When he heard that Granger was in the Hospital, he almost turned blue in the face. From laughing, of course. There were rumors going around school that she got caught with Weasly doing something disgusting, and in the midst of transforming her ripped clothes back together, she had cursed herself instead.
No one actually knew the truth. But he intended to find out and use it against little miss-know-it-all once and for all.
So, he made a plan to play hide and seek. Hide from the people that he would be seeking information from. Simple as that. One afternoon, instead of heading to the Slytherin Common Room, he followed Weasel and Potty down to the lake.
And by followed, he meant throwing on his fathers' brand new invisibility cloak and trying to stay as quiet as possible to get this juicy information.
'I don't know what was wrong with her. I swear, I thought she wanted me too. She went all putty in my hands and then all of sudden she was shoving me away and ran..,' Weasel's voice echoed.
Huh? Granger, a prude? Shocking!
'Then the second time, I made her forgive me. And Blimey, I don't know what happened, Harry. She was looking at me with those big brown eyes, and Merlin I thought I was going to die if I didn't touch her,' he continued.
'Madame Pomfrey thinks that Hermione froze up because of what would have happened if you guys kept going,' Potter said, red in the face.
Granger was scared of sex. Classic. okay, well not really. But there was no doubt that she had grown from that lonesome little girl of eleven to a very attractive woman of seventeen. Weasel was lucky even having the opportunity to touch her. Lucky bastard.
It was 7th year, and everything had changed. The war was over and houses started mixing and becoming friends with other houses. For instance, Pansy was friends with Seamus from Gryffindor. Crabbe and Goyle were friends with Luna from Ravenclaw. And he thought the world was coming to an end when he had made a truce with Granger.
Although she hadn't told anyone, because Potter and Weasel had just been ignoring him as usual. Nothing shocking about that. Everything was okay again. His father was still in Azkaban, and his mother was at home living her days in peace. And he was off at school- actually attending classes and making friends from all three houses. No one put up with his childish antics and eventually he stopped acting like a spoiled brat, and now he was one of the guys. A boy who helped the boy-who-lived defeat the Dark Lord. It was memorable, and at the time he thought he would never have survived against his aunt and all the other Death Eaters he knew. But he did and that's why he was the way he was now.
That didn't mean that when he had dirt on someone he didn't say anything. He did say something. This was about Granger, but he definitely was going to do something about it.
Every boy from first year and up always wondered what Granger hid underneath those baggy robes. Including himself. He wouldn't deny that he had a lot of pent up lust for one bushy haired bookworm. That just made her more forbidden, but she wasn't anymore. And he could have her if he really wanted to. And he really really wanted her.
So, he'd give her the benefit of the doubt and not share her embarrassing secret with the rest of the school. He grinned evilly.
'Harry, I'm so worried about her. She had broken up with me before you came in, and then I asked her to forgive me, and she did. Although, I think she did, and we started kissing and then everything in my mind went absolutely blank,' Weasel replied, motioning with his hands.
'Did she say anything while you guys were...umm...there?' Potter choked out. Merlin, hilarious.
'She told me to stop, but I thought that if I could calm her down more then everything would be okay. I really messed this up, she'll probably never forgive me,' he muttered.
Draco smiled. No, she probably wouldn't forgive Weasel... and that was where he came in.
He started for the castle, bent on reeking habit for one Hermione Granger.
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