Full Summary: Hermione Granger. Gryffindor Golden Girl. Virgin Mary. Prude. Hermione feels left behind as her best friends begin to go through the female population at Hogwarts like tissue. Tired of being the butt of every joke, she decides to take matters into her own hands, and a rash decision quickly comes back to bite with deadly consequences.




Hermione closed her eyes and heaved a low sigh as Harry and Ron talked amongst each other, forgetting about her presence altogether. It was late and almost everyone had gone off to bed or to some discreet gathering or another. The only light in the common room came from the raging fire in the fireplace. It wasn't nearly cold enough for it, but it had always had a calming effect on Hermione. She clenched her jaw before opening her eyes, doing her best to focus on the work that they all were supposed to be doing. The three of them had decided to work on this assignment together in order to get it out of the way as soon as possible. Hermione was well on her way to being done. Harry and Ron, however, found that the topic of Parvati Patil's physique was much more interesting.

Her throat clenched, thick with emotion as their words reached her ears. Some time ago, she had thought she'd had a thing for Ron and it even seemed that he fancied her as well. At least, that was what he had made her think. He had been extra nice to her and had showered her with compliments and all sorts of attention. Hermione had been expecting him to ask her out any day now. Then, it seemed that out of nowhere he was suddenly sleeping with anything that had an opening in between its legs. It had stung, there was no doubt about that, but she forced herself to get over it. And she did. After all, they were all supposed to be friends and she didn't want to make things awkward by letting her feelings get in the way. However, it still wasn't easy nor pleasurable to hear about all of his great conquests.

She sneered and rolled her eyes in disgust as Harry laughed and praised his best friend. He was no better. If she closed her eyes, Hermione could still recall Ginny's cries and the look on her face as she told Hermione how Harry had broken up with her out of the blue. He had given the gorgeous redhead some petty excuse about growing apart, but Hermione knew the truth. She was around him almost all the time after the breakup. She knew that what he really wanted was to bask in the onslaught of females that threw themselves at him after the war. Hermione's shoulders sagged with released tension. She felt so left out lately. More than half of their conversations consisted of Quidditch and Girls. Ginny was so heartbroken that she had hardly even seen the younger girl around. She was lucky if Ginny showed up to the Great Hall for food. This, more often than not, left Hermione by herself. How did we end up here?

"…and she's nothing like Lavender. All Lavender did was lay there like a bloody pillow-"

Hermione slammed her book shut before beginning to collect her things, fed up. The two boys finally paused their conversation and looked up at their curly haired friend in concern…shocking.

"You okay, 'Mione?"

Hermione sighed again at Harry's question before turning to face him and Ron as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Never better. Besides, why wouldn't I be? After all, I do so enjoy hearing the two of you go on and on about the girls in this school as if they are nothing more than slabs of meat, purely here for your enjoyment," she snapped.

Ron and Harry stared at her with wide eyes, shocked at her outburst. Harry cleared his throat and at least had the audacity to look somewhat ashamed.

"Sorry. We didn't mean to…we got a bit distracted. Honestly, we forgot you were even here," he explained as he rubbed the back of his head.

Hermione looked down as his words resonated within her head. We forgot you were even here… Ron, on the other hand, simply frowned as if she were in the wrong.

"You could have left anytime you wanted, Hermione. You do have a whole dorm practically to yourself," Ron stated, bringing up her Head Girl status.

Hermione repressed another sigh as she was reminded of the Head's dorm, which she shared with a certain blond and arrogant Slytherin.

"I stayed, Ronald, because we were supposed to be working on this together, remember? I didn't think that your conversation would be endless…"

"Of course not."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked in confusion.

Ron's eyes widened as he registered her tone.

"Oh! I didn't mean anything by it, Hermione. It's just that you don't…well, you know…," he trailed off, hands flailing about.

"No, I don't know," she whispered, clutching her books to her chest.

