AN: Here is the next instalment, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This chapter is definitely NC-17. Enjoy H/HR shippers!
Just One More Thing
Chapter 11
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After Hermione hung up the call to Ginny, she couldn't help but laugh at her friends crudeness, not that she was expecting anything less. Harry had gone in to the living area to order brunch for them both, so as promised she took the opportunity to let Ginny know that the nightgown had been a success, and her and Harry had succumbed to passion. Hermione got out of bed, put on her robe, and left the bedroom to join Harry.
Harry was currently sitting on the sofa reading a paper that had been outside the door. He looked up upon seeing Hermione entering the room. "Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah everything's fine," she replied, climbing on the sofa next to him.
Harry folded the paper and put it on the table in front of him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder he kissed her forehead. "I didn't know what you'd like, so I ordered everything on the menu."
"Arrh, that's so sweet thank you, " she said, snuggling against him. "It's strange," she said after a while.
Harry looked down at her. "What's strange?"
"I'm in Rome, and all I want is to spend the rest of the trip in this suite with you," she said rubbing his thigh.
"That's not strange Hermione, I feel exactly the same way." Harry started to stroke her hair softly. "Besides I'll bring you back another time."
Hermione looked up at him. "You will?"
"Of course I will," Harry answered, resting his chin on top of her head. Hermione snuggled even further into his embrace, and let out a sigh of contentment.
Later after finishing breakfast, Harry and Hermione were sat out on the balcony each drinking coffee and reading newspapers.
"I'm so glad this hotel caters for wizards," said Harry, engrossed in his paper. "Nice to be able to keep up with the quidditch scores."
"Ron didn't say anything about a having a game yesterday," Hermione said looking puzzled.
"No, the Cannons didn't play yesterday they're playing next Saturday, thought you'd remember seeing as how you're going."
Hermione gave him a funny look. "When did I decide that?"
"Earlier in the week," Harry replied turning to face her. "I gave tickets to that little guy in your office, Zeke. I told him we'd be there remember."
"No, you told him the tickets were right by you, you didn't say I would be there,"
Harry gave a nervous laugh. "Ok, well, will you go with me to the Cannons game on Saturday?"
"I don't think so baby," she answered.
"Why not?" he asked surprised.
"Because I will put my wand on it that I'm going to have to work on Saturday," she replied.
"But it's Saturday, its your day off," Harry argued.
Hermione laughed. "Was my day off darling, until I was blackmailed into going on call for the next two weekends, so that I could have time off for this holiday."
"On call, there we go so you can come, you might not even be called on," Harry finished proudly.
"Hardly, Harry it's the children's holidays, it's one of the busiest times of the year for my department, of course I'm going to be in work," she pointed out.
Harry looked thoughtful. "Ok valid point, but Zeke, who arguably makes you busier than usual in the broom crash ward, will be at the game so you probably won't need to go in after all."
"Harry…" Hermione started, only to be interrupted.
"Hermione, please, please come. I know you're on call but can you just come on the off chance that they won't call you in to work, please?" Harry begged.
Hermione smiled at him, he was really desperate for her to go. "Fine, but first you've got to tell me why you're so eager for me to come with you. You're not scared of a seven year old are you?" she teased.
"No, I'm not scared of a seven year old," he insisted. "I just, really wanted you to be there with me. Is that not a good enough reason."
Hermione stood up, and went to sit in his lap. Harry put his paper to one side, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Of course it's a good enough reason," she assured him, while stroking his head with one hand, and the side of his face with the other. "I'm just afraid you going to end up bored of me eventually."
"That's never going to happen," Harry said, before leaning up and kissing her deeply.
Hermione eventually pulled back, and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to get in the shower."
"Ok, no problem," Harry said rubbing her back.
Hermione smiled, looked down and shook her head, trust Harry not to take a hint she thought. She tried again. "Harry, I said I'm going in the shower."
"Yeah, I know you just…Oh!" Harry blushed, when he realised the hidden question in her statement.
