Secret Feelings and Pillow Fights

Chapter One: Secret Feelings and Pillow Fights

A/N: Hello again! Due to the positive feedback from my last story, I decided to post this longer story. I had a blast writing it, and it's filled with some great moments, so ENJOY!! ~Jen

Hermione slowly made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She had not gotten much sleep the night before due to Draco and his obnoxious girlfriend, Pansy, snogging in the Heads' common room. I swear those two could wake up the whole castle between his moaning and her giggles, Hermione thought as she made her way over to her redheaded best friend at the Gryffindor table.

"Hey, Hermione!" Ginny said as the Head Girl sat down beside her.

"Morning, Ginny," she replied through a yawn.

"Didn't get any sleep again?"

"NO! I'm so sick of Pansy coming into our dorm and taking Draco's attention away from what's important!"

"Like . . ."

"Like m...I mean, uh, our Heads' duties and his studies. I mean, he's Head Boy; he can't afford to do poorly in his classes," Hermione stuttered out.

"Uh-uh, that's it," Ginny said as she gave Hermione a knowing look.

Ever since the war had ended, and Draco had revealed his role as a spy for the Order, the trio and Ginny had slowly resolved their issues with the Slytherin prince. Over the past few months, with the group trying to get to know each other better, Ginny had started to suspect that Hermione might be starting to have feelings for Draco. She'd kept her suspicions to herself, but now that June was swiftly approaching, she thought it might be time to get Hermione to admit her feelings for Draco.

"Hermione, are you sure you're not jealous?" Ginny asked cautiously.

"Wh-NO! I mean yes. No, wait, um . . ."

"Hermione!"

"I'm NOT jealous, Ginny."

And without another word, Hermione stormed out of the Great Hall just as Ron and Harry entered. They both tried to say 'good morning' to her, but she walked quickly past them mumbling something about delusional redheads under her breath.

"Hey, Gin," Harry said as he kissed his girlfriend and took the seat beside her, "what's up with Hermione?"

"Didn't get enough sleep."

"Again?" Ron asked from across the table.

"Yeah, Draco and Pansy were at it again."

"They never give it a rest, do they?" Harry said as he helped himself to some pancakes.

"No, and it's beginning to take its toll on Hermione. She hasn't slept well for three days."

"Maybe we should say something to Draco," Ron suggested.

"No, that would just put her in a worse mood. I think we need to let her deal with this herself."

"Whatever you say, Gin," Harry said before digging into his breakfast.

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Later that night, in the Heads' common room, Hermione was discussing her plans for that month's event with Draco. Since they had been appointed to their Head positions, the pair had decided to plan an event, usually something social, every month to make their last year at Hogwarts even more fun. Now, they were both seated on a maroon couch near the fireplace, papers spread all over the coffee table in front of them, trying to figure out an event for March.

"So, I was thinking about having a dance, but with some karaoke fun in the middle."

"What's kara okay?" Draco asked.

"It's karaoke, Draco," Hermione said, giggling.

"Whatever. What is it anyway?"

"Well, it's when you sing along with lyrics of a song that are on a screen. It's a Muggle invention."

"Oh, well, that sounds . . . uh . . . let's see, lame?"

"Draco!" Hermione yelled as she hit him with a couch pillow.

"Hey, I'm just stating my opinion!" Draco said as he grabbed the other couch pillow and began to hit Hermione back.

Within minutes, the pillows had burst at the seams and feathers were flying everywhere. They both had totally abandoned their work and were ducking and chasing each other all around the common room. Laughing, Hermione went for another swing but missed. Her massive swing caused her to lose her balance, and she fell backward onto the green-carpeted floor.

"Give up, Granger?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"You wish, Malfoy."

Even though the pair had become fast friends over the summer, they still liked to nip at the other using their surnames. However, Draco didn't learn that when in the middle of a "fight" with Miss Hermione Granger, one should never let his or her guard down. And no sooner had he come within her reach, then she quickly swiped her leg in a low circle, taking out his legs and sending him crashing to the floor. Afterwards, she stood up and walked over to him, pillow ready to attack again.

"Damn, Granger! You got some moves!" Draco said, laughing lightly.

"I do, don't I?" Hermione replied with a smirk that could've rivaled Draco's. "Now about that idea I had . . ."

Hermione was now right beside Draco. She swung the pillow back to continue the fight. But when her pillow was mere inches from Draco's head, he grabbed it and pulled, causing Hermione to fall on top of him. Taking the pillow out of her hand, he rolled over so she was beneath him.

Both breathing heavily from the pillow fight, Draco locked onto her chocolate brown eyes and said, "I've got some moves of my own. So, what were you saying?"

Hermione couldn't bring herself to answer. She couldn't even think straight for that matter. She was lost in those mesmerizing orbs of gray that were Draco's eyes. When she finally managed to regain her thoughts, she realized Draco was gradually leaning towards her.

"Uh, Draco, I think we should . . ."

But that's all she got out before Draco's lips crashed onto hers. At first, she protested a bit. After all, he did have a girlfriend. But a few seconds later, she found herself getting lost in the kiss. Draco, a bit surprised by what he was doing, was even more surprised by Hermione's response. Just when he started to deepen the kiss, wanting more, a knock came from the portrait hole. Pansy's voice called out from the other side wanting Draco to let her in. The pair instantly broke apart with Draco still hovering over Hermione. Both trying to catch their breath, Draco slowly managed to tear his eyes away from Hermione's and stood up, slowly making his way over to the portrait hole.