She noted that Harry looked at his best friend in warning, but Ron paid no mind.

"You don't…do things like normal girls, Hermione. You're not even interested. You do your homework and patrol and read. You couldn't possibly wrap your head around why a conversation about…dating would last longer than five minutes. It's not important to you, and you know nothing about it," he said with a shrug as if he were describing the weather.

Hermione swallowed as she stared at him.

"Oh. I see," she whispered.

"We won't even mention it next time, okay?"

Hermione stared at him with an unreadable expression as she played his words over in her mind.

"Sure," she finally said as she began to walk out.

"See you tomorrow," Harry called behind her just before the entrance shut.

Her walk back to her dorm was quiet. Honestly, the school could have been on fire and Hermione would not have noticed. She was far too deep in thought. Ron didn't even think twice about the words he said, as if it took no effort to pull them to the forefront of his mind. Did that mean that it was true? She shook her head. Of course it wasn't true. She was interested in…that sort of stuff, but it just wasn't important to her right now. Although, it seemed to be important to everyone else. What was the big deal, anyway? With the way the rest of her horny classmates behaved, you'd think that sex was an out of body experience or something.

She murmured her password and paid no heed as the entrance slammed shut behind her. She twisted a strand of her around her finger and tugged on it, her thoughts all over the place. She didn't even notice the half-dressed young man sitting on the couch, watching her through bright, narrowed eyes.

"Who kicked your puppy, Granger?"

Hermione jumped and spun around to face her dorm mate as his deep voice rang throughout the quiet common area. His school shirt was unbuttoned, showcasing an impressive chest. This wasn't so surprising. Apparently, Malfoy was far from modest and had no qualms about walking around their dorm half naked on a regular basis. His hair was messier than usual though and his tie was thrown across the back of the couch. He was leaning back, posed like he was the most relaxed guy in the world and Hermione took note of the female hair clip on the table. He'd just had "company" over, she concluded.

"No one kicked my puppy," she answered, a bit miffed.

He simply raised an eyebrow at her dreary tone, but remained silent nonetheless. At the very beginning of the year they'd called a truce so to speak. Basically, as long as they hardly talked and stayed out of each other's way ninety percent of the time, they'd get along. This didn't mean that they still didn't have their occasional spat though. However, Harry and Ron still treated him like an unwanted blister and Hermione knew that they would freak if they ever found out she was somewhat civil towards the enemy.

She shook her head at him and made her way towards her room, unaware of the way his gaze followed her. She immediately dropped all of her belongings as soon as she shut the door behind her and shoved all of her pillows off of her bed as her knees sank into the mattress, one after the other. She laid her head down and stared at the wall in sadness before sleep overtook her.

"Just…don't think about it, Ginny."

The Great Hall hummed with the sound of chatty students. The younger girl simply picked at her food as Hermione wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulders. The redhead glanced down at the end of the table at Harry with a heartbroken frown, who was laughing with some girl from Hufflepuff. Hermione stared at the scene in anger. It was like he didn't care at all that his ex-girlfriend was literally only a few seats away. It was so disrespectful.

"I don't understand…," Ginny quietly began.

"Ginny," Hermione warned as she faced her, having been over this.

"Why couldn't he just have been honest with me? Why couldn't he just tell me that he wanted to see other people? Yeah, I would have been pissed, but I would have gotten over it. No, he decides to lie and have me wondering for months what I did wrong. You know how many times I replayed the relationship over and over again in my head, trying to see what I could have done to prevent this? You know how many times I blamed myself? Little did I know that there was nothing I could do about him simply being a pig," she tearfully whispered.

Hermione rubbed Ginny's shoulders in comfort as she sighed.

"I'm going to go talk to him-"

"No! I don't want him to know that I'm miserable," Ginny cried, as she clutched her friend's shirt in her fists.

