AN: So, um, I'm a horrible, horrible person. A lot of not so fantastic stuff's been going on lately that has been having an effect on me wanting to write anything remotely romantic or cute, but then I recently spent an entire hilarious night making out with this one random "look at me I have a cane named Pimpy" buddy of mine... and now I'm back in the "wee!" game. Sorry it took so long for this chapter... I hope that someday, you all can forgive me.
And to everyone that reviewed... all of you are incredibly amazing. Thank you so very much!
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The next few minutes were definitely a blur.
Draco laughing. Hermione quickly getting off of me and getting defensive, "We weren't doing anything!" My head feeling like it would burst. Draco threatening to tell everyone. My head feeling like it would burst any second now. Hermione getting more defensive, "We were just getting some things for McGonagall!" My head really feeling like it would burst.
The only thing I could think of was Ron, I'm not sure why.
"What happened to you, mate?"
"Oh, you know, I was snogging Hermione in a broom closet even though you obviously fancy her and then Malfoy caught us..."
No, no... that wouldn't work.... Draco had found us. Something was bound to happen. Something.
At some point I opened my eyes, realising I was under Madame Pomfrey's care.
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"Ah, you're awake... drink this," Pomfrey handed me a tiny vial of potion, and the headache was gone instantly.
"Thanks," I muttered, handing it back. "Where's Hermione?"
"She went back to your common room," Madame Pomfrey replied hastily, tsking. "Tripping over a quill... honestly..."
Tripping over a quill? "What?" I asked.
She paused. "Miss Granger said that you had tripped on a quill she had dropped." She paused. "That is what happened, is it not?"
Oh, I understand now, Hermione's a liar. "Er, yeah, thought I heard you wrong," I mumbled.
I made my way back to the common room, feeling lucky that I didn't run into a single person. I really didn't want to deal with what rumors must already be circulating...
I mumbled the password to the fat lady, and made my way inside. A few Gryffindors were wandering the common room, some were sitting on the comfortable chairs and a few on the floor. I only glanced for a moment and memories of the previous night flooded my head.
Then people seemed to realise I was there.
The people on the couch started whispering, glancing over at me, and I let out a sigh.
I knew it.
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I went straight to my dormitory and collapsed onto my bed. It was early, but I didn't care... having people once again discuss my private life was not enjoyable, and I'd much rather dodge them than anything else.
So I leaned back, not bothering to change my clothes, and fell asleep.
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Stop shaking me, I thought vaguely, and opened my eyes quickly... and saw Hermione's.
She looked flushed, standing over me.
"Hi?" I asked, not quite sure of what to do.
She kept looking at me, then sat down on the bed.
"Harry," she started, and her voice was low. "Malfoy told everyone."
Obviously. "And they believe him..." I muttered.
She nodded.
"Do you believe him?" I asked.
"Well, it did happen, but-"
"Did it?" I asked, sarcastically. "I thought I, you know, tripped on a quill."
She paused, looking flustered, but continued on. "I wanted to talk about it with you before I came out and said it was true or not."
And suddenly, I felt better.
"Hermione..." But I drifted off. I was suddenly looking at her mouth again, and unconsciously swallowed, and scooted closer to her. "I just..."
And this time she was looking at me. Looking right into my eyes... so I leaned in, and gently brushed her lips with mine.
But she pulled away. "Harry," she sighed. "Why are we doing this?"
Because you can make me forget about everything that likes to haunt me, even for just a moment? Instead, out came: "I don't know."
She almost looked like she would cry.
"Let's not think about it," I said after a moment. It was the most honesty I could muster up.
And very quickly, my heart beating fast again, I kissed her for the second time in a matter of minutes. She suddenly pressed back, and everything seemed to disappear once more. It was just me and Hermione, and that was it.
I pushed her onto her back, climbing on top of her... I can't believe this is happening... almost a reverse of the previous night's events. Her hands made their way around me, I straddled her legs, kissing her with all the effort I had in me...
It may as well have been a dream at this point. All coherent thought seemed to leave my mind.
She sighed into my mouth this time, and she pulled me closer as I let instincts take me wherever I needed to go, and I ran my hand underneath her shirt. She suddenly let go of me, instead reaching her hands to my pants, and quickly started to unbutton...
And I froze up.
Hermione was unbuttoning my pants.
Something about it was so unsettling, like someone punched me in the stomach, my best friend and I were not doing something that was just between friends, and she seemed to freeze up too.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, and sat up.
The look on her face mirrored what I assumed mine looked like. "Me too," she whispered, and just as quickly as before, she left.
And once again, I was left wondering about what had just taken place.
I suddenly glanced around the dormitory, silently thanking everyone for not having walked in on us.
So much for sleeping...