So, what happened that made Hermione gasp? Well, here it is...
Hermione
It was Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy snogging. He was pushing her up against the desk, pressing his mouth against hers fiercely, and running his hands down her body. His shirt was already half off, thanks to Pansy. When she finally noticed me standing there with an appalled look on my face, she pushed Draco off of her.
“What are you doing here?” She interrogated with a high-pitched voice. She tugged down Draco’s shirt.
Draco glanced up slowly and rather groggily. The instant he saw me, his eyes broadened. He quickly stood up straighter, running a hand through his pale hair.
“What are you doing here?” I retorted to Pansy. I could feel the anger rising in me. It’s not like I liked Draco a lot or anything, but what gave him the right to kiss me one day and the next, start snogging Pansy?
“None of your business.” Pansy’s eyes darted back and forth between Draco and me. Then she slid away after seeing the look in Draco’s eye.
I watched her leave, but only for a second. “What did you think you were doing?” I hissed at Draco.
Draco
I couldn’t describe how I felt at that moment. I felt dirty and mean and like a bloody traitor. I didn’t know that I was capable of feeling those types of emotions. I’d been brought up not to. “What do you mean?” I asked dumbly, obviously stalling.
Hermione took a menacing step closer. “You very well know what I mean, Malfoy. You can’t just go around snogging different people.”
I gave her a look of superiority. “Sure I can. You can’t tell me what to do, Mudblood.” I cocked my eyebrow in a lazy fashion.
“Well, then don’t expect anything from me, because you won’t get it,” she snarled, turning to leave.
“Why?” I called after her. “Why does it matter to you?” I knew my voice sounded harsh, but it hinted some curiosity underneath.
Angrily turning around, she snapped, “It’s just wrong, Malfoy. How do you expect to maintain any relationship if you betray someone? You can’t.”
I fell silent for a while.
“You know what? I think you’re one desperate guy,” she said to me. “You’re hurting and you just don’t want to show it because you’re a coward, and you just get into relationships with girls because you can get something physical out of it.” Her voice was rising.
I must have looked like I’d been slapped in the face. I might as well have been. Her statement hit home. It’s just that I’d been hiding from those things for so long. I was hurting, and I knew it. I’d always seeked physical love, since Mother and Father were always so busy with everything else but me. I couldn’t recall the last or first time they’d hugged me or touched me in a loving way. The only touch I received was blows in the head and shoves from Father.
“What if I told you I wouldn’t do anything with any other girl?” I asked, quieter now. The last thing I wanted to do was lose Hermione. I don’t know why. It was just something that compelled me. “Would you still accept me?”
It was her turn to remain silent. I could see that she was still seething. She had every right to. “I don’t know,” she finally told me. “What happened to the whole ‘Pansy is a git’ line?”
I swallowed, and then spat, “Fine, she is a git, if that make you happy. It just so happens that I felt like snogging someone so I did. And since you weren’t available…” Great. I shouldn’t have said that.
Hermione’s face didn’t lesson whatsoever.
“Ok, I’ll promise you that I won’t do it again,” I blundered. That was the last desperate hope I had. It sounded lame, even to me.
Looking at me hard, I felt as if she were tapping into my innermost thoughts. How did girls do that? After a long, drawn-out silence, she muttered, “You’re pathetic,” and stormed away before I could say anything more.
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The biggest cliffie of the story.
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