Hermione, feeling utterly confused and irritated, repaired the pillows and put all their papers away in her writing desk at the far side of the room. Before she went up the spiral staircase to her room, however, Hermione took one last look at Draco, who had let his girlfriend in, and sighed. Evil Pansy and her stupid timing!

She headed up the staircase and into her room; maybe Ginny was right, maybe she was jealous. As she slipped into bed, Hermione heard the all too familiar noises of Draco and Pansy's snogging. Groaning, she decided that she actually needed to get some sleep this week, so she cast a soundproofing charm on her room. Why exactly didn't I think of that before?! The last thing she thought of before drifting off to sleep was the feel of Draco's lips on hers and what it would be like to be in Pansy's position right now.

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The following afternoon, Hermione decided that she needed to talk to Ginny. She hated to admit it, but the redhead was right. She was jealous. Unfortunately for her, it had taken a full out confrontation with Pansy this morning to realize it.

Hermione awoke to the sound of her alarm going off. Groaning, she turned it off and rolled out of bed. Walking over to her vanity on the wall opposite her bed, she sat down and began to untangle her uncooperative bushy hair. When her hair looked more curly than bushy with the help of various spells and hair care products, Hermione picked out her outfit for the day. Since it was Saturday, she decided to wear something more causal and comfortable: a pair of her favorite blue jeans with a silver butterfly design on them and the matching light purple tank top, which had the butterfly pattern around the bottom and the neck of the shirt.

Your boyfriend didn't seem to mind last night, Hermione died to say but settled for, "Well, at least I don't go sleeping around with every guy in my house."

Hermione stopped pouring her cereal, she was stunned. But Draco kissed ME last night! He even seemed regretful that Pansy showed up when she did! I can't believe he'd just shag Pansy after he'd just kissed me! I mean I know he's a ladies' man and everything, but shagging Pansy?!

Hermione suddenly got up from the couch and walked quickly past Draco and out of the portrait hole, determined not to let him see the pain in her eyes.

Now, after she had cleaned herself up a bit in a nearby girls' lavatory, Hermione was desperately trying to find Ginny. She had looked everywhere: in Gryffindor Tower, in the Great Hall, and all over the grounds and couldn't find her friend anywhere.

Hermione was sitting by the lake, resting against the birch tree where her and her friends usually studied, when she spotted Ginny coming her way.

"I heard you were looking for me," Ginny said as she sat down by Hermione. "What's up?"

"Well . . . how do I start this? You . . . were, um, ri-right," Hermione said, struggling to admit she had been wrong.

"About what?" Ginny asked, playing dumb.

"You know exactly what!"

"I know. I just want you to say it."

"Fine! I-I li-like Draco and I was jealous! There, I said it."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Ginny said with a triumphant smile.

Hermione glared at Ginny before she responded sadly, "But it doesn't matter anymore."

"Why, what happened?" Ginny asked, realizing something was wrong.

"Well, we kissed last night," Hermione said and then made sure to add, "by accident."

"That's good, isn't it? What's the problem, besides Pansy?"

"I wasn't finished. Last night he . . . last night . . ." But Hermione couldn't finish the sentence.

"Last night he what?" Ginny pressed.

"Shagged Pansy!" Hermione said, practically yelling it at Ginny, but she had to get it out before she lost her nerve.

"He did what?!"

"Ginny, don't make me say it again," Hermione pleaded.

Ginny sat there shocked for a moment. She couldn't believe . . . Well, she could, but she thought Draco would have enough tact not to shag someone right after he had kissed someone else. The worst part of the whole thing, though, was that Hermione was sitting there, hoping Ginny would have some advice for her, and Ginny couldn't think of a thing to say.

"Hermione, I . . ."

"It's okay, Ginny. You don't have to say anything. I need to go see Dumbledore about approving this month's event anyway," Hermione said as she stood up.

"Oooo, what is it?" Ginny asked excitedly before Hermione could leave.

Hermione couldn't help but smile at her friend's enthusiasm. "A dance with a little karaoke thrown in."

"What's karaoke?"

"It's when you sing along to a song while the lyrics appear on a screen. Draco thought it'd be lame, but I'm going to tell Dumbledore that we agreed on it."

"Well, I think it sounds pretty fun. Who cares what Draco thinks anyway?"

I do, Hermione thought sadly, but instead replied, "It'll be fun. This dance is going to be the best Hogwarts has ever had!"

"That's the spirit! Let me know if you need any help."

"I will. See ya, Ginny."

Hermione left the redhead by the lake and headed up to the castle to find the Headmaster and get her idea approved.

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Later that evening, Hermione reluctantly made her way to the Heads' Dorm. She hadn't seen or talked to Draco all day. Her friends had kept her busy, from playing Exploding Snap to sneaking into the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer. She figured that Ginny had something to do with the plan, but Hermione didn't mind since it led her thoughts away from Draco.

Now, however, all she had to do was say the password to the portrait and she would see him, all her thoughts and feelings rushing back to her. Taking a deep breath, Hermione muttered the password and stepped into the large common room. Sure enough, there was Draco sitting on the common room couch with . . . NO!

Pansy Parkinson was sitting on his lap and they were snogging passionately. Hermione had had enough of this!

A/N: How'd you like it so far? I'd really like to know. There's more to come, so please review! You know you want to . . . ~Jen