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/ / Indicate Hermione’s thoughts
Chapter 8: Smoke Rises
Hermione was walking back to Gryffindor tower when a vague thought crossed her mind for a brief instant. She had gone through the most insane of days, but none could quite compare to the insanity of today.
/Ear-licking, flirting, snogging. . .I don’t remember seeing those in my to-do list this morning./
She groaned when she remembered that all of them had been with Draco Malfoy. It all seemed so bizarre. And wrong.
But it felt so right.
His lips tasted like they were made to kiss hers. His hands seemed to be made to run all over her. His body fit perfectly with hers.
She had always been so afraid of intimacy. Even hugging Ron didn’t feel right. Hermione was only truly comfortable with Harry. Maybe that was why she had always wanted herself and Harry to be together.
/But not anymore. I know now who I really want. And it isn’t Harry./
Oh yes. She wanted Draco Malfoy. Most definitely.
The thought got her to stop walking.
There was only one problem. And it couldn’t be any bigger.
The entire world wasn’t about to let them be together. Not that easily.
/Why, oh why did Ginny have to catch us?/
She chewed on her bottom lip, deep in thought. Of course she feared discovery of their secret love affair.
/Wait. Love?/
She did tell Draco she loved him. And Draco told her he felt the same way.
/But what’s love, Hermione?/
A just question, she had been asking herself that since the minute she felt it slip past her lips.
/Maybe this is just the hormones talking. Or just like I have always presumed, the desire for the Forbidden Fruit./
She shook her head to get rid of the thought. She was sure of it. She loved Draco. It all happened so quickly, but she knew herself quite well. And there was no mistaking it.
But does Draco really feel the same way?
/Hogwarts' resident playboy falling in love? It sounds preposterous. It’s gotta be the hormones. Her Hermione found that deep in her heart, she was hoping that Draco truly loved her, and that the whirlwind romance they shared will last.
She was already missing his burning touch and hot kisses, she didn’t want to let go of them altogether.
She didn’t want to let go of him.
Especially when his kisses bring to mind the countless things he can do to her. She knew that his mere touch can ignite pleasure deep within her, make her scream.
She blushed.
/I may be a virgin, but I can undeniably feel desire. And lust./
When they kissed, she was overcome with so much longing that she thought she would die. If his mouth on hers could elicit such pleasure, she could only imagine her senses being inflamed if his mouth was on her shoulders, her thighs, her stomach and. . .
She blushed a deeper shade of red.
‘HERMIONE!’
She jumped, startled at the sound of the voice, and slightly embarrassed at her scandalous thoughts. She saw Ron coming towards her, concern deeply etched in his face.
‘You’re sopping and you’re face is burning up. You alright? Are you sick?’
He wrapped his robes around Hermione and felt her forehead with the back of his hand.
Hermione gave him a weak smile. ‘I’m fine Ron. Come on. Let’s go to the common room.’
He gave her a disbelieving look but agreed to her request. Upon entering the Gryffindor common room, they saw Harry and Ginny, engrossed in conversation.
/Oh shit./
‘Hi Hermione. What happened to you?’
It was Ginny. She was smiling, as though she just won something. Or someone.
Harry looked as though he was betrayed.
Hermione felt sick to her stomach.
Harry crossed his arms across his chest before asking her.
‘Why did Malfoy want to talk to you during breakfast?’
Ron snorted. ‘Maybe what you mean to ask is ‘Why did that git Malfoy drag you out of the Great Hall during breakfast?’’
/I’m dead./
Hermione cleared her throat, stalling for time.
‘I, uh. . .’
All three looked at her expectantly.
‘I can’t tell you,’ she said.
/Wrong answer./
Harry was visibly pissed at this.
‘Why the hell not?’
Ginny’s one eyebrow was raised, and had a look on her face that simply screamed ‘I dare you to lie.’
She searched her brain desperately for an explanation. Right then, an idea entered her head. You could have seen a light bulb flashing above her head.
/Stupid me. I should’ve come up with this sooner./
‘Prefect business,’ She paused for effect. ‘Sorry but it’s classified. You know how it is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get out of these wet clothes.’
She looked at Ginny. The younger girl looked like she was about to burst. Hermione didn’t show it but she felt a little triumphant. She had always considered Ginny to be a friend, but due to recent developments, the redhead proved more to be an adversary than a pal.
Ron was munching happily on peanuts, oblivious to the tension abundant in the air. Harry, on the other hand, had a look she couldn’t discern. Almost as though he could tell she waing ing to their faces.
/Ginny didn’t tell him, did she?/
The tension in the common room was thickening, and Hermione felt she couldn’t take it anymore. She left and went to her own room.
She didn’t even feel it coming, but as soon as she closed the door, she felt the sadness cloak her for the second time that day.
/Is Draco worth all of this?/
She valued her friends more than she did her life, and she wasn’t sure she could give up Harry or Ron. Not even Ginny.
She felt tears threatening to fall again. Ginny was the closest thing she had to a sister, and now, she was a few steps short of becoming her enemy.
A sob tore past her throat. She buried her face in her pillow and cried.
/Will Draco be there for me if they all leave? The mere idea of us together is treachery! Ron will feel betrayed. And Harry really will get hurt. But. . ./
Hermione felt a million thoughts invading her head, a million questions demanding answers she could not provide.
She stood up and walked towards her mirror. Staring at her reflection, she saw an entirely different girl from the one she saw that morning. That girl looked happy.
/And this girl only looks alone./
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