"Ginny…look at you. You are a fiery and independent girl who can have, has had, any guy she wants. Look what he has turned you into? This is not the Ginny I know-"

"Well, I'm sorry, Hermione. I can't exactly help how I feel. I shouldn't have expected you to understand," Ginny harshly interrupted.

Once again, Hermione found herself asking…

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that…you're you. You focus on school and your future and crap. You couldn't care less about the dumb blokes at this school. I shouldn't have expected you to relate…"

Hermione swallowed as similar words from last night were thrown back in her face.

"There was Ron," Hermione quietly defended.

Ginny scoffed.

"Oh, please! That was hardly a crush, and you know it. You only liked him so much because he was the only one showing you any attention. You were desperate-"

Ginny cut herself off as she turned to look at Hermione with wide eyes. Hermione frowned. That stung…a lot. Ginny put her hand over mouth and then dropped it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just…"

"Was telling the truth," Hermione finished.

"I really didn't mean-"

"No, it's fine. Apparently, my lack of experience is well known and it seems to be a popular topic," Hermione whispered.

"Seriously, Hermione, don't listen to me. I'm heartbroken and all sorts of messed up right now," Ginny said.

"But it's the truth, is it not? Stuff like that isn't important to me and my lack of interest in it is pushing me away from my friends. It's all Ron and Harry talk about lately and I just…can't relate," Hermione said with a shrug.

"Did Ron say something? Merlin, I swear I'm going to kick his-"

"He spoke nothing but the truth, Ginny."

"He's still an ass. He can't fathom anyone else's feelings but his own. I think you said it perfectly once. What was that…he has the emotional range of a teaspoon?" Ginny joked.

Hermione chuckled and nodded.

"I really am sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just meant that Ron isn't exactly a catch, and you could waste your time on someone so much better. I'm certainly glad that you're over it though," Ginny whispered.

"Yeah," Hermione halfheartedly agreed as she too began to poke at her food.

Hermione collected her things as they were dismissed. She gathered her notes, organizing them before placing them into her bag.

"Hey guys…," she trailed off as she looked next to her.

Their seats were empty and upon looking towards the entrance, she could see that they were already walking out of the door, deep in conversation. Hermione sighed and threw her bag over her shoulder as she too began to follow behind her classmates. She wished that she could say that it didn't hurt, but it did. She could feel herself slowly being phased out and replaced by the many girls who were giving them what they wanted. After all, hanging around her all the time would cramp their style, now wouldn't it?

She was making her way up the upper floors, going to do some extra studying, when she almost ran into someone.

"Watch it, Granger!"

Hermione looked up and sighed in exasperation.

"Parkinson," Hermione acknowledged before making her way around the pig nosed Slytherin.

"Next time, pay attention to where you're going instead of fantasizing about that weasel of yours," the other girl shouted at Hermione's back.

The Gryffindor simply rolled her eyes, letting the comment roll over her back, even though it did sting a bit. Upon walking into her dorm, she was confronted with the wonderful sight of her dorm mate's back as he hovered over some overly eager female on the couch. Hermione felt her face flush in anger.

The door slammed shut behind her and she dropped her belongings with a thud and a scowl as Malfoy let out a long sigh before sitting up. The girl jumped up and hurriedly began fixing her hair and clothes, apologizing. Hermione recognized her as a prefect, couldn't recall her name though.

"Granger… Thought you'd be at the library or something-"

"I don't care," Hermione snapped, her anger finally boiling over.

She walked down the short set of steps and put her hands on her hips.

"I don't give a flying…you know what if you thought I was going to be at the library. This," she motioned to the living area "…is the common area. Our common area, not your own personal harem whenever you feel like it. You want to wear your penis out? Do it in your own room!"

"What the hell crawled up your butt and died?" he hissed, eyes hardening.

The other brunette in the room cautiously excused herself, taking heed of the growing tension.

"Sorry, Hermione," the younger girl apologized to the Head Girl before exiting the dorm.