Hermione giggled. "I was hoping you'd wash my back." She was desperate to feel his hands on her again.
"Anything else you want washing?" he asked huskily.
"I'm sure you'll think of something," she whispered. Both of them jumped up from the chair, and headed to the bathroom in fits of giggles.
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Back at the café, Seamus, Draco, and Ron, were now joined by Dean Thomas, who was telling them all about the girl he had hooked up with at the club on Friday night.
"Well I would've told you guys sooner, but we only just got out of bed about 2 hours ago," Dean smirked.
"Didn't Neville hook up with her room mate?" Draco asked.
"No, unfortunately Neville's hands accidentally brushed up against her tits, and he fainted cold," Dean replied tutting.
"Dean," Seamus said looking at his watch. "Just going back, It's Sunday, 12.45pm. You telling us you've been in bed with her since Friday night?"
"No," Dean picked up his cup from the table, and took a gulp of coffee. "Technically we didn't get back from the club till early Saturday morning, so I've been in bed with her a day and a half." Dean smiled.
Seamus grinned and shook his head, and Ron threw Dean a curious look. "Didn't you guys start to smell?"
Draco smirked at the question, and was interested in Dean's reply.
"Funnily enough no, but we sure did sweat," Dean said winking.
"Well sure," Draco piped up. "You've got to sweat during sex it's in the rules. If you don't then, someone is doing something completely wrong."
Dean nodded, Ron shrugged in agreement, while Seamus began laugh.
"I'm sorry," Seamus said still laughing. "There's rules while having sex?"
The other three men nodded vigorously.
"Of course there's rules," Dean said smiling. "Unspoken and unwritten of course, but you know, rules."
"Man I got married to young," Seamus said to himself. "And sweating is a rule?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," Draco replied. "Take me for example…"
"Oh boy," Ron snickered.
"I once went out with this girl," Draco continued ignoring Ron's remark. "She was nice, you know pretty, fun to be around. But shagging her was like shagging a bag of spuds."
Seamus looked thoughtful. "I'm not quite sure how you could compare the two, but, I'm guessing you mean she didn't move, right?"
"Right," Draco confirmed, "Hence…"
"No sweating," finished Dean.
"Okay, okay, I think I'm getting this now," Seamus said. "Although Draco, I think it's pretty shitty that you would dump someone just because they were crap in bed."
"Hey," Draco said defensively. "I didn't break up with her because she was…inexperienced shall we say."
"So why did you?" Dean asked.
Draco turned to look at Ron. "I was already madly in love with you're sister."
"Still sickening," Ron said grinning.
Draco shook his head. "You know, I hope Harry fucks Hermione good because I am getting sick and tired of only being able to talk about my sex life with you two," he said pointing at Seamus and Dean.
"So Ginny? A sweater huh?" Dean asked knowingly.
"Guys," Ron said sternly, sensing where this conversation was heading. "Don't." he uttered comically.
Dean and Seamus still kept their eyes on Draco, who when Ron took a gulp of his drink, closed his eyes and nodded in bliss.
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Hermione couldn't quite remember how she came to be in this position. The shower with Harry had started off innocently enough. After getting under the water, they both fell into the normal routine that they would go through every morning. Only this time it felt much better for them both, as they weren't showering alone. They washed each other's hair, scrubbed each other's back, and gave a helping hand where needed. Their eyes wandered over each other's naked appearance when they thought the other wasn't looking, the occasional cheeky grin gracing their features when they got caught admiring one another. It was during one of those grins that Harry gazed lustfully into her eyes, and said, "I think I missed a bit." Harry had then slowly backed her up against the wall, and gave her a mouth watering kiss that left her lips tingling. Harry then trailed kisses down her neck and breasts, and slowly worked his way further down.
Hermione suddenly remembered that was how she found herself in this position. Her body pressed flush against the shower wall, one arm braced against the side of the shower, the other clutching at Harry's hair. When he had gotten to his intended spot, Harry placed a hand on her hip to steady her. Hooking her left leg over his shoulder, he started gently stroking her thigh, while he made a good job of 'cleaning' the spot he said she had missed with his tongue.
