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Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 12
An Unexpected Twist
 

Hermione Granger entered her room and threw her bag onto her neatly made bed. She
was grateful for the peace and quiet that being Head Girl ensued. After six years of sharing
a tiny room with the two most giggly girls she knew, a private room was a blessing. Parvati
and Lavender were undoubtedly glad to be rid of Hermione as well. It was no secret that
she clashed with the other two Gryffindor seventh year girls, but when they'd been younger
it hadn't really been that big of a deal. But the older they got, the more evident it was that
Hermione was nothing at all like her roommates, and more issues arose because of this fact.
Plus, her own room gave her the privacy she'd been missing since she'd left the home she'd
been raised in as an only child.

She was done with classes for the day, and she was quite thankful. Snape had been none too
happy when she'd entered the double Potions lesson twenty minutes late, but she'd apologized
and assured him that her lateness was due to the diligence she was showing for the project he'd
assigned. The rest of the lesson had gone well enough; Malfoy hadn't been there to cause any
more problems. So, she'd done the work Snape had assigned, and now she was done.

She had an urge to get out of her uniform as quickly as possible; the knee socks were itching
her for some reason. Dinner was to begin in thirty minutes, so she gathered that she had plenty
of time to change before heading for the Great Hall. The question was, of course, what to wear.

She had made plans to meet Malfoy later that evening, so she knew that whatever she put
on now was what she would be wearing when she met up with him. She wanted to wear
something that would tempt him all through their evening meal- something that he would be
just dying to rip off of her the minute he got her alone. Yes, the tables were going to be
turned from the experience at breakfast that morning. She was going to make him suffer.

Hermione opened her closet and peered inside. As she stared at the clothes in front of her,
she started to remove the ones that she was wearing. She slipped her shoes off by pushing
them off with the opposite foot, and then she leaned down to peel the bothersome socks off.
Once she was freed of her footwear, she untucked her blouse and started unbuttoning it.
Just as she had slipped the last button from its hole, she heard a knock on her door. She
jumped a bit at the sudden noise, but, figuring that it was one of the younger girls needing
help with their homework, she yelled for the knocker to enter without turning around.

She heard her door open and close, and then she heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Hermione."

She turned around suddenly, shocked that the ownership of the voice was in her room. "Ron!
What are you doing here?" Boys were not supposed to venture to the girls' dormitories, and
girls were not supposed to venture to the boys'.

She wasn't met with an immediate answer, though, because Ron was staring at her very
intently, a very red hue burning into his cheeks. Hermione suddenly became very aware
that her blouse was completely unbuttoned. "Oh, my God! I'm sorry!" she exclaimed as
she quickly pulled the material of her shirt together and hurried to rebutton it.

Ron finally found his voice, and he stuttered his own apology. "Uh... Sorry... I... I didn't
realize... Um... I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright, Ron," she grinned as she finished with her task and looked up at him. "But what
are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be on this side of the tower."

Ron was apparently still having trouble forming complete thoughts because his response
was, "Came to see... dinner."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him curiously. She realized he was completely appalled at
the fact that he had walked in on her undressing, and she had to admit that it was cute in a
way. She smiled again and said, "You know, if you weren't my best friend, I'd take fifteen
points off of Gryffindor for this. But since you are, I think I'll let it slide."

Ron smirked, finally able to speak correctly. "Ah, the Head Girl power syndrome rears
its ugly head."

"Hey, it has its perks," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

Ron just grinned. "Well... I guess I'll go back downstairs; I was just seeing if you were
ready to go to dinner."

"Dinner doesn't start for thirty minutes," she pointed out. "But you don't have to go. You
can hang out here; I'm just trying to find something to wear because this damn uniform is
getting on my nerves."

Ron, who had already changed out of his own uniform and into a pair of khakis and a
black sweater, nodded his agreement. "Yeah, I know what you mean." He sat down on
her bed and reached for a magazine that was sitting on her nightstand. "I can't figure out
how Muggles find these things interesting," he said, flipping through the pages of the latest
Cosmopolitan which her mum had sent her, "The pictures don't even move."

