CHAPTER 11

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Humming a Muggle tune to herself, Hermione made her way to the Great Hall.

Draco stayed in the dorm. Reluctantly they parted ways.

After last night's and today's erotic adventures, her stomach rumbled with hunger, and her legs felt like mush.

She walked into the Hall holding her head high, thinking to herself that a piece of toast and jam would be heavenly.

Pleasantly surprised to find all her friends there, she slid in next to Ginny and reached for the platter of scrambled eggs.

Ron coughed purposely, and everyone turned their attention to the obviously peeved off man.

He sneered openly at Hermione and placed his arm on the table. She could see a long deep gash along his arm that looked like it was healing.

"I hope you're happy!" He spat at her through clenched teeth.

She felt the anger rise in her, "Excuse me, but what the hell are you talking about?"

Ron pointed to the cut and yelled in a fury, "Malfoy's fucking handy work after he walked in on us yesterday."

He banged his fists on the table, scattering food everywhere and slowly rose to stand over Hermione.

In a low murderous tone, he hissed, "Why the fuck does he care so much about you all of a sudden?"

The rest were looking at them flabbergasted, but they obviously had no clue what happened last night with growing interest.

Harry spoke first, " What the heck happened?"

Ginny looked at Hermione for answers, "Yeah, what happened? What did Malfoy do this time?"

Hermione willed herself to stay calm, "Malfoy didn't do a damn thing!"

She added darkly, "But Ron sure did."

She pointed to their friends staring at them and hissed, "Tell them, Ronald Weasley, what you did to me last night."

Her voice cracked as she continued, "And what you would've done if Draco hadn't interrupted us,"

Ron's ears turned crimson and twitched in anger, "Since when do you call that fucking ferret by his name?"

Ginny almost screamed, "Will one of you, please tell us what happened last night!"

Ron sat back down and stared at the wall silently. Hermione started to speak, and she told them everything without holding back.

She choked back a sob and pointed to her bruises, "...and this is from where he held my hand!"

Eyes blazing, she yelled, "WE ARE OVER, RON!"

They all turned on the redheaded man in absolute fury.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. She was absolutely livid, "Why you worthless...!"

She lunged across the table to grab hold of her brother, but Harry caught her in time and rounded on his best friend, "What the bloody hell? How dare you put your hands on her?"

Ginny spat through clenched teeth, "I'm telling mum everything."

Ron glared at Hermione, raised himself to his full height and defended weakly, "Whatever, I don't have to sit here and take this shite from you guys."

He walked away without a second glance and out of the Hall.

Ginny tried to follow, but again Harry held her back, "Let him go. He needs some serious alone time."

They turned to face Hermione with compassion and sadness etched into their faces.

Ginny sat back down, took Hermione's hand in hers, gave it a small squeeze and apologized profusely, "I am sorry Mi."

Hermione gave a weak smile, "Please don't apologize for him. It had nothing to do with you."

Her stomach rumbled again. Absentmindedly she reached for the closest thing.

She buttered the piece of toast and bit into it ravenously.

Draco put down the potions book in frustration. He could not concentrate for shit.

Who was he kidding?

Stepping out of the dorm, he made his way to the dungeons.

Living in the Head dorm was comforting and not because of Granger but because having his own space was appealing.

There were odd instances where he missed his friends. This was one such instance.

No sooner did he walk through the portrait, Theo greeted him cheerfully, "Greetings, your Lordship! Our Head boy has graced us with his presence."

The lanky Slytherin bowed down low at Draco's feet. Blaise let out a loud laugh and got up to high five Theo.

Shaking his head, Draco settled down on the couch and called out, "You fucking moron!"

Theo wagged a stern finger and mused, "Now! Now! Please refrain from using profanity. Think of the fucking first years."

He sat back down, Blaise took the seat opposite him, and Pansy walked by, adjusting her short skirt. She did a quick double-take when she saw Draco on the couch.

She sashayed across to him, touched his arm, ran her fingers down his arm provocatively and drawled hopefully, "Can I please come over tonight?"

It had been ages since they slept together, and she missed him.

Draco rolled his eyes before facing her, "Such desperation Pansy, if and when I want you, you will know."

She glared at him for a moment before softening. His indifference towards her made her want him more.

Astoria passed by, grabbed Pansy's hand and dragged her away but not before flashing Draco a dazzling smile.

He sighed in frustration. What was wrong with these girls today? It was like they knew he had a girlfriend. He smiled at the word "Girlfriend."

Theo sipped a butterbeer and exclaimed excitedly, "I am so bloody glad you aren't in the dorm anymore. Girls actually look at us now."

Blaise threw him a look of disgust, "Argh, speak for yourself. I was fine either way."

Draco waved his hand, leaned forward and said seriously, "Look, all fucking around aside, I've got some news to share with you."

