Infinite (dramione) // HIATUS //

11.

Ron's hands tugged on his hair, furious at himself.

He hadn't meant to get drunk at the night of the Gala. He hadn't meant to have Miranda over the night before the party either. Somehow that night he was going to apologize; as crazy as it sounds. Ron missed Hermione. He missed her hair, her eyes, her curves.

And looking at her in that dress, it made him crazy. The way he'd seen Draco eye her and Hermione blush under his glance had snapped something inside of him. Ron never he's lost Hermione a long time ago, but at the Gala, the way her eyes were constantly on Draco, he knew it for real. His fears were confirmed.

Ron had never seen Hermione in her truest form. With tight clothes or revealing ones, he's never seen her in something as sexy as she was in at the Gala. Thinking about it, Ron knows he got bored of the brunette. He had truly loved her once. And now, he fears, he's fallen for her. Again.

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Hermione woke up in her own bed. She blink several times before the memories came flooding back in. Her hand unconsciously touch her cheek, where the bruise Ron had given her was still there.

"That happened. . ." She whispered to herself, slightly annoyed about everything that had taken place the night before. All Hermione wanted was a non dramatic life with a health relationship and a good job.

Now that she thought out it, sitting on her bed, she could tell since the day she'd met Ron, everything had turned out the way she'd despised. The pain, the second thoughts were all happening inside of her because of him. And it angered her.

Frustrated with herself, Hermione slapped her thighs continuously while muttering, "Stupid brightest witch of her Generation! Can't even fall in love with a human out of everything else in the damn world! I-"

"Really, Hermmy?" Tessa stood by Hermione door, shaking her her in fake disappointment, "I thought you knew better than moaning over a jerk face Weasley."

Sticking her tongue out, Hermione got off her bed. She paused when she heard Tessa gasp.

"What?" The brunette asked pulling up her curls into a messy bun. Tessa pointed at Hermione's legs. Curiously, Hermione glanced down and gasped too.

"Who's. . ." Then she realized that Draco was the on who'd bought her home the night before. "You think. . .?"

Tessa nodded enthusiastically. She watched in amusement as Hermione tugged on Draco's boxers she was wearing.

"Did he. .. put in on you. . .?" Tessa asked carefully, not letting her excitement be shown. She was already happy that he'd cared so much to bring Hermione home. All Tessa wanted was for Draco to find love. Ever since his mother had gotten sick and his father died, Draco has been keeping himself in the dark. He never let anyone know his pain. And the last thing Draco wanted to do was share his burden.

The day he told her that she knew he was scared of being judged. But ever since Hermione had entered his life, the blondie has been more. . .happy. Never had Tessa every since him so cheery or carefree in her life and she was happy for the sudden changed. Now she wished it lasted forever.

Looking at Hermione, it could been seen that even for her, he would do anything. He had her felt things she'd never felt in her life. The sudden over protectiveness that flashes in his eyes when ever something goes wrong for Hermione has the brunette as sense of protection and safety.

"No, I remember he gave me cloth at his house, but I was the who wore it. But I don't understand how I got back to my room since I'd slept in his."

"He bought you back in the morning." Tessa explained turning back to walk out of the room, "Breakfast in five, make sure you brush your teeth!"

"Yes, mom!" Hermione grinned. Grabbing her clothes off her wardrobe, she decided what to do that day.