Hermione allowed a small smile to cover her lips as she watched Ron reading what was
undoubtedly the most girly magazine on the planet. She shook her head slightly before
turning back to her closet. In front of her, was a huge row of sweaters, shirts, and dresses.
What to wear, what to wear?

"Hermione!" Ron gasped suddenly, and Hermione turned around to see what the sudden
outburst was about. He was staring at the magazine, an extremely odd expression on his
face; it was almost a mixture of surprise and amusement. "What the hell is this?"

She walked over to see what was so interesting and laughed as she peered down at the
page he was staring at. "101 Bedroom Moves He'll Never Forget" was the headline of the
article he was looking at; the picture showed a nearly naked man and woman in a tight
embrace.

Ron stared up at her questioningly and said, "Hermione Granger, I cannot believe you read
pornographic material like this. I am completely shocked."

Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked the back of his head playfully. "It is not
pornographic material, Ron." She searched for her next words. "It's educational."

Ron found this to be extremely hilarious. He started laughing uncontrollably as though she'd
said the funniest thing in the world.

"Oh, shut up," she said, grabbing the magazine from his hands and snapping it shut. "I'm
sure that you've never looked at anything borderline pornographic," she said sarcastically.

Ron, still having trouble breathing because of his immense laughter, managed to say, "At
least I don't claim it to be educational!"

Hermione finally had to allow herself to laugh, as she smacked him once again on the head,
this time with the magazine, and said, "Just shut up!" once again.

Ron, however, could not shut up because his laughter was absolutely out of control. "Just
tell me what's so educational about it," he urged, obviously taking great pleasure at seeing
her flustered and just a bit embarrassed.

Fine. If he wanted to laugh, she'd show him exactly what was so educational.

"Well, for your information, a girl can learn a lot of things from magazines like that."

"Oh, really?" Ron raised his eyebrows curiously and continued to smirk. "Like what?"

"Just trust me," she told him. "I know things that you'd be rather surprised at because
of that magazine."

Ron was quite obviously still interested in what she was learning from the publication
because he urged her on. "Give me an example."

Fine. He asked for it. Hermione stared at him for a moment. "Would you like a
demonstration?" She was curious, actually, to see his reaction.

Ron suddenly went very red in the face, and it was clear that the temperature in the
room had just raised several degrees for him. "Uh..."

"Well, do you?" she asked impatiently.

"Uh... Sure," Ron finally managed. He was staring at her closely, a rather uncomfortable
look covering his own face. He swallowed nervously.

Hermione was quite amused at his state. He shouldn't have teased her; he was about to
get his. "Oh, really? Well, okay then." She smiled seductively at him and was pleased to
see his face grow to an even deeper scarlet.

"Tell me," she continued as she moved closer to the bed he was sitting on and stood
directly in front of him, "if this doesn't make you want me." With that, she leaned down
and placed the tip of her left index finger on the back of his neck and let it slide slowly
downward as she blew ever-so-gently on the area right below his right ear.

"Um... Hermione," Ron was already quite breathless, and it was obvious that managing
these words was quite a feat for him.

Hermione pulled back and looked at him, her finger still resting on the back of his neck.
"Yes?" she asked, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

Ron swallowed as he stared back up at her. "Uh, I forgot what I was going to say." His
words sounded rather strangled.

Hermione had to smile; teasing him like this was actually rather enjoyable. "Well, did it
work?"

Ron screwed his face up and gave her a questioning look. "Huh?"

She laughed and continued on without clarifying her question. "So, would you like another
lesson? Kissing, perhaps?"

She noticed that his blue eyes were darkening continuously at an alarming rate. They were
now on the verge of being a deep navy as he just nodded soundlessly. She wasn't sure
whether she had expected him to agree or not, but she couldn't very well show that his
honest answer surprised her in the least. She would have to keep up the act of teaching
him a lesson which he had clearly asked for.

