Never mind I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you say
"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead,"
- Someone Like You - Adele
I woke up really late that morning, still exhausted from the fireworks. I was feeling rather sad, knowing that my good times with Draco had drawn to a close. With little optimism, I put my clothes on. A burgundy jumper alongside a pair of embroidered jeans. I slipped my feet into some old trainers and put the lion earrings that Draco had got me on, before walking to breakfast. I looked over to the Slytherin table, looking for a familiar white blond haired head. I could not spot it and without eating, I walked back out and headed up to the common room.
It was mid-afternoon and Harry and Ron had arrived at Hogwarts via the floo network. I had not seen Draco since last night. The day was pretty dull, spent revising in silence. I couldn't help but feel awkward around the two of them, especially considering that I had made out about five times with their rival enemy. Maybe this Draco fling was getting out of hand. I thought about forgetting him. Maybe there was a simple memory charm that I could use. But then I thought about what I wanted. I truly didn't want to forget our magical moments and how the few weeks I had spent with him could fill a history book. I did not want to end that era or to leave our story incomplete. I had known him a month and I new his secrets and insecurities. How were we going to continue our friendship without being caught? Suddenly, the uncomfortable silence of which I was daydreaming in, was broken as Harry stood up abruptly and said,
"Shit, Hermione. I know what Draco is up to,".
I froze in my seat, my hands gripping my book. I felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of my face and my hands became clammy.
"What?" I muttered, attempting to strengthen the quaky sound in my voice. It just came out raspy. I tried to laugh it off and and said "Whoops, must have picked up a cold, Hogwarts gets so drafty in winter, right?"
"Stop babbling, Hermione," said Harry, his normally calm and cool tone becoming slightly icy "I think he's been branded with the dark mark. He's replaced his father as a death eater,"
"What? No he isn't a death eater, Harry. Trust me, I've seen him shirtle--" I broke off nervously, as Ron had now looked up from his paper. He was looking at me like there was something on his mind.
"Hermione, how have you seen Draco shirtless?" asked Harry accusingly. I rubbed my leg, hastily, wiping off the sweat before coming up with an acceptable excuse. I couldn't exactly tell them about the whole 'melting ice cubes' incident
"Quidditch. You boys are so ignorant. Don't you ever see that arrogant dick taking his shirt off every moment he can at the end of a match? Probably showing off to that Pansy Parkinslut..." I finished. The words "arrogant dick" came out as more of a complement, but I think I managed to cover it up with my new nickname for Parkinson, earning a snort from Ron. Harry groaned and scratched his forehead with his quill, before going back to his Potions essay.
"You two really should have finished your essays over Christmas..." I muttered, shaking my head disapprovingly.
"Give it a break, Hermione. Harry's been under a lot of pressure recently. And I've actually done my homework," said Ron. I didn't question the part about Harry being under pressure. It was probably just him being melodramatic again. What, however, did suprise me was the fact that Ronald had completed his homework.
"You did your essay, Ron?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes actually, Miss Granger," he said. I looked at him and couldn't help but feel sadness and longing flood through my body at his usage of Draco's nickname for me. I pulled Ron's essay towards me and read it, attempting to cheer myself up.
"This is brilliant, Ron! How long have you been hiding that secret flair for essay writing!" I exclaimed, genuinely rather impressed with his essay. He tapped the side of his nose with his finger and I felt even sadder, remembering how Draco had done that to me that day I fell into the lake. He laughed at me, and I made a weak attempt to beam back at him. Harry looked at us, scowling before storming off to the library. I made to follow him. The library would lift my mood and help me forget about Draco for a while.
"No stay here. I need to be away from you all," he snapped, barely looking at me with his brilliant green eyes.
As he left, I slumped down onto the sofa and buried my face into my hands. All I wanted was to talk to Draco. But now all of Gryffindor and Slytherin had come back to school and my short lived dreams were being crushed before my very eyes. Me and Draco could not have a future. We were not destined to be together. The Gryffindor and Slytherin feud had been written in the stars before we had even met. And it was at that very thought, I felt a thick and muscular arm entwine itself around my shoulders.
"Upset about, Harry?" he grunted. I smiled at him. This was Ron's attempt at 'sympathy'.
"A bit," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.
"Don't worry. He's just stressed out at the moment. You know, with everything going on with Dumbledore's meetings and with Sirius gone,"
I simply nodded, my throat going dry. Was this the same Ron that had attacked me after seeing me laughing with Draco? 'Evidently not,' I thought as he began rubbing my shoulder with his arm.
"How are things between you and Lavender?" I asked, thinking about how jealous I had been when they initially started dating.
"I ditched her. She was getting too annoying for me to handle," he said with no remorse.
"I take it you hated her drooling over you morning, noon and night?" I said, with a somewhat satisfied grin. He nodded before bursting into shouts of laughter, his arm still clamping onto my shoulder. He shifted slightly, as he laughed, my head falling onto his shoulder. He smelled nice, I suppose. I cuddled further into his shoulder, remembering how I had done this with Draco. I had no idea what emotion had come over me. It was rather odd. Like desperation, despair, sadness, loss and a longing for affection. And somehow Ron was the answer to all of those feelings. He was leaning closer and closer to me. Too close for comfort. And it didn't bother me. I let all of my worries go with one kiss with my best friend, Ronald Billius Weasley
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