Hermione couldn't help but be amazed at how long Harry had been paying attention to her most intimate of places. He surely was attentive, and she would thank Merlin to be thankful for that everyday. Hermione would've thrown her head back in intense pleasure had it not been for the tiled wall behind her, instead she threw her head to the side, her breathing becoming ragged. Harry continued to flick her nub repeatedly with his tongue, as Hermione panted heavily and started to move. He stopped stroking her thigh, and grasped it tightly to prevent her form moving any further. He licked at her moist centre, spreading her folds, kissing and suckling every inch of her sweet wet area. He guessed the pleasure was becoming too intense for her, as she started to push at his shoulders, but he held her in place. Her back arched and her legs started to tighten. Her shallow breathing turned into gasping as her orgasm hit, and she cried out Harry's name softly. Feeling the pleasurable wave within her, she shuddered in pure ecstasy, moaning loudly. It was if it was never ending.
"Merlin Harry, that was incredible," she murmured.
"So are you," Harry rasped against her thigh.
Eventually she collapsed back against the shower wall, trying to regulate her breathing and get herself back in control. Harry released her leg from his shoulder, and started to massage some of the water that was rolling down the front of her body, into her sensitive area. Harry couldn't help but feel pleased with himself. Looking up and seeing her content face warmed his heart to no end. He had never seen anything so beautiful, Hermione Granger after an orgasm was a incredible sight to behold. Harry started to kiss her stomach, the steady stream of water trailing down her, connecting with his face. Harry moved further upwards, and paid extra attention to her breasts. They were round and full, crowned with dusky pink nipples. He kissed his way around her nipples, his tongue teasingly flicking them. He covered her nipples with his mouth, rubbing his wet tongue delicately around the nub, sucking lightly. Harry gave each equal treatment causing Hermione to moan loudly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and let her hand cup the back of his head gently. Harry gave each breast equal treatment before standing up and kissing Hermione lazily. She clung to him tightly as his tongue invaded her mouth.
Finally breaking away, they rested their foreheads against one another, slowly regaining their breaths.
"Getting frisky in the shower already," Harry said leaning his hands either side of Hermione's shoulders, against the shower wall. "Were getting pretty good at this."
"Well you know us Harry, not like us to wait around for things to happen," she joked.
"Not anymore," Harry spoke softly, before closing his eyes and smiling.
Hermione kept her eyes open, and looked at him seriously. "I'm not sore anymore."
"Hmm?" Harry asked still dazed, opening his eyes slowly. "What?"
"I'm not sore anymore," she repeated softly, her arm coming from around his shoulders, her hand reaching down in between them to hold him gently.
"Oh," Harry said sceptically after a sharp intake of breath. "You said you were this morning."
"It seems to have magically disappeared," Hermione grinned, and began to stroke him.
He groaned quietly, and started pushing into her hand. "Really…cause, I'd really like to be inside you again."
"So what's stopping you?" Hermione whispered.
Hermione's comment silenced him effectively, he didn't need to be told again. Harry leaned in, their lips meeting again. Hermione deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue across his lips, as Harry used his body to push her against the wall. She could feel each of his muscles pressed against her body, and his erection poking her in the stomach. To know that she had that effect on him, filled her with passion. Their tongues duelled, then fell into a rhythm, stroking one another. Hermione pulled back to suck on Harry's bottom lip, before covering his lips with her own again. He groaned as she dominated his mouth, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair. He wrapped his arms around her hips as she leaned into his chest, and put one hand on his cheek, and one hand on his shoulder. Harry broke the kiss, and again leant his forehead against hers, his sparkling emerald eyes gazing into her brown orbs.