"Okay then." Ron was sitting on the edge of her bed, and she was standing directly in front
of him, so she reached for his hand and pulled him to his feet. She was immediately struck
with how tall he was; of course, she knew he towered her, but she'd never noticed before
exactly how tall he really was. She looked up at him, trying very desperately to hide the fact
that she was suddenly very nervous. But this meant nothing; she was only trying to show him
exactly why that magazine was, in fact, educational. Her nerves were completely unfounded.

She still had hold of one of his hands, so she used her free hand to reach up and touch the
side of his neck timidly. She couldn't help but notice that his body tensed immediately at her
touch. She was almost tempted to remove her hand and ask him to leave her room, but she
had a front to keep up, and anyway, it's not like she was going to get too caught up in things.
It was Ron.

Her fingers started rubbing the side of his neck very, very slowly as she gently led his head
down to her own. She was suddenly very aware that her own heart had picked up its speed
by a few beats, and she could hear Ron's breath growing more ragged as their lips neared
each other. Hermione was vaguely aware that all thoughts of the "lesson" she was supposed
to be teaching Ron were fleeing her mind at a rapid rate. When their lips were mere millimeters
away from each other, she chanced a look into his eyes and was immediately taken at the
complete and almost alarming intensity reflected in them. Their eyes connected, and a second
later, so did their lips.

Hermione couldn't quite believe that she was kissing her best friend, but she couldn't quite
complain, either. It was actually rather nice. Okay, it was very nice. Ron's lips were soft
and tender against her own, quite unlike Malfoy's which had been rough and hard. This was
completely different.

Completely.

She realized rather quickly that the "lesson" was suddenly very nonexistent. She forgot all
about it, and Ron obviously did, too. As their lips rubbed against each other so softly, she
found herself getting more and more lost in the kiss. And when she felt the tip of Ron's
tongue gently prodding at her lower lip, she opened her mouth immediately. His tongue
flew into her mouth with an urgency that the rest of the kiss did not know, and it slipped
over her own tongue quite smoothly.

One might think that kissing their best friend would be rather awkward, but Hermione
found it to be the exact opposite. She was positive that the fact that Ron was, in fact, her
best friend was the reason it was so easy. They were so familiar with each other that the
kiss came quite naturally. It was as though knowing everything about the other gave them
a sort of strange connection that made the sudden intimacy surprisingly simple.

His tongue began exploring the inner crevices of her mouth, and she allowed her own
tongue to flick upward to brush against his. As their tongues began engaging in their little
exploration of each other, their hands started their own voyage over each other's bodies.
Hermione felt Ron's hands, which had previously been hanging limply at his sides, move
to her back and draw her a bit closer to him. The hand of hers that was resting so nicely
on the side of his neck slid lower to his shoulder, and her other hand found itself on the
back of his neck, forcing the kiss to deepen. She heard Ron disclose a rather low moan
from what seemed to be the very back of his throat, and Hermione couldn't help but feel
a bit turned on by this. However, she was also suddenly quite aware that she was running
out of oxygen very quickly, so she pulled away from the kiss and struggled to catch her
breath.

Ron, too, was having a hard time breathing; in fact, it seemed as though he were having
an even harder time than Hermione was. He looked at her, and she caught what was
undoubtedly need shining in his eyes. She wondered if her own eyes were reflecting this
look, but she quite honestly did not care. She knew that a indisputable feeling of need
was growing deep within her, and the only thing on her mind was fulfilling it.

Without thinking, she pulled his head back down to hers and met him with another kiss.
This one wasn't as soft and gentle as the first; it was more needy and urgent, but it still
held all the emotions that the first one had. Ron's grip tightened on her waist, and she
found herself suddenly pressed directly against him.

Oh, God.

He was already turned on. But then again... she was, too.

Without even thinking about what she was doing, Hermione took a quick step backwards
with Ron's mouth still attached to her own and found the back of her knees hitting the edge
of her bed rather suddenly. She couldn't think clearly; she didn't want to think clearly. She
just flung both of her arms tightly around his neck and jerked him down with her as she sat
down on her bed. He was bending over her as she sat, their lips still meshed together tightly,
and Hermione's arms slid from his neck a bit lower to the top of his back where she led him
to her as she lay back against the bed.

