Just Pretend

This chapte was beta'd by my great Beta Molls. Thank you




"What?"

"I told you she's evil! She locked us in here."

"Use your wand," Hermione said.

"I didn't bring mine, use yours."

"I didn't bring mine either. I could kill you for throwing us in here!" Hermione glared at him.

"Do you think someone would hear us if we scream for help?" he asked.

"I don't know," Hermione said irritably. Then she sneezed.

"Bless you. I told you that you were going to get sick!"

"Thank you. And I'm not sick."

"Help! Someone let us out! Help!" Harry yelled, pounding on the door.

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Draco awoke groggily to someone shaking him. Thinking it was Hermione trying to get him out of bed, he pulled that someone into bed with him. The body felt heavier than Hermione's, but hey, how would he know, he was half asleep.

"Hey, I don't go both ways, man!" Blaise said, struggling as he tried to get out of his grasp.

Draco's eyes shot open. He let go of Blaise.

"Where is Hermione?" He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. Damn, he hadn't meant to fall asleep for that long.

"Hell if I know. Draco, you know you have a--"

"Blaise, I don't care, I want to know where Hermione is."

"But--"

"Come on, let's go try and find her. Whatever you have to say, you can tell me later. I bet she is at the library, that's like her second home."

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Hermione and Harry were now sitting against the wall of the closet.

"Doesn't she know that you're dating Ginny?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think she cares really," Harry said. He paused. "Hermione....I'm sorry."

"For what, Harry?"

"I'm always getting you into some kind of trouble. It is more less because you're my friend."

"I don't care about any of that. I would be your friend either way."

"But, Hermione, you've always been there for me."

"And you've been there for me, too, Harry."

"You know, I have been trying to look up some things about that rock."

"Harry, I'll do some research for you. I think I'm just a bit better at it than you."

The door suddenly flew open. There stood Professor Snape. He didn't look too happy either.

"I knew I heard voices in here. What are you two doing?" Snape asked, glaring at them.

"We got locked up in here, sir. It's my fault sir, not hers," Harry explained.

Snape looked at them skeptically. He opened his mouth to say something and was cut off by--

"What are you doing in a closet with Potter?" Draco yelled.

Harry and Snape stared at the piece of paper that was sticking to Draco's head.

"I want you all back to your common rooms immediately. I assume, Mr. Potter, that you and Miss Granger won't get stuck in a closet again. Off with you all." He stormed away, robes billowing behind him.

"I want to know why you were in there with him! What were you two doing in there?" Draco demanded.

"You better not be imagining that we were shagging, that was not the case," Hermione answered sternly.

Harry decied that he was going to step back a bit, and found himself next to Blaise, who was doing the same.

"Oh, please do tell me what the case is then," Draco asked harshly.

"You...you bastard! How can you think I would fuck him! He is my friend! You're mental!" Hermione yelled. She turned away to leave.

"Hey, what's that thing stuck to his head?" Harry whispered to Blaise.

"I don't have a clue, but I tried to tell him. He wouldn't listen to me," Blaise whispered back, leaning a bit toward Harry.

Draco grabbed a hold of Hermione. "Don't turn your back when I'm talking to you!" Draco yelled.

"You can talk but I'm not listening to you!"

"You're just like them. You're just like the rest of them, you know that?! Why I thought I could trust you, I don't know!" Draco yelled as he let her go.

"I take it you're as lost as I am as to what they're talking about," Blaise asked Harry. There was no point in whispering now--it wasn't like those two could hear anyone else over their yelling.

Hell, he and Potter could be making out and they still wouldn't have noticed.

-smack-

Draco held his cheek as she took off.

"I think you pissed her off," Blaise commented dryly.

"Piss off," Draco said, walking off.

"You're lucky, you only have to take care of Malfoy. I'm scared to go near her right now, but she needs me," Harry told Blaise.

"I would be lucky if he just got drunk and passed out, but I assure you I have no such luck. See ya, mate."

Blaise took off after Draco and Harry did the same for Hermione.

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"How dare he think that I'm like the sluts he dates!" Hermione yelled to no one in particular.

"Oh, that is what he meant," Harry mumbled. He was sitting in the heads common room on the couch.

"He doesn't trust me! I am supposed to be his girlfriend!"

Harry knew better then to put his two cents in.

"Harry, I am right aren't I?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, Hermione, of course." He stood up and hugged her. He had also learned to agree with whatever she said when she was like this.

"I'm just going to take a shower and go to bed, Harry. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Are you going to be ok?"

"Don't I look like I'm going to be ok?" She snapped.

"Yes, of course you do. I'm just worried, that's all. I'll see you tomorrow then." He hurried out the door before she could say another word.

Hermione went into her room. She didn't stop for clothes or a towel, just headed straight for the bathroom.

She turned on the hot water and then some cold. She started to undress.

'Why am I getting so upset? It isn't like we're really going out,' Hermione thought. She looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe Ron is right. No one would want me but him. He doesn't even want me. Sighing, she got into the shower.

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"I went and jumped the gun!" Draco yelled, sitting with Blaise in the Slytherin common room. "I screwed things up with her."

"Why do you care so much? You wouldn't give a crap if it was another girl and she had slapped you," Blaise said.

"Because the other ones really did cheat on me, but Hermione didn't. It wouldn't have been the first time, mate."

"You do realize that there is a piece of paper on your head right?" Blaise asked.

Draco felt around his head until he found the piece of paper. Then he read it. "Hermione put it on my head while I was sleeping."

"Was this on my head the whole time?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes, and before you ask why I didn't tell you that it was there, I'll have you know that I tried to tell you," Blaise said quickly.

"Do you know how stupid I must have looked with this on my head?!"

"Oh, yes, I was there, remember?"

Draco sighed with frustration. "Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going to go to bed." Draco said and he was out the door.

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After a long time spent thinking and calming herself, Hermione climbed out of the shower. Now she regretted her haste in rushing into the shower and wished she had at least grabbed a towel. When she looked up, Draco was standing there with a towel in hand.