“Hermione, you do realize you look like a dead rat, right?” Ginny asked as she took a seat next to Hermione on the bed.
“What a nice thing to tell a friend.” Hermione said sarcastically without looking up, keeping her eyes glued to her book.
Ginny groaned and rolled her eyes with annoyance. “Oh come off it! You still have four weeks to finish that book, it can wait. The conversation we’re about to have can’t wait.” She said as she grabbed the book out of her friends hand and tossing it behind her carelessly.
“How’s talking about me looking like a dead rat more important than an assignment!” Hermione yelled.
“Hermione, I’m talking about something else.”
Hermione groaned and crossed her arms across her chest. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Malfoy and you . . . how’s it going?” She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“Are you serious? Good?” Ginny asked with bewilderment.
“Oh come on! When you two are together, there’s so much sexual tension between you two it’s not even funny!”
“We do not have sexual tension between us!” Hermione protested with wide eyes.
“That’s what you two make together—sexual tension.” She explained and smirked. “You two shared a hot kiss two nights ago and you’re telling me nothing happened today?”
“All we did was talk and make fun of each other the last two days. Nothing exciting happened.”
“Damn …” She muttered under her breath and pouted. “I was so sure something would’ve happened. I mean, come on! You two kissed for goodness sakes!”
“I know but obviously, the kiss was nothing.”
“Is that what you feel?”
“You think the kiss was nothing?”
“Because it didn’t mean anything. We were both just cold and wet and it was just the spur of the moment.” She lied to her friend and looked away as she cooled down a bit.
Ginny caught her slightly turning red and hid a smile. “How’s the bet going? The loser has to kiss the winner, am I correct?”
Hermione shot her friend a glare and groaned. “You just love teasing me, don’t you?”
“It’s my favorite thing to do.” She responded with a laugh. “So, how’s the bet going? Who’s winning?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“No, Ginny, you can wait until the bet’s over.” She said with a smirk as she got up. “You just need to wait three more days.” She taunted her friend and sighed. “I’m going to shower.”
“I hope you drown.”
“I love you, too.” Hermione laughed as she shook her head.
“Are you going to meet up with Malfoy after?” Ginny asked her last question of the day.
“Possibly.” She told her friend and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
“Zabini better have gotten some information on Malfoy.” Ginny muttered under her breath as she got up, leaving the room.
. . . . . .
Meanwhile . . .
“Come on, mate, spit it out.”
“Spit what out?” Malfoy asked with an irritated look as he looked at his friend.
“Anything happening between you and Granger?” He asked his friend with a grin, waiting for an answer.
“No.” He replied in a monotone voice as he blinked at his friend.
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
“How can nothing happen? You two kissed, I mean, shouldn’t you be doing something?”
“Well, I am.” Draco explained as he raised both eyebrows. “Why are you so curious about this?”
“Well, it’s part of the plan isn’t it? Make her fall in love with you?” Blaise quickly covered up as he cleared his throat, crossed his arms across his chest and intently staring at his friend.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows for a second, suspicious of his friend. “Right . . . the plan . . .” He said and sighed. “Well, if you really want to know . . . come here.” He motioned his friend over with secretive eyes.
“What is it?” Blaise asked as he walked over to his friend, leaning in.
Draco smirked and smacked his friend upside the head. “Quit being a nosy, annoying prick.”
“OW!” Blaise yelled as he jumped back, rubbing his head. “What the hell was that for?”
“Must I repeat myself again? That was for being a nosy, annoying prick.”
“How was I being a nosy, annoying prick?”
“You want to know everything about my life. Look, Zabini, I know you’re in love with me but please, let’s not look too obsessed, okay?” He asked his friend sincerely with a smirk as he got up from his bed, walking over to the bathroom.
“Look who the prick is now.”
“You’re right, you’re the sick bastard.”
“Right you are, Zabini.”
“So you’re just going to shut me out?”
“But, you’ll tell me who wins the bet, right?” Blaise asked with disbelief.
“Maybe, I’ll have to think about it.” Draco replied and frowned. “It depends whether I think you’re a prick or not on that day. I’m going to take a shower, don’t follow me inside.” He teased his friend with a wink as he walked in.
“Damn bastard . . .” Blaise muttered under his breath with a frown as he walked out of the room. There, he met Ginny sitting on the couch. “He’s a sick bastard. He won’t tell me anything.” He said to her as he sat down next to her.
“Hermione’s keeping her mouth shut for once about something.” Ginny responded and scowled. “Those two are just perfect for each other! They’re both so secretive about their love life. I mean, we’re the ones who pushed them towards each other and what do we get? A slam in the face.” She complained as she pouted.
“If you put it that way . . .” Blaise said as he looked off into space. “They’re treating us like dirt. We invented them and they ignore us.”