She slipped her arms around his shoulders and drew him closer, before hooking a leg around his waist. Harry let his hands fall from her waist and down to her bottom, where he effortlessly picked her up, and pressed himself even further against her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, her forehead never leaving his, her eyes never breaking their gaze. Hermione had her legs wrapped around him so tightly, Harry was sure he'd be able to let one hand leave from where he was holding her up, to sneak up in between them, to guide himself inside her. He managed to place the tip of his now painfully hard cock at her entrance. Placing his hand underneath one of her thighs, he was about to thrust in before one of Hermione's hands left his shoulders, sneaked between them, and rested on her stomach.
Before Harry could question what was happening, Hermione whispered a contraceptive charm, and Harry blew out a breath in relief. "I forgot," he said.
"I didn't," Hermione smiled and placed her hand back around his shoulders. Harry still didn't move. "You can do it now," she assured him.
Harry gave her a quick kiss, kept his forehead against hers, and slowly pushed inside. Hermione gasped, and moved her hands to grab the side of his head. He groaned at the heat and the tightness surrounding him, while sliding up until he was fully sheathed. Hermione tried to keep control of herself as he entered her, his size still surprising her. Harry gave her a cute questioning look, which she silently replied to with a smile. She moaned as he began to slowly move within her, the friction still new, and wonderfully indescribable. But most importantly, no pain, only pleasure.
She wrapped her legs tighter around his hips and drew him closer to her. Harry braced himself against the shower wall, arms extended on either side of Hermione's shoulders, as he thrust up into her. Her lips were slightly parted as Harry continued to thrust into her at a slow pace. She was so tight, clamping down on his cock. Every time he pulled out to thrust back up into her, he felt as though her inner muscles were trying to keep a hold on him. She was perfect. She breathed heavily as he repeatedly thrust into her, whispering his name over and over. The muscles in his arms rippled as he tried to keep himself from coming too soon. Their eyes kept their contact, making love seemed even more pleasurable when they saw the emotion swirling within one another. There was no better feeling in the world.
Harry realized with even more effect as he was making love to Hermione, that she was more important to him than anything ever had been, or ever would be in his life. Important in a way that he couldn't quite define, and probably would never be able to no matter how hard he tried. He loved her with everything that he had. She was his life. His everything.
"Oh Harry! Baby do it faster!" she murmured softly. Harry really wanted to grant her request, but he could feel himself getting very close to the edge. She began to grind against him, meeting his thrusts.
"Oh fuck." Harry grunted, his voice trembling. The pleasure was becoming far too intense, and he could feel the fire start to emerge in his belly, that started to run down into his balls. "Hermione…I can't…I can't hold out much longer." he admitted, his face the picture of concentration.
"Come for me then." she said huskily.
He could certainly do that. Harry was sure it would be a while before he would be more grateful to Hermione, than he was right at this moment. She made it easy for him. After she said it, he nearly came on command. Grabbing onto her thighs more firmly, he forcefully began thrusting even harder and faster, causing Hermione to cry out louder than ever before. If the room next door as occupied, it would be no secret as to what was going on this very moment. After speeding up the pace, Harry exploded, his orgasm hitting him with incredible force. Trying to maintain his eye contact with Hermione became damn near impossible as he spurt into her, over and over again.
Hermione couldn't help but grin devilishly at Harry's face during his orgasm, it was something that she saw as cute, and erotic at the same time. It was enough to trigger her orgasm, her muscles contracting as the pleasure Harry had caused her coursed through her body. She grabbed Harry's head even tighter as she felt his seed enter her.
"Oh Harry!… you feel so good." Hermione moaned, and then started to tremble as she came down from her high.
"You're beautiful," Harry said breathlessly. He carefully lowered them to the floor, Hermione sitting with her legs either side of him, her hands clasped around his neck.
"Wow!" Hermione exclaimed, pushing her head back to let some water from the shower run down her face.
"Wasn't it though!" Harry said as more of a statement more than a question, and started wipe the excess water from Hermione's face.
"Can we do that everyday?" Hermione asked while smoothing his hair back.