Hermione paid the insignificant girl no mind. Malfoy was at fault here…

"Nothing crawled up my butt and died, Malfoy! You are just an inconsiderate…jerk! Is it really that difficult to go to your own room? Do you have that little self-control that you couldn't even make it up the stairs?" she mocked. "Have you regressed back to the savage animalistic state-?"

"Fuck you, Granger!"

Hermione's eyes widened as he rose from behind the couch, stalking towards her. His chest was bare, pants hanging low on his hips and eyes blazing, hair falling into his face. His jaw was clenched, nostrils flaring in anger. He didn't stop until he was directly in front of her, practically on top of her as he towered over her shorter frame. Her heart sped up, and she felt her body unconsciously reacting to his close proximity. She swallowed and took a few steps back…

"Oh, but wait…you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?," he mocked.

Hermione flinched at the insult.

"Is that why you're standing here bitching at me in all of your self-righteous glory? You don't have anyone to take care of that stick up your ass?"

He leaned over, his nose a hair's width away from her own.


"You what? You feel like such a fucking loser because your two best mates are plowing through the female population of Hogwarts like there's no tomorrow, trying and failing to imitate me, might I add, and your other one is a heartbroken mess who can barely get out of bed in the morning? I don't give a rat's ass about your problems and how you deal with them, Granger, just don't take it out on me," he hissed.

"Don't force me to then! This isn't just your dorm. It's mine too," she snapped.

"It's somehow my fault that you're such a damn prude?"

Hermione visibly winced as that last word left his lips. This did not go unnoticed by Malfoy.

"Shut up-"

"Look at you! You're about to jump out of your skin just because I don't have a shirt on-"

"That's because you disgust me, Malfoy."

"Au contraire. I think it's because I actually make you feel something. Who knew? Mother Teresa is actually alive down there-"

Hermione's hand stung from the contact, but it was worth it as his head snapped to the side, a shocked expression on his face. She blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, her shoulders trembling. She had nothing left to say and instead opted for shoving past him. She heard him heave a sigh.


"Leave me alone," she shouted as she walked up the stairs.

"That was out of line, I admit-"

"I don't care, Malfoy. You always say what you want without apologizing. Why start now?"


She slammed the door in his face and leaned against it, letting the tears fall.

"Hey, Hermione…you okay?"

Hermione looked up from her book and stared at Ron in shock. He and Harry had been talking to each other for about the past hour, and she had been as quiet as a mouse. She was surprised they even remembered that she was here. To be honest, she had actually forgotten about them. She had paid no mind to their conversation, it was always the same anyway. Her mind was on something else entirely.

Within a span of two days, three different people had basically said the same thing about her. There was a pattern forming here, and Hermione would be dumb to not see it. Normally, the opinions of others about a topic as trivial as this would not bother her, but she felt so lost. Malfoy had been right, she was upset about what was going on with her and her friends. She wanted to things to go back to how they used to be.

She hated that Ron and Harry had begun to turn into these arrogant heartthrobs who felt that they were God's gift to women. She hated that Harry had screwed Ginny over so badly that the younger Weasley could barely even eat. She hated the looks she received from other girls for simply just being friends with Ron and Harry, as if the three of them hadn't been friends their entire lives. She hated that Malfoy had hit the nail right on the head, that someone like him could know her so well.

Most of all, she hated that she was being left behind. She blinked as she took note of someone snapping their fingers in front of her face.

"Hello…earth to, Hermione…"

Her eyes focused in on Ron's freckled face, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Are you feeling alright?" he questioned as he pressed his hand against her forehead.

What was she thinking? They weren't leaving her behind, nor were they turning into guys like Draco Malfoy. They were still her friends who cared about her. This was just a phase, of course. As Hermione looked at them, she wanted to spill her guts. She wanted to divulge everything that had been on her mind since school started weeks ago. She wanted to tell them how worried she had been and how left out she had felt. She wanted to talk to them like she used to…but she didn't. She bit her lip before sending them a small smile.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just have a lot on my mind…"

"You always have a lot on your mind, Hermione," Harry said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"We should get going, mate," Ron said as he stood, collecting his things.

