Mine

[6]

Draco and I hadn't spoken in a week. I knew that he probably didn't mean what he had said and that his words probably came from a place of hurt, but I just couldn't shake the fact that he hadn't even attempted to apologize. I wouldn't have been so hurt had we never gotten so damn close so quickly. Had that been the case, my pride may have been bruised, but now I was worse off because I let myself care too much.

Hermione and I were in the library to work on an essay together, but I couldn't focus. My eyes were staring ahead, but I had no idea what my gaze was fixed on.

"Hey, are you alright?" Hermione asked, her hand coming to my arm.

I jumped slightly, shaking myself out of whatever trance I had been in. "Huh? O-oh, yeah. Sorry." I said sheepishly.

"Did you hear what I said?" Hermione asked, peering closer at me. "Gem, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. What were you saying?" I asked.

"Harry thinks Draco is a death eater. He's been saying so since we were on the Hogwarts Express coming back in the fall and I didn't believe him, but now I'm not so sure. Gemma, he thinks Draco was behind what happened to Katie Bell." Hermione said.

"Wait, what?" I said, shaking my head once again in an attempt to clear my head to better understand.

"You and Draco...you two were close for a little bit. Gemma, what happened?" Hermione asked softly.

"Are you – are you asking me if I know whether or not Draco is a death eater?" I asked before my tone turned a little harsh, "Hermione, what are you implying?"

"Nothing, Gemma! I'm not implying anything about you, if that's what you're thinking." Hermione said, raising her hands in defense. Her voice softened as she took my hand in hers. "Gemma, talk to me."

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes before I slowly let the breath out. "Hermione, what I tell you right now has to stay between you and me. And I mean that. You cannot tell Ron, Harry, not even Ginny!"

"You're my best friend, Gem. You have my word." She said encouragingly.

I took a deep breath and nodded, opening my eyes to look at her. "Draco and I, well, we were sleeping together."

"What?!" Hermione nearly exclaimed before looking sheepishly around the library and lowering her voice. "Sorry. Wait, okay, were, for how long?!" Hermione stared at me in disbelief, but not disbelief like I-can't-believe-you-were-sleeping-with-a-possible-death-eater, but disbelief as in excuse-me-I'm-your-best-fucking-friend.

"Since...like a month or two before fifth year ended." I mumbled, wincing slightly as she smacked my arm.

"What!!" She screamed out, earning a few shushes from people around us. She grimaced slightly and flashed the table next to us an apologetic smile before looking back at me. "And you're just telling me this now?? Okay – wait – I am still processing this. How did this start? Why didn't you tell me? Were as in you aren't anymore?"

"Well it started very unexpectedly. We had a party one night in the Slytherin common room and after everyone had gone up to bed I was cleaning up, ya know? And Draco stayed to help me..."

(Flashback)

I took a step back, accidentally bumping into something. No, someone. Their hands went to my waist and I yelped out in shock as I turned around to come face to face with Draco. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "You're not in bed?"

"I saw you cleaning. Thought I'd help out." Draco said with a shrug. I looked down to see that his hands were still on my waist and that there were barely a few centimeters between us. Draco's eyes flicked down to my face, a look I couldn't recognize passing over his features. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were making out.