"Just for future reference, you never have to ask me that again," Harry grinned running his hands up and down Hermione's legs.
"Oh goody," Hermione leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Hermione let her hands drop to the side of Harry's legs, as he leaned back a little on his hands, getting a marvellous view of Hermione's breasts.
After a while Hermione caught him staring. "What are you looking at?"
"You," he answered his eyes not leaving her chest.
"Err, no Harry, this is me," she said pointing to her eyes. "These, are my breasts," she finished, pointing to the spot he kept looking at.
Harry started to smile. "You know technically they're 'ours' now."
Hermione giggled, "Yeah, I'd love to know how you've come to that conclusion."
"Well I'm your boyfriend now, so they're kind of mind too," he said laughing.
Hermione couldn't help but smile at this ridiculous conversation. But it was fun, she was happy to play along. "You don't get to co-own my breasts just because you're my boyfriend you know?"
"That's not fair," Harry whined jokingly.
"What exactly would you get out of it?" she asked smirking, her eyes narrowing.
"Well, all it would it mean is that I'd get to touch, play and fondle them whenever I wanted to, be it morning noon or night," he replied winking.
"Okay," said Hermione. She actually didn't think that Harry's way of thinking was all that bad. Although she had a stipulation.
"Really?" Harry asked in semi-surprise. "I didn't think you'd go for that to be honest."
"Oh, there is a condition," she said seriously.
"Yeah what's that?" Harry asked intrigued.
Hermione started to wiggle her bottom. "I get to co-own your penis."
Harry leant forward grinning madly, and cradled Hermione's face in his hands. "Hermione, you can touch, play with and fondle my penis anytime you see fit."
"I should hope so," Hermione said before capturing Harry's mouth with her own, in a kiss that would've been incredibly romantic, if they could have stopped themselves from laughing against each others lips.
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"So are you going to see her again?" Seamus asked. He, Ron, Dean, and Draco were still talking about Dean's lady friend from the club.
"I wouldn't have thought so," Dean answered. "It was more of a one night thing."
"Or in your case 'a night and a day' thing." Ron added.
"Exactly," Dean smirked. He was about to say something more before someone walking into the café caught his attention. "Guys, isn't that…Justin?"
All the men looked towards the door, to see Justin Finch-Fletchley walk through with another man. "It sure is Dean," Seamus confirmed. "Justin 'Three thrusts and I'm done' Finch-Fletchley."
All laughed but Ron, "I don't get it," he said looking again at Justin.
"You don't want to, trust me," Draco said smirking.
"Is that his new boyfriend?" Seamus asked.
"Yes Seamus," Draco said. "That man with the fitted blue t-shirt, and the tight leather trousers, is Justin's new boyfriend."
"Oh shit, he's coming over here," Dean mumbled. "Quick act natural." All of them froze, and looked down at the table.
"Hello chaps," Justin said upon reaching the table.
A collection of "Whassup," "Hey," and "How you doing?" emanated from the Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Draco.
"I've been doing spectacular thank you," Justin replied. Just as he was about to elaborate, Ginny and Lavender showed up behind them.
"Justin, hi, I haven't seen you in like forever," Lavender said before going over to kiss Seamus's cheek. "What you been up to?"
"Oh plenty, but not as much as you it would appear," he replied referring to her stomach. "You look wonderful."
"Thank you, just under six weeks to go, me and Shay are couldn't be happier," she said dreamily whilst rubbing her swollen stomach.
"That's delightful to hear Lavender, congratulation Seamus," he said shaking Seamus's hand.
"Hello Justin," Ginny said shyly from the side of him.
"Ginny," he said happily, throwing his arms around her. "great to see you again, I trust you are keeping well yes?"
Ginny glanced over at Draco who had a smirk on his face. "As well as can be expected."
Justin started to look around, "It would seem the only one's missing from this little reunion would be Harry and Hermione, they're experiencing good fortunes I hope."
"Harry and Hermione have gone for a dirty weekend away?" Dean told him.
