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This Curse on your Lips by Malfoylove

Format: Novella
Chapters: 23
Word Count: 41,035
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, General, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Seamus, Draco, Pansy, Fred/George, Ginny
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Hermione, Ron/OC

First Published: 09/14/2005
Last Chapter: 07/04/2006
Last Updated: 07/04/2006

Summary:
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"The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips, I hope they taste of me- forever, forever." Will they get together? Will they last? How will everyone else cope? Is it worth it? Are they a curse to each other?song lyrics from Fall Out Boy- "Chicago is so two years ago" lyrics. PRE- HBP


Chapter 3: Chapter Three - Dealing With The Roommate

A/N- Not much for me to say before you guys read this . . . So I'll jump right into the story! :o) ENJOY!

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Chapter Three
*Hermione*


"What's so bad about me?" Malfoy asked.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I asked. He shook his head no.

"You've got to be bloody kidding me. You really want to know?" I asked getting angry.

"Yes." He said weakly, watching my every move. I sighed and looked at him in the eye. There was no emotion. His eyes were empty. Just pools of silver, nothing more than color.

"You are an insufferable little prat. You have tormented me since the first day we came to Hogwarts because I was not lucky enough to have wizarding parents. You hate me because Harry didn't take your offer to be friends first year. I can't think of one day I've been at school that you haven't made it your personal mission to make it a living hell for me." I said refusing to break eye contact. He would not think of me as the weak one.

"So now tell me Malfoy-" I said a moment later, he raised an eyebrow at me."What is so horrible about me other than my blood?"

He was the first to break eye contact. I felt tears but I blinked them back, still looking at Malfoy. He got up and walked around in front of the fire.

He paced back and forth, back and forth. He seemed to be having quite the argument within his head. 'What is he thinking. How hard can it be to answer? I told him everything without a mere thought." my mind in constant wonder. He glanced up at me, murmured something to himself then went back to pacing, showing no other sign of noticing me even being in the same room as him.

Suddenly, as if making up his mind and wanting to answer before regretting his choice, he stared at me, directly in the eyes. For the first time, his cold, emotionless silver eyes were not bright blue, and filled with hurt and confusion.

"It's you." He whispered, barely audible. "You're perfect. You have everything. I'm jealous." He didn't go into any more detail.

I suddenly felt something on my ankle. I looked around to see Crookshanks paying at my leg. I was laying in my bed, my hair wet still from my shower.

'Was it all a dream?' I thought. "After my shower, I laid down to think...that was a dream. I had a dream Malfoy thought I was perfect.' Man oh man.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I changed into my pajamas and went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning and went to take a shower. I walked in to see Malfoy getting out of the shower with only a towel around his waist. I couldn't help but stare. Quidditch had his whole body toned, more so than what I thought on the train. His hair was wet and going every which way, falling into his eyes. He winked at me then smirked, walking into his room. I quickly took a shower. I did a drying spell on my hair and wore it straight. I put on a black skirt, a pink halter top and pink flip flops. Classes didn't start until tomorrow. Realizing I was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch, I went downstairs to the common room and rang for a house elf.

"Yes Ms. Granger." It greeted me.

"Is there anything around for breakfast?" I asked.

"Anything you like Miss." It squeaked.

"A blueberry muffin?" I asked.

It disappeared, coming back moments later with a muffin and pumpkin juice. I sat at the table to eat it when I heard Malfoy come downstairs. I pretended not to notice. I felt Malfoy's eyes burn into me. I glanced at him to see him staring at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked him.

He smirked. "It looks like you still have cocoa in your hair." He teased.

"Impossible. I've washed my hair almost 50 times in the past 24-hours." I murmured getting up.

"The Mudblood doesn't feel like fighting?" Malfoy spat.

"Not today." I said in a singsong voice turning to him and smiling. I walked out the front portrait hole leading to the halls. I walked to the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Harry were playing wizards chess.

" 'Ey 'Mione." They both mumbled.

"Hi guys." I said walking over. I glanced at their game so far. It looked like this was the closest Harry has come to beating Ron yet. Just then Ginny walked down to the common room. Seeing me, she ran over.

"So?! How's Malfoy?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide.

"Really, uhm, Can I talk to you in private?" I asked. Ron and Harry paid no attention to us. We went up to the girls dorms and I told Ginny everything, including my dream and how Malfoy was acting.

"Well." Ginny thought. "So he's actually being nice?"

"Yeah, but once it sinks in he was being nice, he goes back to his old self." I told her.

"Hmmm. Do you like him?" She asked.

"Of course no-" Ginny interrupted me with a glare.

"...Maybe?" I said weakly.

"Okay. This I can work with." She smiled.

"So what should I do?" I asked him impatiently.

"Kiss him." She stated.

"What will that solve?" I asked sighing.

"It will sort out how you feel about him." She paused.

"And?"

"And maybe get him to make up his mind." She said winking at me. "Let's hope your trip to America pays off."

I sighed. "Thanks" I mumbled getting up. I walked back to my common room slowly, thinking about everything Ginny said. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair and straightened my outfit.

"Hello Sir Luke." I told the painting smiling.

"Good day Miss Hermione." How are you?" He asked.

"Just lovely. Night." I told him.

"Very well." He said moving the painting revealing a door. I walked through and didn't see Malfoy anywhere. I started to walk to my room when he walked out of his. He was wearing baggy black sweat pants and no shirt, eating an apple, his messy hair falling into his eyes. (A/N Gets dreamy look thinking about him. *cough* back to the story...)

"Do you ever leave the head's tower?" I asked.

"Sometimes." He mumbled, then speaking louder added "It's actually quite homey, minus a certain little Mudblood of course. It is better than the library." He sneered.

"The library isn't too bad." I said starting to walk past him, not letting him get to me. He grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"What is wrong with you Granger?" He demanded pulling me back, closer to him. "You’ve lost your fire and willingness to fight" He challenged me.

I looked at him for a moment. 'Now or never' My mind decided. I leaned close to him, my nose almost brushing his. He didn't back off.

"I don't see the point." I whispered, my breath hot on his lips. I leaned in and kissed him. Full and powerful. He dropped his apple, putting his arms around my waist. I nibbled his lip and felt him pull me closer. I smiled inside. My head was spinning and my knees weak. I broke the kiss and he looked at me in wonder.

"I have everything I want." I said walking away. "Nothing worth fighting for." I called over my shoulder, glancing back at him. He was still watching me in confusion. 'Thank you Ginny' I smiled.

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Preview- Chapter Four "what just happened?"
"I kissed you dumbass, and you enjoyed it."
"Was she right?"

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A/N- I know you guys like the alternating view points, so my apologies for it being all from Hermione.

Okay about the dream thing. It's kinda confusing...sorry but I didn't really like the direction I had it going just yet. But, back in Chapter 2...the dream starts after he snaps the waistline of her shorts and she gets in the shower. Everything after that is her dream until Crookshanks is on her feet. Sorry for any confusion.

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