She felt Ron's weight on top of her as he shifted to adjust to their sudden reclining position.
They were still kissing urgently, their tongues dueling with each other hungrily, and Hermione
felt the same feelings she had been taunted with the night before stirring inside of her. This
was completely different, though. The previous night had been a constant battle for power;
she and Malfoy had never once just been caught up in each other as she and Ron were. With
Ron, there was no upper hand at all. They were both hungry for each other, and they were
both obviously intent on feeding that hunger.

Her hands tangled in his hair, and he lifted his head from hers, gasping for air. She realized
that she was upset by the absence of his lips, but she soon found them attacking her neck. He
was kissing her in the exact spot she had realized last night to be an intense pleasure point on
her body, and she wondered briefly how Ron had known where to find it.

Bloody hell, she didn't care.

She couldn't think of a word to describe the way it felt to have Ron on top of her like this.
Good... Pleasurable... Right... Yes, it felt right.

It didn't feel dangerous and forbidden as it had when Malfoy had been the one on top of
her. But Hermione had to admit to herself that she wasn't sure which one she liked better.

Not that she could ponder that decision for too long, though. Ron's lips were wreaking havoc
on her senses as he started sucking gingerly on the exact spot that she knew to be one to make
her moan. And moan she did. She couldn't help it; it was if the sounds escaping from her throat
and lips were out of her control, but she noticed that the louder she moaned, the harder Ron
took to sucking on her throat. And the better it felt.

Her hands wandered from the mess of red hair on his head, lower to his back, and she was
immediately taken with the muscles she could feel through his sweater. It appeared that being
on the Gryffindor Quidditch team for the past three years had done him well. She noted, though,
that seven years on the Gryffindor Quidditch team had not helped Harry from continually being
short and skinny. Harry... Why the hell was she thinking about him when Ron was causing her to
feel things she would never have thought possible? Her hands massaged the muscles in his back
as he ceased the suckling and started back to placing tiny kisses across the front of her throat.
Her head tilted backwards, and her hands moved lower, lower to his backside. She heard Ron
elicit a tiny gasp at the sudden relocation of her hands, but she paid it no attention as she pulled
him to her, causing his entire body fall into direct contact with her own.

She could feel the evidence of how much he wanted her pressing against her thigh, and she
heard him utter another sound- this one a low, guttural moan that turned the heat that was already
burning inside of her up another hundred notches. She'd been in contact with Ron like this once
before, but she had been embarrassed then. She'd jumped off of his lap and tried to put as much
distance as possible between the two of them. But now... Now, she had to confess that she was
enjoying the feel of him in that way.

She realized all too suddenly that her hips seemed to have a mind of their own for the second
time in two days. They bucked against his own, and Ron gasped at the sudden movement. She
turned her head to capture his lips with hers as she started to move her lower body in tiny circles
underneath him. The soft and gentle style of their kisses was now completely nonexistent. They
kissed each other hungrily and with a needing urge that couldn't be described as any other way
except for desperation.

All too suddenly, Ron jerked his head away from hers and pulled back. "Hermione?" he asked,
more breathless than she'd ever seen him.

She just shook her head. "Just shut up, Ron. Shut up." And with that, she moved one hand
to the back of his head and yanked him forward once again while she proceeded to ravage
his mouth.

The kissing had them moaning, but the movement of their lower bodies against each other was
enough to make them each cry out. Ron was meeting her hips move for move, and Hermione
felt a dull aching somewhere between her legs that she recognized now as pure and utter sexual
desire. No, sexual need.

She could feel him growing harder and harder as his erection, which had previously been
pressed firmly against her leg, had suddenly relocated to a position that was directly over
her own area of burning desire. Despite the layers of clothes separating the two body parts,
heat could be felt radiating between them, and Hermione could barely breathe.

Without thinking, she let one of her hands force its way between their meshed bodies and
brush against him in the most intimate of ways. Ron let out a sound that was not merely a
moan but more of an actual growl. He jerked his head up from her own and stared intently
at her as her hand came to rest against him.

