High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

The G-Bomb

A few days later Ron awoke from his coma. It should have been a happy moment, but the circumstances proved rather awkward.

Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Lavender were all huddled around Ron's bed doing homework when Ron stirred.

"Her...mione."

They all heard it. There was no way to pretend they hadn't. Without ceremony Lavender burst into tears and ran from the Infirmary.

Hermione bit her lip sheepishly. Harry put his hands in his pockets and bounced on the balls of his feet.

Ginny folded her arms across her chest. "Well, shit."

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That evening, Hermione went to meet Draco in the Room. She was anxious to tell him the good news of Ron's recovery. When she entered, she was greeted with a very stern looking Draco glowering in front of the fire. He didn't look up when she entered.

"Hi!"

No reaction.

She removed her shoes and went to sit next to him on the couch. He shifted away from her slightly.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He shook his head, still not looking at her.

"What's wrong, Draco? What happened?"

He shook his head again, licked his lips and continued to refuse to look at her.

"Draco. You will not shut me out like this. You promised me you wouldn't, remember?"

He turned sharply to meet her glare for glare. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Well yes actually. I was going to tell you that Ron finally woke up but then you decided to be world's biggest prat and ignore me."

"I already knew that."

She blinked. "What? You knew? How?"

"Heard some Ravenclaws talking about it. Word travels fast in the Hogwarts Rumor Mill. Especially when Lavender Brown gets involved." He spoke with casual ice in his voice.

"But this is good news. Ron's going to be alright."

"I agree. It's excellent news." He turned away from her.

"Draco, what is your problem? I thought you'd be pleased."

"Would you like to hear what else Brown's been spreading around?"

Oh. Shite. She had a feeling where this was going. "What?" she asked innocently.

"Apparently Weasley talks in his sleep. Very interesting things, he says too."

So he knew. But it wasn't like it was her fault. "Draco, grow up. So he said my name. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" He raised his voice. Finally a reaction. "Come on, Hermione. He's obviously still into you. Why else would your name be the first thing he said when he came back from the precipice of death? It's cliché as fuck, even for him."

Why was he so angry at her? "So what? I'm not into him. Why do you care if he still fancies me?"

"Oh I don't know. I guess I just don't relish the idea of another bloke pining after my girlfriend when he's one of her best friends and he's already got a history with her!"

Hermione's breath hitched. "What did you call me?"

Draco realized his mistake. Fuck. This was a hell of a way to have the conversation they had been dancing around for a while now. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his face.