Theo swallowed and asked in fear, "It's not some Death Eater shite, is it?"

Blaise leaned forward and muttered, "Are you in trouble, mate?"

Draco laughed out loud, "Well, trouble, yes, I'm dating Granger."

The boys sat in stunned silence for a good ten minutes or so. Each opened their mouth to say something and then closed it again. Even Theo was speechless.

Blaise finally found his voice and broke the silence, "I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

Draco rolled his eyes, Blaise had called him out, but he never admitted how he felt about her. He shrugged it off and let sleeping dogs lie.

Theo looked at Blaise in disbelief, "You fucking knew and didn't tell me? You fuckers are the worst."

Blaise patted Draco on the back approvingly, "This is a good thing, mate."

He put his arm around Theo and ruffled his hair, "It's not our fault you're slow."

Theo pushed him away and frowned.

Hermione spent an enjoyable day with her friends.

Ron had completely disappeared, and she was delighted he kept his distance.

Harry and Ginny were firmly on her side. They knew Ron was wrong in treating her, and they planned to have a real heart to heart with him.

She would do the same after things settled down between them.

Ron slipped once before and kissed Lavender Brown at another party they had in the common room.

He had begged and pleaded for her to take him back, and because she blindly believed he was the one, she had forgiven him.

Mistake Number one, it should have ended there.

Despite being with her friends, she missed Draco. Bidding her friends a fond farewell, Hermione almost ran to the dorm.

As soon as she entered, a voice teased, "What took you so long? I have been waiting for hours."

His mouth descended on hers and pulled her to him. He kissed her passionately, pushing his tongue inside her mouth.

She met his tongue eagerly with hers.

It was a sublime state of bliss.

They lay entwined on the sofa. Draco casually ran his long fingers through Hermione's.

"So, how was your day?" He asked casually.

She told him all that happened in the Great Hall, and he filled her in on how funny it had been when he told Blaise and Theo.

He kissed her forehead, and she asked timidly, "Are we going public with our relationship?"

Draco gave it some thought, he knew the dangers, but he felt stronger with her.

His eyes hardened, a bitterness crept into his voice, "It's not easy, Granger, everyone around us is going to be against this, but I don't really care anymore."

He cupped her face and gazed into her eyes, "I am falling for you, Hermione." He was, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

Hermione broke out of his embrace and touched his cheek. He leaned into her touch, "I know what you mean. I've never felt this way about anyone."

She bit her lip and mused, "I'm utterly surprised that I would fall for you though, I mean, come on, out of all the people one could fall for."

He grabbed her across the waist and tickled her, "Oh, you think so?" They fell off the couch laughing.

Looking over at the sleeping figure next to her, Hermione smiled.

Asleep on his stomach, his arm casually over the edge, his silk sheets barely covered his naked body.

With a deep sigh of content, she fondly recalled how they ended up in his bed again.

She had been studying in her room and finishing her homework when she heard a knock.

Knowing who it was, she had not bothered to cover herself too much and enthusiastically went to open the door in her teddy bear night dress that barely covered her buttocks.

Draco had been standing there with a tub of ice cream, chocolate sauce and a tray of strawberries. Who would've pegged him as the romantic type?

Hermione laughed in his face and then let him in.

They had been having a great time, laughing, talking and feeding each other, when a tap at the window distracted them, and Hermione recognized a school owl.

She opened the window, took the letter attached and read it;

My Darling,

Please don't be mad at me.

You're my everything, and I'm sorry for hurting you.

Please meet me tomorrow morning in the old DADA classroom, and let's talk about us.

I know you love me as much as I love you.

Forever yours,

Ron

Draco took one look at the letter and tore it up. The letter meant nothing to her, but she did still want the friendship.

She watched as the tall Slytherin paced up and down, wearing out her carpet.

Without uttering a word, Hermione patiently waited for him to start. Draco growled, "No! No way am I letting you meet that fucking lunatic alone."

He added seriously, "That is not happening, Hermione."

She loved how he switched to Hermione when he was distraught. She touched his arm and smiled, "I have to meet him. I need closure."

Closure my arse, he thought bitterly.

She cupped his face and pleaded, "Please, trust me." He looked at her in anger and, without a word, stormed out of her room.

Giving him adequate time to calm the fuck down, she raided her drawers and settled on a matching dark green lacey lingerie set.

Hermione stared at the skimpy attire and frowned in thought. When the heck had she bought this?

Wanting to reassure him that she was his now, she even made the bloody effort to wear Slytherin colours. Ick!

Her nerves were getting the better of her.

Heading to their shared kitchen, Hermione grabbed a butterbeer, drank half, gathered her Gryffindor bravado and boldly knocked on the door.

Within seconds he opened, his eyes roamed over her hungrily.

With a typical cocky Draco Malfoy smile, he pulled her towards him and closed the door.