𝑀𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒

𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑒

"I still can't believe you spend a day with Pansy and survived" Draco chuckled

Hermione playfully glared at him through the mirror

"Don't be so cocky Malfoy, who knows what she may have told me" she smirked

"She didn't tell you anything" Draco told her

"How is Mr. Boo Boo?" She asked him innocently

Draco gawked at her, clearly not expecting that

"Don't you ever mention Mr. Boo Boo again"

Hermione laughed

"What was Mr. Boo Boo? Pansy said it was a niffler?" She said, Draco stalked up to her

"N-No, no" she told him, backing away from him, he broke out in a run and she squealed before running away from him

He quickly caught up the her and grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, she laughed loudly and tried to loosen his grip

"Say you'll never mention Mr. Boo Boo again" Draco whispered into her ear, Hermione shivered and fought the urge to lean into his chest

"Make me" she challenged him

She could feel Draco's chest vibrate and his free hand moved to her side, she fought the urge to squirm but didn't succeed, he stilled his movements

"Are you...ticklish?" He asked, Hermione shook her head but giggled when he ticked her

"Say you will never bring up Mr. Boo Boo and I'll let you go" he said

"Is it true you still have him?" She whispered

Draco started moving his fingers against her side and she burst out laughing, she squirmed and tried to free herself from his grasp

"N-No!" She wheezed and still fought him, he brought them to the floor and straddled her, using both hands to tickle her while she squirmed under him

"I-I-I won't bring him up again!" She yelled, Draco still his movements, he was still on top of her while she panted under him

"Better" he smirked, he saw her strand of green hair and played with it

"Still have this?" Draco whispered

Hermione smiled and nodded

They went silent, Draco began playing with the strand of hair

"Green is your colour" he smirked, Hermione rolled her eyes

Hermione hated to admit the butterflies she had in her stomach with this position, he looked rather perfect with the way his hair fell over his eyes, how his fingers felt entwined in her hair

And she hated how she was no longer confused

She had an attraction towards Draco bloody Malfoy, and her heart broke slightly with knowing that he would never feel the same way about her, she saw him glance down to her lips

Hermione licked her lips, she watched as his eyes darkened momentarily

"Malfoy—" she whispered

Draco hummed but didn't back away from her

The atmosphere shifted in the small studio room, it suddenly felt harder to breath

Draco began to lower his head and Hermione felt her eyes flutter close

"Well isn't this a surprise"

Draco quick pulled away and Hermione almost whimpered and the loss of his warmth

She turned to the door and saw Blaise standing there with a look on his face

"Am I interrupting something?" He asked innocently

Hermione had never wanted to murder someone as much as she wanted to murder Blaise Zabini in that moment, war heroine be damned

"No" Draco answered, he stood up and walked to his bag, Hermione felt embarrassed with her position and slowly stood up, crossing her arm over her chest

"What do you need?" She asked Blaise

Blaise didn't answer right away, it looked as if he was analyzing her, she shuffled in her spot for a second

"I was looking for Draco" he told her

"Is Ginny up in the dorms?" Hermione asked him

He nodded and Hermione smiled weakly, she walked up to her bag and pulled out her pants before turning to Draco

"I-I'll see you later" she whispered and walked out of the studio

"We're just friends...we're just friends...we're just friends" she told herself her while walking towards the Head Dorms

She whispered the password and made her way to Ginny's room

"Gin?" She knocked

Ginny opened the door and immediately noticed the odd expression on Hermione's face

"Hermione? Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly

"We're not just friends" Hermione whispered

"Come in" Ginny whispered, Hermione shuffled in and dropped her back on the floor

"Ginny what am I going to do?" Hermione asked and sat down on the bed, putting her elbows on her knees and dropped her head

"Tell me everything that happened"

And Hermione told her everything that happened, somewhere mid-explanation she started crying

"Ginny...I can't feel like this" Hermione whispered

"Why?"

Hermione scoffed

"In what world would me and Malfoy work? We have too much history, people don't even want us to be friends Ginny, how do you think the world would react if Malfoy and I try to become anything else?" Hermione asked

"Hermione...you've never let society try to control you, why start now?" Ginny asked her

"Because I've never felt this way about anyone" Hermione said "he gives me butterflies and he pushes me, Merlin's beard Ginny, no one pushes me like Malfoy pushes me, mentally, intellectually, emotionally and physically...no one has ever pushed me as much as he does, he doesn't let me rest, he doesn't let me stop, he doesn't go easy on me, he's...he pushes me to be the best"

"Then fight for him Hermione, prove to the world that good things can come from anyone and everyone" Ginny told her

"I'm scared that I don't have any fight left in me Ginny...I'm so tired of fighting the injustice, whenever I feel that I can finally breath, something pulls me back under the water...this time it's my differences with Malfoy, there's too much history between us" Hermione said

Ginny watched as her friend's shoulders sagged with defeat, she didn't know what to tell Hermione, the brunette hair witch had a point, she spends so much time fighting and nothing seems to go her own way

"I'm overthinking, he'll never feel the same way about me" Hermione told her, standing up and grabbing her bag

"Is it alright if I use your shower?" Hermione asked, Ginny nodded

"Wait...what did you mean by 'he'll never feel the same way'?"

"He's Malfoy and I'm...me" Hermione shrugged, she entered the bathroom and locked the door, she leaned against it and sighed sadly

"We're just friends" she told herself, even though she no longer believed it