Hermione looked up in wonder as Harry followed his best friend's lead.

"Where are you going…?"

"Um…we uh-"

"Have a date," Hermione quietly finished.

"We'll finish this tomorrow, we promise," Ron said.

Hermione didn't even have it in her to argue.

"Yeah…sure, no problem."

She had done most of the work anyway. Harry ruffled her hair before they left, throwing goodbyes over their shoulders. Her shoulders slumped as she leaned back in her chair before she too decided to just call it a day. It's just a phase… This was what she kept reminding herself as she threw her books into her bag. The more she repeated it, however, the less true it started to feel.

Just as she slung her bag over her shoulder, a familiar blonde approached her with a small smile.

"Hermione…have you seen Ron?"

"Uh…yeah. He and Harry just left, said something about a date…," Hermione trailed off.

It became apparent by the look on Lavender's face that perhaps telling her Ron was going on a date was definitely the wrong idea. Hermione quickly backtracked, doing her best to avoid being involved in any unnecessary drama.

"But I probably heard wrong, though. Now that I think about it, Harry was the one who is going on a date. I think Ron may have said something about…eating…?"

Hermione cringed as she finished, but no one would ever believe Ron was going to study.

The other girl visibly deflated.

"...and he didn't say anything about where he would be…?

Hermione shook her head as Lavender sighed.

"Sorry. I should go…," Hermione made to leave, but was stopped by Lavender.

"Look I…I'll admit, I'm kind of jealous of you-"

"Excuse me?" Hermione incredulously asked, interrupting the girl.

"You and Ron are really close. You're best friends. You mean a lot to him and…well, it's kind of intimidating," Lavender finished.

Hermione made no comment about how it felt like the exact opposite recently.


"I just…you would know if he was seeing another girl, right," Lavender desperately asked.

Ah. Hermione should have known that the outgoing girl wanted something from her. Hermione swallowed, remembering the conversation from the other night where Ron went on and on about Parvati and how she was nothing like Lavender. Hermione was sure that he even compared Lavender to a pillow…

Now Hermione found herself at a loss. She could be petty and let her feelings overrule the right thing to do and tell Lavender everything. She could expose Ron, after all, it would be no more than he deserved. She could tell the girl about how Ron had slept with her best friend and even tell her what he had said about her. Hermione fidgeted before reluctantly shaking her head.

"No, I'm sorry. They don't exactly talk about those sort of things with me…"

Lavender made a sound that equated "of course" before shaking her head.

"Right, right. I forget that you don't…You wouldn't want to hear about something like that, anyway. I shouldn't have expected that he would confide in you about that. Sorry, Hermione, but thanks anyway."

Hermione stared after the dejected girl as she walked away. It was obvious that Lavender liked Ron and he was out…doing Merlin knows what with Merlin knows who. Hermione exhaled and put her hand to her forehead. She should have just told Lavender the truth. At least the girl would know and Ron would get what was coming to him, but it was none of Hermione's business.

Besides, if she was being honest, she was a bit miffed at Lavender's implication… She sighed and shook her head as she remembered that she and Malfoy had to patrol tonight. It's going to be a long night…

Hermione's hair was heavy with water and she stared in the mirror as the droplets cascaded down her back. She'd had a long shower, long enough to really think. Patrol with Malfoy had been extremely quiet, which was odd seeing as they normally went back and forth with each other. As they had made their way back to their dorm he had given a mediocre apology about his comment yesterday. Hermione brushed him off, she had long accepted the truth of his words. It was all she thought about while she was under the warm spray of water.