"Dean!" Lavender chided. "There's nothing dirty about it."
"Whatever," Dean shrugged with a smile on his face.
"Harry and Hermione…a weekend away…together you say?" Justin asked in surprise.
"Yeah, they got together over a week ago," Lavender informed him. "They just wanted to spend some time together alone."
"Well that's wonderful news," Justin said with a happy voice. "So they finally found each other huh?" His last comment earning smiles from everyone.
"Justin we don't know if they've made it public knowledge yet," Ron said thinking of his two friends. "So if you don't mind keeping it to yourself."
"Oh of course," Justin assured him. "Silence is key right?"
"Right," Ron smiled appreciatively.
"Well where are my manners? Everyone, this is my boyfriend." Justin said referring to the man next to him. "This is Holden."
Draco was the first to offer his hand. "Draco," he introduced himself, and shook his hand.
"Hi Draco, Holden," Justin's boyfriend said. "Holden Magroin,"
Draco smiled wickedly, while the others tried to hide their laughter. "Excuse me? Your kidding right?"
"No, its my name," Holden said seriously.
"O-k…nice to meet you," Draco said while trying to keep a straight face.
"Honestly Holden," Justin grinned. "I've told you about announcing your surname in public, we must get it changed by deed poll immediately."
Whilst Holden was shaking everyone else's hand, Ginny turned to him. "So how did you two meet?"
Everyone's ears perked up as Justin began to answer. "We met in Miami, which is where I spent the first two years after school. Holden was there simply on holiday. Anyway, we met at a Luau that my favourite bar was throwing and became good friends. We kept in touch and met up when I returned to England. He spurned my advances twice, but the third time, he caved. We've been together for a month now."
Draco found he couldn't resist. "Well you know what they say Justin, three times a charm." Seamus, Lavender, and Dean bit back laughter, whereas Ginny gave Draco a deathly glare.
"Quite," Justin said unaware that the joke was aimed at him. "Well anyway, I must go and sip some of your delicious coffee Lavender, would be great to see you all again soon, give my love to Harry and Hermione. Come along Holden,"
When the two were out of earshot, Ginny turned to Lavender. "Can I use you backroom?"
"Sure," Lavender said. "Take as long as you want."
"Thanks," Ginny turned her attentions to Draco, her nostrils flaring. "You," she pointed at him. "Back room. Now!" she said through gritted teeth. Ginny left, and walked through the swinging doors to the back room, where Lavender and Seamus, along with their closest friends relaxed and talked if the café ever got to busy.
Draco got up from his chair, and slowly walked in the same direction his girlfriend had. "Well this ought to be fun."
"Dead man walking," Dean said with a grin, but couldn't help but feel sorry for Draco, Ginny was well and truly pissed off.
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Draco entered the room his girlfriend had gone in, and shut the door behind him. Ginny had her back to him, and her hands on her hips. He decided to speak first. "Okay, let me have it," he said bravely.
Ginny spun round in rage and walked up to him," How could you do that?!!" she demanded angrily.
"Do what?" Draco replied evenly.
"Oh don't give me that evasive bullshit Draco, you know exactly what you did! How could you do that to me?!!" she asked fiercely.
"Ginny, it was a joke okay, you know as in, ha ha," Draco said in a sarcastic manner.
"Don't you dare speak to me as if I'm some fucking child!" she said, her anger intensifying every second. "You embarrassed me, I told you what happened between me and Justin in confidence, and you went and took the piss right in front of him!"
"I'm sorry alright," Draco said sincerely. "But he didn't even know what I was talking about, so I don't see what the big deal is!"
"The big deal is he could've, the point is, you don't think about those possibilities," Ginny shouted in frustration before turning around again.
"Gin, if this about this morning, I said I'm sorry, I thought you'd find it funny, I didn't know it would upset you this much," he said softly, approaching her.
Ginny turned abruptly to meet his face again. "You haven't listened to a thing I've said have you?!"
Draco rolled his eyes, he was getting tired of this. "What?! What have you said?!" he shouted.
