Friends, Lovers, or Nothing

It had started out as a kiss, a simple lip crushing, spine-chilling kiss. It wasn’t even her first kiss, but Hermione would be the first to admit that she had never quite been kissed like that before. She was left panting, gasping for air, and yet aching for more.

He had grabbed her in their shared Head’s commonroom, and thrown her against the wall. His lips had crashed down on hers, his body pressed against her, his fingers weaving into her hair. She hated him, and yet, in that moment she couldn’t get enough of him. And then too soon he had pulled away. Smirking, his thumb brushed her swollen lips, and just like that he had turned and walked away.

After that, he hadn’t so much as looked at her, even though they lived together. He probably knew what he was doing to her, making her pine for him. But he had relentlessly held his ground. It was a week later when she was studying in the library that he had plopped down in the seat next to her. “Ron’s shagging other witches,” he said simply, his eyes smoldering her.

She stared at him, transfixed for a second before her jaw dropped and anger flooded her vision. “How dare you! You pompous arrogant ass! After you kissed me and you have the nerve to accuse him of cheating on me?”

“Calm down Granger,” he rolled his eyes. “It was only a kiss out of curiosity. Don’t read more into it than there was.”

“There was something though,” she glared.

“You’re right,” he smirked. “There was something. I never would have guessed that a prude like you would be so responsive to a kiss.”

“Fuck you,” she crossed her arms.

He sneered, looking her up and down. “If that’s what you want.”

She was infuriated now. He was hitting on her? She wanted to punch him. “I’d rather not,” she said through her teeth.

He laughed. “Don’t get so worked up Granger. It was only a joke.”

“Yes so funny,” she rolled her eyes as she started gathering her things. “Your whole life’s a joke isn’t it? You go around getting whatever you want whenever you want it just by giving your last name. You act big and touch in front of your friends, but they don’t hear you, do they? They don’t hear you in the night, when you’re tossing and turning and crying for your daddy to come save you. So during the day you act like a tough guy so that nobody sees that you’re actually really a little boy. So you try to screw up everyone else’s life until they’re as pathetic as you.”

She stood and glared at him, her bag now around her shoulder. “But guess what Malfoy? You tricks aren’t going to work on me. Ron’s not cheating on me, and if you ever kiss me again, I will make sure the Malfoy line ends with you.”

She looked at his angry face once more before turning and walking away. She was so angry. How dare he accuse Ron of something like that? Ron loved her. They had spent years trying to get to where they were now, and Malfoy thought he could ruin it? He had another thing coming then.

She needed to see Ron now, and just have him hold her until she calmed down. She walked up to the Gryffindor tower, where she spent a lot of time with Ron, Ginny, and Harry, even if she didn’t live there anymore. They weren’t in the commonroom, though few were. She knew it was late and they were probably upstairs in their beds. She quietly made her way up, and instantly, she had wished she hadn’t. Harry wasn’t there, but Ron was not alone. Riding him, hard and fast, was none other than Pansy Parkinson. They hadn’t heard her yet because of his moans of pleasure, so she took out her wand and silently cast a spell at him to turn his hard on soft. Pansy stopped, confused. “You didn’t finish, did you?” she asked, still on top of him. “I didn’t feel you.”

“No I didn’t,” he said. “That was bloody weir—“ he was cut short when he noticed Hermione standing at the doorway. He threw Pansy off of him and fumbled for his clothes. “H-Hermione, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be in the library all night.”

“Well I just heard some rather disturbing news and wanted to come see my ex-boyfriend,” she said quietly. “But I can see that you’re busy. Goodbye Ronald.”

“Hermione wait,” he said. “I can explain.”

“Can you Ron?” she asked, fury flowing through her. “Can you explain why you were shagging Pansy fucking Parkinson when you’re supposed to be my boyfriend?” She glared at Pansy who was smirking now. Hermione wanted to hit her. Ron looked down, simply ashamed. “I thought not.”

She turned and started walking away but he called after her. “Hermione, please don’t tell Harry, okay?” he pleaded. “He’ll kill me!”

Hermione wasn’t even sure if she believed Harry didn’t know. Bt she didn’t acknowledge what Ron had just said. How dare he ask anything of her? She just ran straight to her dorm. She couldn’t believe it. He really was shagging other girls. Malfoy was right. She cringed. He was right and he was trying to help her and she went off on him cruelly. Now at least she knew how Malfoy had known. Of course he’d know if his little play thing Pansy was shagging other guys. She went to his room to apologize but was stopped at his door when she heard sounds. There were moans and screams, a girls voice, screaming his name in pleasure. Hermione didn’t know why this infuriated her even more. Her words had had no effect on him. He was still just as much of an arrogant pompous too cocky ass he had always been. God, was everyone in this damned castle getting shagged tonight?

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Hey guys! So I updated. I just wanted to let you guys know that for this story, it will have one chapter in the past and then in the present and then again in the past and so on. I'll make it clear so you guys won't be confused :] Hope you guys like it! Review and rate please :]