“Exactly.” Ginny said and sighed as she let out an exasperated sigh. “Whatever, they’re going to kiss anyways in three days so I’m done. I’m going to quit worrying about them and have nice dates with my boyfriend.” She said as she got off.
“And I will go out and have nice dates with—“ His eyes widened at his mistake and quickly covered it up with a small laugh. “—with myself . . . me, myself, and I.”
“So you do have a girlfriend!” Ginny exclaimed excitedly as she pointed a finger at him accusingly.
“What? Where did you get that silly idea?” Blaise asked nervously as he got up, walking towards the door.
“What’s her name?” She asked with a grin on her face.
“My what? What’s that? I don’t have one. Impossible. Girlfriend? HA!” He rambled on and on as he quickly walked out of the door.
“No, tell me!” She yelled after him as she ran after him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ginny glared at him and let out a low growl. “Fine, but mark my words, Zabini, I will find her. And when I do . . .” She said with a dangerous smirk—almost as cold as Malfoy’s.
Blaise felt a deep shock run through his body. He was truly afraid of the ginger in front of him. “When you do . . .?”
“You’ll see.” Ginny said as she flashed him a big grin. “Have fun with her.” She waved and walked off.
Blaise furrowed his eyebrows and gulped. “Oh hell . . .” He muttered and sighed. “Have fun my arse! It’s a living hell . . .”
. . . . . .
Hermione finished up her three foot long essay for Potions and set it aside. “Are you done?” She asked as she leaned across the table to find a bored Draco writing lazily on the parchment.
“Yes.” He replied in a monotone voice as he stared at her. “You’re killing me, here”
“Well, if I had my wand, we could actually be sneaking off to Hogsmeade but no, somebody won’t give it back.”
“I gave you back your bra, didn’t I?”
“I want my wand back more than my bra.”
Draco groaned and sunk down in his seat with a frown. “Just use my wand.”
“Well fine, I don’t care. We don’t have to go to Hogsmeade.”
“Actually, we do. I need to buy Christmas presents for my friends and . . . you need to buy presents for your friends.”
“Well, that’s your problem, not mine.”
“What about Zabini? He’s your friend and I’m sure he’ll want a gift from you.”
“He has everything he needs! He’s got the looks, the money, the broomsticks, the clothes, everything!”
Hermione lowered her gaze on him and kicked him from under the table. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate something from you.”
Draco groaned in pain as he bit his lip back. “No, I’m sure he doesn’t.” He said as he kicked her back just as hard. Hermione groaned in response and shot him a glare. He simply smirked at her and sighed. “You started it.”
“Oh, way to be mature, Malfoy.”
Draco shrugged his shoulder and leaned in towards Hermione, resting both elbows on top of the table. “You need to get me a Christmas present.”
“Fine, what do you want? A new personality? Perhaps a new ego?” She snapped at him as she made a face.
“No, I want to change something between us.”
“What is that?” Hermione asked as she stared at him intently.
“I think we should start dropping the last names.”
“You want me to call you by your first name?”
“Well, that is my name, isn’t it?”
“And you want to call me by my first name?”
“Yes, that’s your name, isn’t it?” He mocked her as he rolled his eyes.
“But, I’ve never even said your first name before.”
“Don’t you remember? You called me Draco when I got hit by that bludger. You were concerned.”
Hermione nodded and pursed her lips. “Oh, I remember that.” She said with disappointment. “Okay, fine, let’s start addressing each other by our first names.”
“Why do you want to do it, Mal--Draco?” She asked him with a fake grin.
“Well, Gra—Hermione, I just thought since we’re great friends now . . . we could start calling each other properly.”
“This is going to take a lot of practice.”
“Yes it is.”
Hermione sighed and stared at him. “Well, I’ve been thinking . . . we’re always up at the Astronomy tower together every night but it’s risky because anyone can walk in on us talking.” She said and licked her lips. “So, I was thinking, we could move our night talks to the . . .”
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“Actually, yes.” Hermione said with a grin. “You want to do that?”
“Sure. I mean, our friends know about us being friends so it wouldn’t matter much and they’ll be asleep.”
“We’ll start tomorrow night.” She told him with a smug grin. “We’ll go directly there after dinner.”
“Sounds great.” He replied briskly. “I have something to announce again.”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember when we kissed?”
“How could I not? You remind me every single second we’re together.” She let out an exasperated sigh.
“Well, obviously it’s for a reason.”
“No, we are not going to kiss again.” She told him strictly as she grabbed her book. “We’re friends.” She told him and got up, putting the book back.
“Friends? We can be one of those . . . friends with benefits.” He complained as he got up, too, following Hermione.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she shoved her book back into the empty space. She turned around and looked at him. “No.”
“Why should we?” She asked him as she placed a hand on her hip, waiting for an answer.
