Just Pretend

A/N: This chpater was beta-ed by my wonderful beta Molls. Thank you!


Mr.Granger and Mr.Weasely took Draco out to a pub. Harry just prayed his wand was still in the car. That he wouldn't take it out. He could only imagine what he would do if saw a something muggle.

Harry would hate to seen him here around Halloween. Hermione told him what muggles do on Halloween. How they dress up and everything. Draco would have a field day if even one muggle came up to him and said 'Trick or Treat'

In the meantime, Harry was trying to herd Hermione back into the house, but she refused to come in.
Harry wasn't stupid enough to go out there until she calmed down a bit first. Ron wasn't stupid enough to do it a second time. When he did try to get her to come in, she gave him a look like "Go-ahead-and-just-try-to-touch-me-see-what-happens."

Finally, Harry walked outside cautiously towards her. She still sat in the snow where Draco had thrown her. He wasn't sure if she was ever manhandled before. By the looks of it Harry would say no.
She look angry, surprised, and hurt--and understandably so. Harry took a deep breath hoping it wasn't going to be his last. Was he really that mad to mess with a woman who was pissed off?

"Uh...'Mione, do you want to come in? You know it is a bit cold out here. I don't think you really want to be a snowman." Harry could have sworn that he saw her mouth twitch into a smile for a moment.

Hermione looked up at Harry with tear-filled eyes. Harry's face softened even more. "Oh, 'Mione." He got down on the ground with her. Then he put his arms around her, bringing her to his warm chest. "I guess I'm going to be a snowman, too."

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Mr.Granger and Mr.Weasely saw Draco coming into the house like he just saw Merlin himself. They decided that they were going to take him out for a drink or two.

Draco didn't bother telling them no. He didn't bother to tell them anything. He just followed them and did what they told him to. They ended up at a pub. Draco even let them order his drinks for him. He drank whatever was put in front of him. He was glad that Mr.Granger or Mr. Weasely didn't try to make him talk.They had small talk between themselves and that was it.

Draco loved her! How could she do that to him with that jerkoff. Dammit! He was letting some girl get him all worked up with jealousy over another guy. But that was the problem, wasn't it? She wasn't just another girl.

She was his. She was his girl. He didn't share what was his. That damn fucker was kissing her! What gave him that right? Draco looked at the drink in front of him and downed it.

He was playing in over and over again in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Maybe he just had to see her all together.

He was sure if he told Dumbledore what was going on and that the precious Head Girl was in trouble that he would have her protected somehow and then Draco would be forced to have nothing to do with her. His father would certainly be happy about that.
Draco knew his father could still come after her even if Draco really was done with her. That bothered Draco, too.

Could he ever be done with her?

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The women decided to go shopping and take Ron with them so he could carry everything. The only ones left in the house were Harry and Hermione.
He had finally gotten her in the house. He had to promise to drink with her though. Harry usually didn't drink all that much. He would have done anything to get her in the house, though to prevent them from becoming "snow people". He didn't want her to get sick.

They were up in her room. She didn't even make it to her bed. As soon as she entered the room, Cheeko bounded over to greet them. Cheeko sniffed Harry first, then went to her mother. That was the first time Harry seen Hermione smile the whole time--when Cheeko was giving her attention.

She really did love that dog and the dog returned the love it got. Harry was glad that the dog didn't find him important enough to attack. Hermione put Cheeko on her bed. Hermione let herself slide against the bed until her bum hit the floor.

She looked straight ahead at her wall. Hermione's room was quite big. Of course, with Hermione at school, the room was Cheeko's. Cheeko had to stay in here when they had company over.

"Harry, you're staring at me and you know I hate that." Hermione said, before she lifted the bottle to her throat and took a long drink. Harry knew it had to be something muggle because he had no clue what it was called.

"Sorry." Harry took a seat next to her and she handed him the bottle. He did the same as she had just done before he sat down. She had grabbed the bottle out of the cabinet downstairs and in the short distance from the cabinet to her room, they had the bottle half empty.

It was a big bottle. He was already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. He was feeling warm around his face mostly. He guessed Hermione did, too, since her cheeks were flushed with a rosy color. He wonderedif he look like that, too.

"Harry, you know, for a little bit Draco and I were only pretending to date to get back Ron and Pansy," Hermione confessed as she took the bottle away from Harry to take another swig before she passed it back to him so he could do that same.

"Well, it worked. I'm not too thrilled about you lying to me though," Harry admitted, after he took his own drink from the bottle before she could claim it back from him.

"I'm sorry. It seemed like a good idea. Plus, I've liked him for a while now." Hermione giggled. "You want to know something?" Then she grabbed the bottle and took a swig.

Harry took the bottle from her. "Sure." Then he drank from the bottle.

"He ate me out one time, and you were in the room." Hermione giggled again.

He looked at Hermione and laughed. "Couldn't wait until I left? Hermione, you're a trip and a half."

Hermione smiled. "How far did you and Ginny go?" Hermione asked. She watched his expressions carefully. Ginny was too shy to tell Hermione anything. Even if they kissed she was too shy to tell Hermione.

But right now, they were both buzzed so why not just ask him? "All the way." He said against the rim of the bottle before he drank from it again. "What about you? Have you had sex with Draco?" He asked, handing her the bottle.

"Yep." After she said that, they just sat in silence for the longest time. Then Hermione asked something Harry also wondered for a while now, too. "Why didn't we date?" Hermione set the bottle down on the other side of her.

"To be honest with you. I don't know. I guess we just didn't take an interest in each other. Don't get me wrong...I think you're beautiful," Harry said. He turned his head to look at her instead of the wall.

"We didn't give us a chance." Hermione mumbled.

Harry laid his head back against the bed. He heard Hermione moving. Hermione straddled his legs. Harry didn't move. He stared deeply into her brown eyes. Hermione loved Harry's bright green eyes. They made him even more handsome.

Hermione leaned down until she was inches from his lips. Then Harry brought his lips the rest of the way to hers. He slid his tongue between her soft lips. He could taste what they had been drinking on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer.

Hermione reached her hands between them and started to unbotton her shirt. "What is wrong with me, Harry? Not even you wanted me." Hermione took his hand and let his hand run over her breast. He immediately took control of what his hand was doing.
Their mouths and tongues met again. Hermione liked the way Harry smelled. Draco smelled better, but Harry smelt nice, too.

She slid her hand over the bulge in his pants. Harry took a sharp gasp in. "Hermione..." was all he got out.

"Why doesn't anyone want me, Harry?" She asked again as she started to unbutton his pants. She saw a little line of hair that went from his bellybutton all the way into his boxers.

"Hermione....We should stop," Harry said grabbing her hand away from his throbbing cock and pulling his mouth away from hers. "We have to stop."

Hermione looked up at him hurt and mad. "Why, Harry? Why don't you want me?! What is wrong with me?!" Hermione yelled, as she got off of him.

Harry stood up and buttoned his pants. "Wait a minute, Hermione. I'm dating Ginny--your best friend. I thi-"

Hermione stood up, too, and then smacked him across the face.

Then she went to leave her room but Harry stopped her. "Have you gone mad?!" Harry yelled. Hermione glared at him. She went to smack him again but he caught her wrist and pinned her hand against the wall.

"I'm not the one you're really mad at. This has to do with Draco--not me." Hermione went to use her other hand to smack him.

Harry caught that wrist too and pinned it against the wall as well. "Shut up, Harry! Shut up!" Hermione screamed at him.

"No! You are going to listen to me." Harry yelled back.

"I. hate. you."Hermione said with a coldness in her voice that Harry had never heard before. Harry let her hands go and left her room.