Disclaimer-none of it is mine…

Previously…

“I always knew,” said Harry.

………………………..

“You knew?” said Ron disbelievingly. Holy SHIT!

“Knew? As in, already aware of Hermione’s infidelity prior to today?”

“Um, Ron?” said Harry. “The-the class.” He gestured towards the rest of the class, who were staring at him with their eyes bigger than saucepans.

“Oh,” Rom mumbled, looking at the floor. “Yeah. Sorry, mate.”

“Hm,” said Harry.

Finally, the bell rang, after ten minutes. Ron and Harry, sprinted outside the door, followed by ogling students, whispering to each other. Shockingly, most of the words exchanged were in Harry’s favor, words of sympathy, of anger at Hermione, and of reassurance that he would find a way through this ordeal.

Ron could barely wait to get to Trelawney’s stupid class to question his friend. Harry’s face was stony, and he raced ahead of Ron, and sat in the far back of the steaming classroom.

“Harry!” Ron hissed angrily, plopping down next to him, out of breath. “Don’t you run away from me! Now, I want to you to explain to me everything!”

“It’s not that simple, Ron,” Harry whispered in exasperation.

“Mate,” said Ron, having quite enough of this mess. “This is Ron you’re talking to. Do I look like I care?”

Harry just rolled his eyes. “Alright! I tell you!”

“Enough talking back there!” cried the professor. “You are disturbing the Eye’s peaceful haven.”

Ron and Harry sat through the stupid teacher making predictions and fawning over the wonders of the future, and how everyone was going to die a painful death. That was lame.

When she finished assigning them the task of looking at the crystal ball, Harry looked up to see Ron looking at him with the look of a kid asking for a story.

“Fine, goddammit,” said Harry. “Fire away.”

“Okay, so, firstly,” said Ron. “When did you find out about this?”

Harry bit his lip hard. “Th-three months ago…”

Ron’s mouth dropped. Who the hell was Hermione Granger? Talk about being a bitch!

“Three months ago!” Ron choked out, trying to keep his voice low. “But that was when…”

Oh my god.

“A month after you guys started dating?” Ron said incredulously.

“I know, right?” said Harry bitterly. “She said she was going to study, and with my invisibility cloak I followed her, because I did not believe her…and I found her on the Slytherin’s dick.”

“Holy Shit!” said Ron. “Hermione giving head to Malfoy.”

“I bet he really liked it. Oh, that’s it, mudblood, that’s right, whose your daddy?”

Ron clamped his hands over his ears. “Stop, stop, stop!”

But did he stop? NO! “You can imagine what he was doing to her, seeing as they were doing the spread eagle.”

“Are-are you serious?”

“Nooooooo, ” said Harry sarcastically. Ron was quiet for a minute. The thought of Hermione and Malfoy together doing…the eeewwwy…

“You know something I don’t get?” said Ron. “Why are you still with her if she did all this shit to you?”

Harry stared at Ron with dead eyes. “Do you know how it feels? Staring into her eyes, and knowing the passion in them is directed to somebody else? Waking up every morning to see her just coming in from sleeping with your worst enemy? Pledging to never hurt her, and letting her hurt you back? And still grudgingly, against your will, loving her with all of your being?”

“Why?” said Ron stupidly. ‘If I found out that someone was cheating on me, I’d just leave and-“

“You say that now, Ron!” said Harry, turning red in the face. “You say that now because you don’t know what it feels like…you don’t know that kind of pain! You just say that because you’re not prepared for the love that you start feeling when you’re with that person knowing that they’ve spent time in your enemy’s bed!”

“Sorry, mate!” sad Ron, raising his eyebrows as Harry’s outburst. “Didn’t know you felt that way.”
“Yeah, well, not many people do,” said Harry stiffly.

“But why would she date Malfoy, out of all people?” said Ron his hand over his eyes. “Has she forgotten all that the bastard has done to us?”

Even Harry could not find the answer to that. All he knew was that it happened after the huge Thanksgiving Dance back in November…

“Harry, you really know how to dance,” giggled Hermione.

“It took me years to figure it out,” said Harry, smiling back at her. They were one of the many couples out of the dance floor, twirling away and switching their hips. The smell of roast turkey, stuffing potatoes, and all the great foods filled the room so that everyone felt slightly intoxicated. Hermione and Harry clapped as the song finished, to be followed by another one, faster, with a female singer included.

“You can enjoy this one with someone else, I have to go to the bathroom,” said Harry.