She kept telling herself that what was going on with Ron and Harry was just a phase, but she couldn't fight off the thoughts that kept telling her otherwise. She just felt like they were all growing apart and she didn't know what to do. She felt so left behind…so alone. She just didn't get it. What was so amazing enough to completely neglect a friend? It was sex, for Merlin's sake! It was hardly anything to get bent up about. How would you know?

She suddenly blinked. She was right. How would she know? She'd never had sex, barely even been kissed as a matter of fact. She frowned, annoyed that something so...meaningless could stump her. She was brilliant, the smartest student in this whole damn school, but because she'd never shagged some poor fellow, she felt...stupid. She huffed. If she were being honest with herself, it bothered her that people like Ron and Lavender were more educated on a topic than she was. It felt downright insulting. Hermione stared into the mirror in thought before tightly wrapping her towel around herself. Her mind was made up…

She exited the bathroom, going into her room before opening her door and walking across the makeshift hallway to his room. She took a deep breath and looked up at his door before knocking. All she could hear in her ears was the rush of blood and the sound of her erratic heartbeat. All noise seemed to have stopped as the door knob twisted and his door swung open. He had on nothing but pajama bottoms, probably silk, the dark color a contrast to his fair skin. She forced her eyes to ignore his impressive build. His hair was a mess, and he was rubbing his eyes. She wondered if she'd woken him up... It took him a minute to register what exactly was in front of him and when he did, he blinked, eyes widening.

"Granger…? What are you…?" he trailed off, having no need to finish his question as his eyes raked over her in confusion.

Hermione took a deep breath before licking her lips, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I think that you and I should…have sex," she rushed out the last part.

Malfoy's eyes widened even farther if that were possible, eyebrows raised in shock. He leaned his head forward a bit, as if trying to hear better.

"Granger, this joke is going right over my head. Help me understand the humor-."

"I'm not joking. I want to have sex with you," she repeated.

She noted that it was easier to get the words out the second time around. He let out a soft, deep chuckle, showcasing his perfect teeth as he leaned against the door frame. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles on full display as he crossed one leg over the other. He suddenly smirked.

"Oh, really…"

"Yes, really."

He tilted his head a bit.

"And why is that, if you don't mind me asking…?"

Hermione huffed in annoyance at his mocking tone.

"I am the Brightest Witch of My Age. I am the top student in this school. It just makes no sense to me that when it comes to a matter as trivial as sex…," she scoffed the word "…I know next to nothing about it. I don't like that," she explained.

Malfoy straightened up and dropped his arms as he looked at her in an entirely new light.

"You're serious, aren't you?" he asked in awed shock.

"Of course, I'm serious. I wouldn't joke about something like this," she scoffed.

Malfoy took a step forward, smirk back in place.

"And…what if I say no…?," he asked, voice lowering.

"Then I'll go find someone else," she began, missing the way his eyes hardened "…I don't want to, but I will. I may be…somewhat desperate, but I'm not going to beg you to have sex with me, Malfoy. I do have some dignity. It just seems to me that you'd want to keep quiet about this just as much as I. Besides, I've heard things and it makes sense to me that if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it with someone who…knows their way around the bedroom," she finished with a shrug.

He let out a husky laugh.

"You mean if you're going to do this you'd rather get the best. Practical as always, Granger."

She sighed.

"You know exactly what girls say about you, Malfoy. Don't get cocky," she sneered.

He chuckled again.

"It's simply a yes or no," she said.

He stared at her for a while with that damned smirk, making her a little more than uncomfortable. He had an unreadable expression on his face and Hermione assumed the worst. Her heart sank. He was going to say no…

"You know what, I shouldn't have-"


She looked up at him in caution.

"What?" she whispered.

He nodded as he bit his lip.

"I said, okay. I'll have sex with you…"

She stared in shock as he backed up, widening the door for her to come in. She glanced around and brushed a stray curl behind her ear before staring into the dark abyss that was his room. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as he stood beside the door, waiting for her to come in. She swallowed before walking inside, the shadows engulfing her just before his room door slammed shut.

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