions anyway?’
‘Of course, I’m sure you too have a lesson right now? But you know what? They really don’t teach us enough sex education at this school…’
She laughed. ‘Ever heard of the room of requirement?’
AN/: Sorry about the line. Editing errors and I didn't have time to fix.
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