“You fancy me. I’m doing you a favor.”
“Ha! Get off your high horse. I do not fancy you.”
“Then what’s the problem? We can kiss and you can tell me if you felt something and if you don’t . . . then we’ll just be friends.” He said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
“If we kiss . . . right now, will you drop it and never mention it again?”
“If you don’t feel anything, then yes.” He said with a smirk.
Hermione stared at him long and hard. She bit her bottom lip back and debated whether she should agree or not.
“If I don’t feel anything from the kiss . . .”
“I will never mention it again and I’ll give you back your wand.” He added as he stared at her.
“No.” She finally said after a while and started to walk away when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. “No, Draco.” She told him and pulled herself away from him. “We should really get going; Madam Pince was generous enough to let us stay this late here.” She explained and grabbed her book bag.
“Just one kiss.” Draco pushed a bit more as he grabbed his own book bag, walking beside her.
“You must fancy me a lot since you want to kiss me so much.” She said with disbelief. “You are so persistent.” She told him with a sigh as she continued to walk back to their dorm.
“I am persistent and maybe it’s because I actually do fancy you.” He told her as he looked down at her while walking.
“What?” She asked with shocked eyes.
“Maybe I fancy you.”
“Maybe?” She repeated again slowly, still a bit shocked. Now, they were in front of the portrait. She quickly muttered the password and in they walked.
“Maybe.” He replied back as they stood in front of the fireplace together.
Hermione was right about to decline the offer again when he suddenly snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. “Draco, no.”
“Hermione.” He said smoothly with a smirk and Hermione had to admit, it made her swoon a bit.
“Yes.” He said as he slowly leaned in.
“No.” She repeated and pushed him off. She sighed and shook her head.
“Don’t I deserve a goodnight kiss?” Draco asked as he groaned. “I’m getting very tired. I need some sleep but I don’t think I can sleep until I get a goodnight kiss.” He whined.
“I don’t think so.” She responded with a smirk.
“I think I do.” Draco said as he took a step forward. He held onto her wrists and smirked as he leaned in.
“I said n—“
She wasn’t able to finish her sentence when she suddenly heard a voice.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Ron asked angrily through his teeth. Hermione and Draco had been too busy with each other that they didn’t even realize the portrait door opened.
Hermione immediately pushed Draco away from her and cleared her throat. She saw Draco frown and heard him mutter a few things. She frowned when she saw Ron glaring at Draco. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t come back here anymore.”
“I was going to apologize about what I said to you but I found you two instead.” He replied bitterly as he finally stared at Hermione with disgust. “Are you dating him now?”
Hermione lightly scoffed as she heard his words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had to get your permission to hang out with people.”
“That’s not it. It’s Draco Malfoy, Hermione. He’s our enemy.” Ron tried to reason. “I thought you were just taking care of him, but I guess—“
“Draco and I are friends now, if you haven’t noticed but wait—you wouldn’t have because you were probably too busy eating Lavender’s face.” She stated and sighed as she placed a hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. “Could we please just talk about this tomo--”
“No.” Ron cut her off and glared at Draco. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m her best friend! Stay away from her!” He said as he charged towards him, throwing a punch at Draco square in the jaw—hard.
Hermione’s eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hand. She shot a glare at Ron. “What is wrong with you!?” She shrieked at him as she walked over to Draco. “Are you alright?” She asked with concern as she helped him back up.
“Well, that sure woke me up.” Draco said as he wiped the blood off his mouth.
She stood in front of him and placed both hands on his cheek, examining his jaw. “That’s got to hurt.”
Ron was now furious when he saw Hermione getting worried over him. He walked over to them angrily and pushed Hermione away, punching Draco again and again, repeatedly.
She fell onto the floor with a hard thud. She felt pain strike her arm and groaned. She looked up and got up slowly, holding onto her arm. She glared at Ron who was beating Draco up badly. Draco finally gained control and threw a few punches at Ron. She couldn’t say she didn’t feel satisfied that he finally threw some punches back. She grabbed Draco’s wand that rolled on the floor and pointed it at the two guys, shooting a non-verbal spell at them. Right when she shot it, Ron flew back and Draco flew back but fortunately for him, he was behind the couch.
“Ronald Bilius Weasley! You have no right to barge in here and start beating Draco up. I want you out of here in 3 seconds or I swear I will make you regret coming in here.” She threatened in a low voice as she glared at him. “I don’t need a friend like you anymore so don’t even try to come back and ask for forgiveness because you aren’t getting one—no, you don’t deserve one.”
Ron glared at her and got up. “Are you seriously taking his side!?” He asked angrily and watched as she crossed her arms across her chest. “You know! You’ve really changed ever since you started hanging out with him!”
“Does it really matter to you who I’m hanging out with or kissing?” She snapped at him angrily.
