High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Apologies and Amortentia

The next morning Hermione woke, feeling slightly sore between her legs.

Oh, yeah. I had all of the sex with Malfoy.

She sniggered. The Slytherin Prince had made no effort to be gentle. Maybe tonight she could be in charge. She sniggered again at the thought of bringing him to heel.

"What are you laughing about?" Lavender Brown usually woke a couple of hours before everyone else in the dorm so she could get a head start on her behemoth of a beauty routine.

"Just something funny I read about in a book in the library yesterday." Lavender was nosy as hell and one of the worst gossips in the castle, but Hermione knew that the girl's interest would dry up at mention of the words "book" and "library".

"Whatever. I haven't seen Ron all weekend. Do you know if he went to Hogsmeade?"

"He went with me and Harry."

"Hmmm. I'm sure."

Hermione rolled her eyes. So Lav Lav wants to be a bitch today? Lavender had no subtlety, even when she was being passive aggressive. She was always suspicious of Ron and Hermione's friendship, having known that the two used to fancy each other. Luckily, she did not know that the two had acted on it earlier that year. Hermione could only imagine how unendurable she would be if she knew.

"Where did you get those love bites?"

Hermione looked in the mirror. Sure enough, there were several hickeys on either side of her neck, ranging from just below her ear to the bottom of her neck where it met her shoulder. Some were darker than others, but all would need to be glamoured. So the Ferret likes to bite?

Of all the people to notice, it had to be Lavender Bloody Brown. "Um...nobody you know." How else could she convey the subtext Not Ron?

"Hmmm. I'm sure."

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"Hermione!" She turned around to find a panting Ron Weasley scrambling down the stairs after her. "Hermione, where were you yesterday?"

"Studying." And getting fucked in half by Draco Malfoy.

"Yeah, I figured. But I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk about...you know? The thing I said on Saturday."

Hermione stopped him. "Ron, you really don't need to—"

"But I want to, Hermione. I broke my promise and I'm so sorry for it. Please don't be mad at me. And if you want me to hex Malfoy's tongue out of his head, just say the word."

Nope. I've got plans for that tongue.

Hermione chuckled at her sweet friend. This was the reason she had fancied him to begin with. He might have inherited his temper from Molly Weasley, but he really was the most sincere, gentle person she knew, traits she assumed he inherited from Arthur Weasley.

"It's alright, Ron. I was pretty upset on Saturday, but I got over it. Just maybe...in the future...recognize that you tend to overshare when you partake in mind-altering substances."

Ron laughed. "I'm not planning on smoking again for a while. I ate a pile of chicken wings when we got back. It'll all go straight to my arse."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And...hey. Don't worry about Malfoy. I'll handle him."

"You're amazing, you know that?"

She smirked. "I've been told."

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Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Granger was sitting with Potty and Weasel again, laughing and joking. How had he never noticed her laugh before? Apparently she did it all the time.