"Hermione," he gasped, the breath escaping his lungs ragged and uneven, "if we don't stop
now, I won't be able to."

"Who said I wanted you to stop?" she asked, just as breathless, as she gently but determinedly
squeezed him quickly.

Ron's eyes were already the darkest of blue that she had ever seen, but at her words, or
maybe at her hand's movement, those same eyes turned nearly to black. He just stared at
her for a second before leaning back down to trap her lips in what had to be the most
passionate kiss she had ever experienced. She couldn't even let out an audible gasp because
his lips were pressed so tightly against hers. It felt as though her insides were burning with
desire.

She was suddenly quite aware that Ron's hands had taken to roaming her body. One was
on the back of her neck, pulling her head even closer to his. But the other had quite easily
found its way to the bottom of her shirt. Though she had rebuttoned it earlier, it was still
untucked from her skirt, and Ron's hand managed to slip underneath it with no problems
whatsoever. His hand was cold against her hot skin, but the mixture of these temperatures
caused her a shockingly erotic feeling. She found herself wincing in anticipation as his large
hand moved up and over her flat stomach, nearing her waiting breasts.

He reached them after what seemed to Hermione to be an eternity, and she whimpered
slightly at the feelings rushing through her. She felt his palm cup her left breast perfectly, and
she could feel her nipple straining against the material of her bra. She was surprised a bit to
hear Ron moan into her mouth as he let his hand start to work at massaging the sensitive
flesh. She knew that he didn't have an awful lot of experience with girls, but he obviously
had enough to know exactly the way she wanted to be touched. It was wonderful.

She was vaguely aware that she was with Ron. And that Ron was her best friend. But she
couldn't dwell on these thoughts because between the way his tongue was working her mouth
and the way his hand was working her breast, Hermione was in a state of near shock. Why
the hell had she never thought of Ron like this before? He'd been right in front of her face for
seven bloody years now, and never once had she ever had a thought that was even remotely
sexual about him.

He pulled away from her mouth due to a lack of air and started once again to nibble on the
area right below her ear. She closed her eyes against the feeling and just reveled in the way
it felt to be in the position that she was in right at that moment.

All of a sudden, though, every single erratic feeling that was rushing through her came to an
abrupt halt. Ron had suddenly stopped touching her and stopped kissing her and proceeded
to roll away from her and move himself into a sitting position. It took him a moment to get his
breathing under control, and Hermione still hadn't quite found all of her missing oxygen when
he spoke.

"Hermione, we have to stop." It was a simple statement that left far too many questions
surrounding it.

Hermione couldn't bring herself to sit up along with him, so she simply stared at him in shock.
"You're just going to leave it like this?" she asked horrified.

Ron closed his eyes as though two halves of his brain were waging war with each other.
Then he shook his head suddenly, and his eyes flew open and connected with hers. "This
isn't what you want. You're just all caught up in your hormones."

Hermione was still breathing rather forcibly as she forced herself into a sitting position across
from him. "Well, is it what you want?" She asked the question quietly and pointedly.

Ron's eyes suddenly shot down to his hands which he had clasped tightly in his lap as though
not willing them freedom for fear that they might gain minds of their own. He was silent for a
long moment before he finally started mumbling some stutters. "Um... I... er..."

Hermione realized quite quickly that she no longer wanted to hear the answer. This was Ron
for Christ's sake! "You're right. We shouldn't do this. We're just friends." She looked at him
warily and wasn't surprised that he didn't meet her eyes.

Quietly and barely audibly, he muttered, "Right. Friends."

They said nothing for a long moment, and Hermione felt as though the silence that was
surrounding them was sure to swallow them both at any second. She couldn't think of a
damn thing to say, so she just prayed silently that Ron would think of something and
rescue them both from the agony that the silence was bringing.

She got lucky.

"Well, um... I thought that I'd come up to see if you wanted to go to dinner, but I think I'll
just meet you there because there's something I forgot that I need to... uh... tell Harry." Ron
still didn't look up and make eye contact with her.

Hermione just nodded eagerly, thankful that he had thought up an excuse to separate the
two of them from each other. "Oh. Okay. Yeah, I'll see you later."

