High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

You Should See the Other Guy

The next day Hermione snuck back to her dorm, feeling happier than she had ever been in her life. Draco Malfoy was her boyfriend. She was floating on air when she traipsed into her room, but stopped when she was greeted with a huffy Lavender Brown.

"...Hey Lavender. Look, about what Ron said, I'm sure he didn't mean—"

"I know exactly what he meant."

See, Hermione thought. This is why I didn't want her to know about me and Ron.

Lavender shrilly demanded, "Are the two of you together now?"

Hermione shook her head vehemently. "No, Lavender, we're not. I'm not interested in him that way. All those times I insisted we were just friends? I really meant it."

"Well maybe you should tell Ron that because he obviously doesn't know!"

Hermione sighed. "Why does everyone think this is my fault?"

"Maybe because you're always throwing yourself at him like a slut!"

Hermione cheeks flamed. She did not care for the way Lavender was speaking to her. Still...she was a level-headed person (most of the time). She would not lose her temper. "I think that's a little uncalled for."

"Were you with him last night?" Lavender demanded.

Hermione cocked her head and narrowed her eyes questioningly. "What? No."

"Then where were you? You were gone all night. Why are you getting back only just this morning? Where do you always go late at night? And where do you get those love bites that you sometimes forget to heal?"

Hermione was starting to lose patience. She understood that the girl was upset about breaking up with her boyfriend, but she had no intention of taking her place as Ron's arm candy. Especially when she was quite smitten with her own boyfriend. She spoke evenly. "You know, Lavender. That's actually none of your goddamn business. I don't have to explain anything to you. Just know that I didn't steal your boyfriend, and I have no romantic inclinations towards him."

"You're lying! I know it!" Chipmunks weren't this shrill.

Hermione was done. "Grow up, Lavender. I'm not lying and I don't appreciate being accused of it. And I'm quite sure Ron wasn't cheating on you. He's not like that. Maybe he just said my name because somewhere, deep down, he feels suffocated by you. You're the one who throws yourself at him. It's pathetic how clingy you are. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed."

As she turned she felt a hand on her shoulder. The last thing she saw was a fist coming closer and closer to her eye.

"Ow! You bitch! You hit me! You actually fucking hit me!" Hermione was not what one would call "scrappy" but she did not appreciate being hit in the face, especially when she hadn't done anything wrong.

Oh, so Lav Lav wants to fight? Yeah, okay. I can fucking do that.

She jumped on the blond, taking them both to the ground. She began punching her in the jaw, in the eye, the mouth, even her breast. Lavender scratched wildly at Hermione's arms, her neck, her chest. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms pulling her off of the girl.

Parvati just returned from the shower to find her two roommates on each other like rabid hell cats. Despite her association with Lavender, Parvati was smart enough not to jump to conclusions. She knew that Hermione was usually extraordinarily even tempered compared to the other Gryffindors, so she was positive that Lavender had said or done something to provoke her. She might be her best friend, but Parvati knew Lavender wasn't exactly the most tactful person. She did the sensible thing and broke up the fight.