I knew for a while that Ginny fancied girls, but when she asked me,
"Hermione, can I draw you naked?"
She at least had the good graces to blush.
I on the other hand, experienced what it felt like to have a lump in my throat for the first time.
"Tastefully, I mean. You know… for art class," she continued, "You'll be covered in all the right places. It's just… forgive me if this embarrasses you, but you have beautiful curves." She shyly looked down at the floor.
I was taken aback by this, unconsciously tightening the grip on my books and bringing them up to cover my chest. Finally I gulped and choked out, "I'll think about it."
She looked back up at me and smiled. "Thanks… um, just let me know later then." With that she brushed past me quickly and wondered out of the library. I, for one, could barely think right then let alone walk. Leaning against the large book case I let out a sigh and attempted to collect myself, although the feeling of my heart being lodged into my throat didn't go away.
"Wow, after listening to that I suddenly got a flashback of 'Titanic'. Only this time I bet it'll be even more gay than the movie."
I whipped my head around only to meet a set of piercing blue eyes and an ugly smirk. I swear this boy makes me want to vomit.
"Piss off, ass-hat!" I snarled, grabbing my bag and striding away.
"The name's Malfoy, you mudblood bitch!"
Ok, mudblood I can take. But bitch? Uh-uh.
Smugly, I turn around… then I spit a thick, juicy loogie right in the bastard's eye. As I predicted, he called me a bitch (again, oh so original) and reached to grab me.
"Nuh-uh," I say, "You touch me and I scream 'rape'." I looked at him challengingly. He let go of me immediately and backed away, looking around to see if anyone had been watching. With a final warning of, "You better watch yourself, Granger", he stalked back into the many rows of books. I turned around and left the library muttering under my breath, "Yeah right, daddy's boy."
Before I could reach the common room I was pulled aside by Harry who seemed to be out of breath.
"Hermione," he took a second to catch his breath. I looked at him quizzically.
"Harry, have you been running?"
"Yeah… I followed you from the library."
A blush suddenly rushed to my cheeks and I could hear myself stutter like an idiot, "Oh well, Ginny just wanted to, well…"
"Ginny? I'm talking about Malfoy! Did you seriously just spit in his face?" he asked, almost amused.
Oh God, my face must be bright red by now. "Um… yeah. I did." I finally admitted it.
Harry suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. "Hermione, you're my hero! That was the most awesome thing I've ever seen you do!"
I smirked, "Even more awesome than the time I punched Malfoy in the face during third year?"
Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and he smiled in bliss at the wonderful memory. When he came back to earth, he pulled me into a hug and I squealed in surprise as he twirled me around.
"Ah! Harry! Put me down!" He obliged and did something I would have never expected; he grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me right on the mouth. My eyes were wide and I grunted in surprise. The kiss ended in an instant and Harry walked off with a newfound kick in his step.