“Fine with me,” she said, giving him a quick kiss. “Come back soon.”

As Harry dashed off, Hermione turned to listen to the singer. Ginny came up to her side, out of breath from dancing so much with Neville.

“Hey Hermione,” she said. “Saw you with Harry a couple of minutes ago, everyone was watching you guys.”

“Oh my gosh, are you serious?” said Hermione, blushing.

“oh yeah,” said Ginny. “I swear, you guys look so good together.”

Ginny had come to grips with Harry and Hermione much slower than Ron had, it took her two weeks to be able to talk to anyone again. When Harry gave her one kiss secretly out of pity for her, Ginny realized that the spark that she though would come did not come. She never mentioned the kiss to anyone, and from now one she was closer friends with the Golden Trio.

“Well, gotta go to the bathroom,” said Ginny. “Too much punch.”

“Okay. And who’s the singer?”

“EMLEE,” Ginny answered running out of the Great Hall and out of sight.

The singer EMLEE was extremely pretty. About twenty years in age, she had firey red hair, with more fire than the Weasleys. In fact everything she had was red. From makeup to clothing to eye color. Her skin, however was the color of black coffe. She was beautiful, no doubt, and the song she sang was beautiful too.

You’ve got a spell over me, baby

I don’t know how it happened

You were the death of me baby

The hate up and end, it ends

A finger tapped her shoulder, looking around she saw Malfoy standing awkwardly in his tuxedo.

“Um…” he mumbled. Hermione couldn’t speak; how was Malfoy standing here wanting to talk to her?

“What, Malfoy?” She snapped. He winced, but stood his ground.

“Hermione…”said Malfoy, taking a deep breath. “Would you dance with me? Just one song, and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“Excuse me/” said Hermione. ‘Why would I want to dance with you?”
“You wouldn’t,” said Malfoy. “But I want to dance with you tnight. Just one dance, and we can pretend this never happened.”

Hermione didn’t know what made her do it. And don’t ask me either. But she took his hand and led him to a corner of the dance floor.

“So no one will se us and think we’re together,” she explained sourly. Malfoy bowed his head in understanding. Then he held her by the waist, ever so gently, as if he was holding a cloud that he could not touch exactly…so that she could not feel him…and she gingerly placed her hands on his shoulders. Slowly they began to dance. EMLEE kept going.

You asked me to dance

I felt like it should never end

Why does everything twist

I want to be more than a friend

Malfoy kept his eyes locked onto Hermione’s. She herself could tear away. His grey eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the Hall. She felt his warm hands begin to relax on her waist.

The Twilight reveals all

And it reveals you

And how for you I’ll do

Whatever you want me to

Somewhere between the verses and the chorus, Hermione’s arms had snaked around her partner’s neck, drawing him to her, nose to nose. His breath tickled her face and he smiled at her. A growing feeling of lust filled her veins. This was not how it was supposed to end.

With just one dance

One dance

And then his hands fell south of her waist. No one ever saw Malfoy and Hermione. They just saw Malfoy running out of the Hall with a figure under his arm. Nobody saw her face.

Harry returned from the bathroom after thoroughly talking with his pal Ron about his date, Lavendar Brown. Malfoy came p to him and actually told him that Hermione wasn’t feeling well. And he believed him.

Hermione saw Draco’s head bobbing towards the Room of Requirement. She tiptoed behind him, tapped his back, and when he turned around, she planted a kiss on his lips.

“Quick,” he said, grabbing her by the arm. “People have an idea about us, they’ll see us and go to Harry…”

“Draco, actually,” Hermione began, but Draco ignored her and sped to the place where the Room of Requirement stood.

“Draco, wait a minute!” said Hermione, flustered, pulling her arm away.

“What?” Draco hissed.

“We need to talk,” said Hermione.

“We can talk inside, now hurry up!” Draco snapped, running three times around the wall until a door appeared. He dragged Hermione inside and the door shut behind him.

“Now,” he said, panting. “What would you like to talk about?”

“About Harry,” said Hermione firmly. “And our secrecy being a problem.”

A/N/ Yes. Believe it or not, I am back with this one. It took me awhile to figure out how to do this thing. But I realized that since one of my reviewers-the mean ones-pointed out that I never explained why Hermione got with Draco, I thought that I should bring in the flashback; Hermione was overtaken by a passion that kept going. And the song that was in here? I made it up. Don’t use it, please.