“Well, I don’t think it’s fair. You don’t see me going around yelling at you for snogging Lavender.”
“Lavender is my girlfriend!”
“Well, Draco is—“ She suddenly stopped herself, not knowing how to explain their relationship.
“What is he?”
“Draco is a friend.” She admitted with a sigh as she swallowed hard.
“Do friends kiss each other?” Ron asked with a scoff.
“We did.” She snapped at him and saw his face immediately change into a bit of shock.
“Hermione—“ Ron started but got cut off.
“Why?” She asked as she looked down, feeling angry tears form in her eyes. “Why do you care? You left me a long time ago so why are you pretending to care now?” She asked him angrily.
“I care about what you’re doing.”
“Do you really have the right to say that you were my friend this school year? Did you even think a second about me this whole school year except asking me if you could copy my homework?” She asked him and shook her head. “No, you didn’t. See, Harry and Ginny may be dating but they still find time for me. But you . . . you’re too engrossed with Lavender. I haven’t had a decent conversation with you ever since you two started dating.”
“Are you blaming this on Lavender and me?” He asked as he slightly raised his voice. “It’s not my fault you were still holding a grudge on my about choosing Lavender over you!”
“Is that what you think?” She asked with a scoff.
“That’s exactly what I think. You’re trying to blame our ruined friendship on me because I couldn’t find time for you. Well, you know, I’m busy. I have a girlfriend and—“
Draco took this as a cue to step into the argument when Hermione suddenly spoke out.
“You’re right! I’m so sorry for bothering you! I didn’t know I was such a burden. And here, I was thinking we were best friends. I thought nothing could get in between us but you’re right. It’s all my fault. I should’ve known your girlfriend who you’ve only been dating for a few months was more important that your best friend who you’ve been friends with since you were eleven!” Hermione yelled at him. “My apologizes. Do you want me to apologize to Lavender, too?”
Ron clenched his jaw tightly together as he glared at her. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.” He stated repulsively.
“I’m not the one who changed . . . you are. You already forgot who your friends are. But, I’m glad you still have Lavender and Harry to be there for you.” She said and swallowed hard. “Could you just leave me alone now? Haven’t you pestered me enough for today?”
“If I walk away from you right now, our friendship is over.” He threatened as he stared at Hermione intently.
“You can leave.” She said as she pointed straight to the door.
Ron breathed heavily as he glared at her. “You’re going to regret doing this. That bastard over there will hurt you and you’ll be alone. Don’t come to me or Harry when that happens. It’s your own damn fault.” He said harshly and started to walk towards the door. “You want to know why I chose Lavender over you.” He asked as he turned around slowly.
Hermione stayed silent as he lips trembled.
“It’s because you’re too uptight … you’re hardly even a girl.” He told her with a slightly scoff and he stormed out the door.
Hermione slightly flinched as she heard Ron’s voice process through her brain. She clenched her jaw as she held back some tears. She inhaled deeply and turned around to see Draco on the couch.
“Are you okay?” They both asked in a chorus.
He nodded as he stood up. “Eh, a few healing spells and I’ll be fixed up good as new.” He said and raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you alright?”
“I think I’ll live. My arm feels fine now.” She said casually.
“No, not your arm . . .” Draco said as he stared her down.
“I’m fine, really. He wasn’t a very good friend anyway.” She lied as she shook her head. “Don’t worry about me.”
“It’s kind of hard to.”
“Shut up and drop it.” She told him and reached up, holding his face gently as she examined his face. “A few quick spells will do the trick.” She said with a small grin as she dropped her arms to her side.
“I’m fine, but do you need some cheering up? Even though he wasn’t a good friend, it still must be upsetting to have him leave like that.”
“Yes.” She admitted as she looked at him.
“We didn’t kiss back there so we can—“
“It’s okay, fine.” He said coolly as he nodded. “Once the bet’s over, we can try again.” Draco commented with a smirk. “Which is on Saturday, by the way, which is in three days.”
Hermione cracked a grin and shook her head lightly. “You just never stop, do you?”
“I always get what I want.” He told her with a confident smirk.
“And what exactly is it that you want?” She asked him as she stared right into his cool, grey orbs.
He stared right into her shiny, caramel orbs and slightly smirked before saying, “You.”
And right at that moment, her heart stopped beating.
Cliffhanger! I just had to do it! I haven’t really ended a chapter on a cliffhanger, so I decided to do it here. Mostly, because I don’t want the chapter to be too long. But, omg! You got your Dramione action (not really) in this chapter and yes! I know some of you are sort of rooting for Blaise and Ginny to get together but, who knows? Maybe. I’m still thinking about them. But, probably not. But, don’t trust me on this one. I might just change them. Who knows? I don’t even know. Yet. I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please leave a review below. :)