"Later," Ron muttered before getting off of her bed and hurrying for her door. She didn't
look up until she heard the door shut behind him.

As soon as she knew he was no longer in the vicinity of her room, she fell against the bed
onto her back and grabbed at her head with both hands. Her life was a living hell! Not only
did she want to fuck her worst enemy, she now wanted to fuck her best friend as well! The
only possible way her life could get more bloody complicated would be if she were to wake
up and suddenly find that she had a deeply hidden sexual desire for Harry as well.

She knew, though, that if that ever happened, she would need to seek the care of a licensed
professional...

Holy shit. What the hell was she supposed to do now? This was just too unreal.

Ron Weasley was definitely a twist in the plot that she had not planned on.

She got up quickly and hurried over to her still open closet. No longer worrying about
tempting Malfoy all through dinner, she reached in and pulled out the first shirt her hands
landed on. It was an orangey-pinkish color long sleeve polo-type shirt, and she quickly
slipped out of her school blouse and into it. With that, she opened her dresser and pulled
out a pair of black pants which she slipped on at the same time as she was removing her
skirt, pulling the pants under the unzipped skirt and stepping out of it once it fell to the
floor. She grabbed a pair of slip-on black flats and glanced in the mirror only once before
hurrying out of her bedroom.

She didn't stop in the Common Room to look around for anything; she just rushed to
the portrait hole and left Gryffindor Tower in the biggest hurry she could manage. Before
she knew it, she was inside of the Great Hall peering around. Her gaze fell first on the
Gryffindor table, which she was glad to find extremely deserted, as so many of her
housemates were still in the tower. Ron and Harry were quite thankfully absent as well.
She then allowed her eyes to wander over to the Slytherin table which was not quite
as empty as its Gryffindor counterpart.

Yes, he was already there.

Hermione sauntered over to the table where so many of her enemies sat and stood
directly behind the one that was her greatest enemy. "Malfoy, I need to talk to you,"
she said, wasting no time at all.

Several pairs of eyes glanced up at her nastily as Malfoy's bunkmates obviously sat
wondering why Harry Potter's know-it-all Mudblood best friend had dared to invade
their space. She blew them all off with equally scathing glares.

Malfoy turned his head to peer up at her, a curious look covering his face. "What,
Granger? Come to gloat over the bloody nose your boyfriend gave me? Haven't done
enough of that already?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Just shut up and come with me," she said pointedly. "I
need to show you something that I found in the library that could prove helpful with
our project."

Pansy Parkinson, a girl Hermione had grown to dislike nearly as much as she had
Malfoy through the years, stood up from her place beside Malfoy and turned to face
Hermione. She peered at her, nose to nose, in a most menacing fashion. "Maybe he
doesn't want to go with you," she sneered nastily.

Hermione just smiled sweetly at the dark-haired bitch standing in front of her. "Nice
to know he has someone to speak his mind for him."

"This sounds familiar," drawled Malfoy amusedly. Hermione had no idea what he was
referring to.

Pansy just glared at Hermione. "It's not his fault Professor Snape made him work with
you. God knows no one would willingly work with you." She laughed evilly. "No one
except for Potter and Weasley, that is. And they only do it because they need to pass
their classes. That and you probably give them the only head they'll ever get." Several
Slytherins snickered appreciatively as Pansy continued on. Hermione just stood quietly
and allowed her to finish. "Bet that's a nice little threesome you all have, isn't it? Of
course, it's not like any of you have too much to compare it to."

Hermione, when she was quite sure Pansy had finished completely, simply sighed and
shook her head. "Pansy, you know what? You're right. You know, if we could all be as
whorish as you are, the world would surely be a much better place."

Hermione was quite sure she heard Malfoy snicker quietly from her left, but she didn't
turn her head. She couldn't because Pansy had suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair
and yanked her head to rest only inches from her own. "You listen to me, you filthy little
Mudblood bitch!" she hissed angrily right in Hermione's face. "If any of your sort ever
dare fuck with anybody from this table again, I will personally turn your face into an
unrecognizable mess of blood. Of course, that would be doing you a favor. Do you
understand?"

