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The Trio Comes
Ron was always doing that to her, being suggestive. Hermione felt bad that he didn’t realize what was going on. Going behind his back like she had been for the past three years had been painful, but how could she tell him? So she put her clothes back on and left the house, going off to see him, to be with him again.
Living a double life has finally caught up with Hermione who decides she just can't do it anymore.
Draco’s flat was in total disarray. The furniture was strewn across the flat; things were where they never should have been. The bed was flipped over, The food from the kitchen was all over the house, and there sat Draco, in the middle of it all, torn between feeling elated at the fact that he and Hermione could be together, upset because his life had been turned upside down, literally, and ashamed that Hermione had to see his apartment like this.
It took a while, but Hermione was finally able to get comfortable. As she laid on Draco’s chest, he wrapped his arm around her, which she thought was odd, because he was asleep, but then again, maybe he had superpowers and when he was asleep, he was still aware of what was happening around him. It would explain so much…she thought to herself, as she was shifting into the sweet blanket of sleep and passed through the threshold of dreamland.
A Trip to Harry's
“So…” Harry said, trying to start the conversation.
After Harry left, leading Ginny along by the hand, there was a very long tense awkward silence. Ron didn’t want to talk to Hermione; he was too angry with her. Hermione didn’t want to get Ron all upset, so they just sat there waiting for the other to speak first.
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