Ginny began to yell furiously. "I want to know if you're ever going to think before you speak! I want to know if you're ever going to consider the outcome of your actions! I want to know if you're ever going to change, or will you go on as usual and not give a shit about what you do, or how it effects other people!!"
Draco took a calming breath. "Those stupid remarks that I make, those devilish things that I do, were two of things you said you loved most about me, so what's changed? I thought you'd been acting weird towards me the past few day's, but this has just fuelled my suspicions."
Ginny shook her head in dismay. "You know what, maybe who I am, doesn't work with who you are anymore."
Draco's face dropped a mile. "What?" he asked softly.
Ginny softened a little after seeing the look on his face, he was in utter shock. But she had to keep going. "Let's face it, we don't act like normal couples do Draco. We don't go out for romantic dinner's, we don't talk about each others day at work, and we're certainly not affectionate with each other in public."
Draco still couldn't process everything that was going through his mind. "We can do those things, if that's what you want, it's no reason to throw away what we have."
Ginny gave a sarcastic laugh. "What is it that we have Draco? We have great sex, that's it!"
"Don't say that," he pleaded gently. "That's not true. Having great sex isn't a bad thing, but you can't say that it's the only thing we have, and to be honest I'm pissed off that you would think that!"
Draco was now beginning to get angry at this absurd argument over what he thought was nothing.
"Why don't you tell me what's really going on?" he asked, only to have Ginny give him a cold glare.
Just then, a thought went through his mind that made his heart plummet to the ground. "Is there someone else?"
"Oh don't be so fucking stupid," she answered in a mad tone.
"Well then what is it Gin," Draco shouted throwing his hands in the air. "What is it you want me to think? Here I am thinking that our relationship is great and solid as ever, only for you to tell me that you want me to change, that life with me isn't making you happy, that we don't work anymore. What is it you want me to do?!!" he yelled, his anger reaching boiling point.
Ginny walked up to him, her eyes set on his. "I want you to grow the fuck up!" she answered in a deadly tone.
Ginny walked past him to open the door, she was about to leave the room before she said one last thing to him. "I would appreciate it if you didn't come home tonight." with that she left, leaving Draco looking dumbfounded.
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After a while Draco finally left the back room, and went through to the café, where he knew there would be questions.
"What have you done to my sister?" Ron asked, his face going red. "Ginny just hightailed it out of here without saying a word."
"Why don't you find out and tell me, cause I'd love to know myself," Draco replied sourly.
"Are you okay?" Seamus asked concerned.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me," Draco muttered. He never was the sort to get emotional in front of anyone, apart from Ginny. "Dean, can I crash at your place tonight? I need a place to stay."
"Yeah, yeah sure," Dean replied. "As long as you want."
"She threw you out?!" Ron asked in shock, but decided to drop it when the others looked at him sharply.
"I'd tell you what was happening, if I knew myself okay," Draco said to them all. "I need to go, I'll see you all later." Draco left the café, wondering how the hell his day had ended like this.
After Draco left the café, Ron grabbed his coat. "I'm going to see Ginny."
"Maybe you should leave her alone for a while Ron," Lavender advised. "She might need some time alone."
"Fine, I'll go to the burrow, see if mum knows anything, I'll see you later," Ron then left the café.
Seamus looked at his wife strangely. "I'm surprised you didn't go after her, she's one of your best friends isn't she?"
"Of course she is babe," Lavender said nervously. "She just wants to be alone that's all."
"Do you know what's goin on?" Seamus probed his wife.
"Not really," Lavender fibbed. She hated being even the slightest dishonest with her husband, but Ginny had sworn her to secrecy.
"Weird," Dean mumbled shaking his head, then took a sip from his cup.
Lavender kissed her husbands head, anything to avoid his piercing gaze. She was worried about both her friends. She felt sympathetic toward Draco, but was the only one that could understand Ginny's change in behaviour. She knew exactly why her friend was acting differently.
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