Hermione's face was entirely too close to Pansy's, and she could smell the pumpkin
juice that Pansy had just put to her lips. "Yes, Pansy, I understand," she said sarcastically.

And then she spit right in the bitch's face.

Several Slytherins gasped, and Pansy let out a little shriek as she reached up to wipe
the spit away from her face. She was in what was very close to a near frenzy, screaming
and panicking. She looked up hatefully at Hermione and made a very definite lunge for
her, but Hermione ducked just in time, causing Pansy to lose her balance and fall face
first onto the floor where Hermione had previously been standing.

Hermione looked down, laughed a bit, and turned back to the blonde Slytherin bastard
she had ventured to that side of the hall for in the first place. "Are you coming, Malfoy?"

Malfoy, who was also grinning rather giddily down at Pansy who still had her face against
the floor, nodded quickly and got up to follow Hermione out of the Great Hall.

Hermione spoke not a word as she hurried down the hall toward her destination. Malfoy
clambered to keep up with her, but he didn't speak, either, until they passed the library.
"I thought you said we were going to the library," he said curiously.

"I lied," she said simply, continuing on her venture.

"You, Granger, are passing up a chance to go to the library?" he sneered.

Hermione turned her head briefly and glared at him. "Shut up."

Malfoy just laughed at his own not-so-funny joke and followed her closely.

Hermione found her destination and swung open a door hurriedly. She glanced quickly
around before shoving Malfoy through the door and following him into the tiny broom
closet, closing the door tightly behind her.

She knew of only one thing that would take her mind off of the surprising little diversion
that Ron had caused in her day.

And that was none other than Draco Malfoy.

Without any warning to the boy in front of her, Hermione slammed him against the wall
beside her and pressed her body tightly against his. Then she proceeded to press her lips
just as tightly against his own. Her hands found the bottom of the green sweater he was
wearing, and before he even had time to speak, she was raising it up his chest and over
his head.

It was time for her to completely abandon any and all traces of the good-girl image she
had acquired over the past seven years.

And Malfoy was going to help her.
 
 
 

Okay, so I know there was no Draco POV, but this was already 11 pages in Word, so I figured I'd better stop it here.

I didn't get as much writing done as I would have liked this weekend. I went to visit my mom since I haven't seen her
since Christmas and quite possibly won't see her again until May. She was so thrilled to have me home that she asked
me if there was anything I needed for my Cancun trip. I told her that a new swimsuit would be nice, so we went
shopping. I ended up with a new bikini and a new tankini  along with two pairs of capris, a new pair of black pants,
four shirts, and two pairs of sandals. No, I'm  not spoiled at all... Haha, oh well, Mothers are great things, aren't they?
Yes, and sisters are, too. My older sister bought me this puzzle of Draco from the Dollar Tree (she loves me enough
to spend a dollar on me- ain't that sweet?) because she said I was the only person in the world who liked him enough
to be absolutely giddy when sorted into Slytherin (on the WB website, you know- they have that sorting cap thingy).
I told her that lots of people like Draco, but she didn't seem too impressed. The puzzle wasn't really what I like to think
Draco looks like, though. He wasn't cute enough in the least. Of course, my sister said it was just fine- she's the one
who said that Tom Felton was TOO cute to be Draco. As if! He was the ultimate Draco!!!! He was the best cast character in the entire movie! And seventeen year old Draco has just got to be so sexy it's unnerving! Don't you all
agree? My sister's a Gryffindor goody-goody through and through, so she doesn't understand my Draco obsession. I
always was the bratty, spoiled baby, I guess.

Anyway! Enough about my weekend! I do hope that you guys aren't TOO disappointed with this chapter,
but I promise that it is necessary for the plot. SNIFF- poor little Ronniekins looks like he's in for heartbreak,
doesn't he? The question now, though, is whether or not Hermione likes him. Was it just raging teenage
hormones, or did she find some deeply hidden liking for him? We'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?

Please review!!!!! It means so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

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