Just Pretend

It has been one week, and Hermione was avoiding him. She was already gone in the morning when he woke up.

She was already in bed when he got there or atleast pretending she was asleep. The have great sex and she wanted it too. So what did he do wrong?

He was going mad without her talking to him. He didn't sleep worth shit at night. He looked like someone had chewed him up, spit him out and like dragged him threw some dirt. Then he was put in hell and back.

What in bloody hell was this girl doing to him? Today he was going to talk with her if it was the last thing he did. He will do ANYTHING just to talk to her.

Draco remember the morning after they had sex. He woke up and she was gone and there was a piece of paper stuck to his head again.

He must have done something wrong. He couldn't figure out what though, he hadn't the slightest idea. Draco sighed heavly. He must find out what wrong.

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"So, what did you find out?" Harry asked.

"Well, it is very interesting. That rock is really someone's heart." Hermione said.

Harry dropped it on the table. "What do you mean that it was someone's heart?"

"Fredrick Wenro was lovers with Isabella Porwell. He was not a pureblood like Isabella nor was he rich. She was pureblooded, rich and a very powerful witch. Harry we are talking Dumbledor power. But they loved eachother anyway.

"Isabella's family didn't like Fredrick and their daughter would continue to love him anyway. So they had him killed. It says that she cut of his heart.

"She then placed a curse on it. One who has a heart as pure as her lover's will be able to use it, but something will be lost only it something is gained.

"The last person who used it was able to bring back his wife but lost his eyesight and he was known for beautiful paintings."

"Wow, he gave up his eyesight to bring back his wife. That is amazing." Harry looked overwhemled.

"How did you get this again?" Hermione asked.

"I had a dream that I was suppose to go out to that lake, I showed you and get it. Then when I woke up in the morning there was a note beside my bed that said. This will help you, but only if you let it." Harry explained.

"That is weird, so you better keep it. Harry it looks like it is going to be useful to you." Hermione.

Harry picked it up. It was blood red and it had a hard outlining to it, like it was being protected.

"So....What is going on?" Harry asked as she went threw some otherbooks.

Hermione looked up at him puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"Why have you been avoiding Malfoy?" He asked rasing a eyebrow.

"I'm not. I just don't have time for him right now. Plus I'm sure he don't even notice that I'm gone." Hermione said dismissingly.

"Mione, everytime he comes into a room. You disappear out of it before he can even find you. Did you guys get into a fight or something?" Harry said.

"Hello, Hermione. Might I have a private word with you?" Draco asked.

Where the hell did he come from?Hermione thought. "No, sorry but I'm busy right now."

"I swear, if you don't talk with me that I will cause a scene." He threatened.

"You wouldn't dare....You better not!" Hermione said. Standing up now.

"Then talk with me."

"No."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because Draco, you can't force me to do something I don't want to! I will fucking talk to you when I want, until then. If you want to live leave me the hell alone!" Hermione yelled on the top of her lungs, causing a scene all by herself. Hermione left the great hall.

"Oh no you don't! Get back here! I'm not done talking to you!" Draco yelled going after her.

"Malfoy! Are you trying to get yourself murdered?!" Harry yelled.

He was about to run after Draco but Ron stopped him by asking him something.

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"Leave my room now!" Hermione yelled.

"First tell me what I did wrong!"

"Come on, Draco this is pretend only. We don't need to get real emotions involed."

"What if I don't want it to be pretend anymore?! What if I want real emotions! What if I want you? What if I want it to be real? What if I want to love you? What about that Hermione?!" Draco yelled back.

"Hermione, are you in there?" Harry asked.

"Oh no. Get under there quick, he can't see you in here." Hermione stuffed Draco under her deck in her room. Then she qucikly at her desk.

"Tell me that you didn't kill him, and that you not a murder!" Harry asked.

"Who? Oh, you mean that git. I don't know where he is. He better not come in here though."

Harry sat down on her bed. "Please, Mione tell me what going on."

"A git am I?" Draco whispered. The Slytherin in him came out. He smirked like the devil.

He rudded his hand up her thing until he found her panties. He noticed that she opened he legs wider for him.

She won't talk to me, but I can do this to her? Draco thought.

Draco started to rub her clit through her panties. He was very please when he saw that she had a grewing wet spot on them.

He used one hand to push aside her panties. He let his tongue flick her clit.

"Oh! No, Harry I'm fine!"

"Are you sure, you looked really flushed."

Draco had to stop himself from laughing. He loved the way she tasted. He then used his other to pump two fingers inside her. He would have her coming in no time.

"Yes, Harry its just my belly thats all."

"You should have told me sooner. I have this great muggle stuff. I will get it for you. I will be right back."

As soon as he lefted she comed and hard.

When she got up from the desk. Draco crawled out laughing.

"Love, you hardly could make a sentence."

"When I get back you better be gone." Hermione left to go after Harry to tell him that she felt better.

I give her a orgasm and she gets mad at me! Draco thought.