High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

I Want It That Way

Hermione lounged in the Infirmary with Harry and Ginny. The three had created a sort of camp base, transfiguring comfy chairs and a coffee table on which they could do their homework and eat their meals. If Madam Pomfrey objected to the arrangement, she never said anything. Ron continued to lie still on his bed, the poison still not completely out of his system. He hadn't woken up yet either.

Hermione sighed thinking about everything Draco had said to her. She didn't doubt his sincerity, but she also wasn't convinced he realized just how selfish he was. Perhaps he thought he cared about her, but his actions spoke differently.

"You alright, Hermione? You should get some sleep. You're starting to look like Moaning Myrtle," Ginny said.

Hermione chuckled lightly. "I'm fine. If anybody needs to get any sleep it's the two of you. You've got a big Quidditch game coming up. The extra practices must be wearing you down."

Ginny waived off the comment. "We're fine. Right, Harry?" She turned to Harry for confirmation to find that he had thrown his head on the back of the chair, slightly snoring, with a light drizzle of drool trailing down his bottom lip.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He shouldn't sleep like that. He's going to fuck up his neck." She and Ginny clapped loudly, causing Harry to thrash in the chair upon waking.

"Woozair???? Watizit?" He wildly waived his arms in the air around him.

The two girls laughed at their sleepy friend. "Don't you think you'd be more comfortable if you slept in your own bed?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I'm up. Don't need to sleep." He threw a few light slaps on his face to make it true.

Ginny rolled her eyes and put a soothing hand on his arm. Harry grinned at her, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Harry, it's alright. You're a wonderful Seeker, but you'll be useless if you don't rest. Hermione and I have got this. You should go back to your bed."

Harry nodded. "Alright. If you think so, Ginny."

Ginny grinned. "I do. Go to bed, Harry."

Hermione rolled her eyes at the interaction between her two obviously-in-love-with-each-other friends. Harry gathered his things and sluggishly left the Infirmary. Once he was out of sight, Ginny turned sharply to face Hermione.

"Okay bitch, spill."

Hermione quirked a confused eyebrow at Ginny. "Spill what?"

"You've been bloody miserable lately. What's wrong with you?"

Hermione drew herself up indignantly. "In case you haven't noticed, one of my best friends in the entire world, your brother, nearly died. Why wouldn't I be upset?"

Ginny shook her head. "Ron will be fine and you know it. Madam Pomfrey said as much herself. You're too logical to be blubbing over Ron when you know he's going to pull through. So what is it? Something to do with the Ferret maybe? Did you guys have a fight?"

"...No."

Ginny smirked and shook her head. "Are you seriously doing this? When are you going to learn that I am neither Harry nor Ron and you can't hide things from me? This is something to do with the Ferret, I know it."

"Gin, please, let's not do this."

Ginny ignored her and proceeded to think out loud. "You did that swotty hesitatey thing where you were dying to correct me. So you guys didn't fight. What did you do? Break up?"

Hermione sighed. "In order to be able to break up with someone you actually have to be together first."

Ginny's face fell. "So...you guys...?"