A Journal of a Sorted Affair

Hermione

I saw Draco in the hallway outside the Great Hall before breakfast the morning after our second time together. We actually talked. Even if it was a very short conversation, it was a start. His husky voice sent chills through me.

Me: Hello, Draco.

Draco: Hello, Granger.

Me: I had a good time in the library last night... But I think I need to study tonight.

Him: Is that right, Granger? You just can’t get enough of the library after hours, can you?

Me (trying to flirt): No, I can’t. But I have a feeling neither can you.

Him: I could, but I’ll be there tonight.

And with that he walked away from me into the Great Hall. I couldn’t help smiling as I wanted to the Gryffindor table, until I got to the table. Ron didn’t say a word to me and wouldn’t even look at me. Ginny, on the other hand, stared at me in silence as I sat down on the other side of Harry and started to serve myself breakfast. After a moment, I asked Ginny “What?” since I was already getting fed up with her staring.

“Something’s wrong...” Ginny said, but not as a question, as a statement.

I didn’t answer her, because I noticed Ron was staring at me now. His stare wasn’t angry or suspicion, like the night before, but hurt and lost. I stared at him for a moment, too, feeling guilt wash over me. Quickly I turned to my food. Ginny and Harry stared at me with suspicion. I couldn’t take it after a minute and without a word, got up from the table and left the Hall.

I didn’t have a destination in mind, but I, of course, found myself at the library. Madam Pince was standing behind the counter and stared at me as I aimlessly walked through the aisles. A few minutes after I came in, Ron came in. I was about to leave when he walked up to me.

Ron: Hermione, we need to talk.

Me [nervous and guilt-ridden]: What about?

Him: I’m sorry.

Me: silence.

Him: You don’t have to forgive me, but I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know I did. I mean, I called you a slut, you had every right to slap me and run out. But... I’m sorry. You are not a slut.

Me: It’s okay, Ron. I know I’ve been acting strange lately.

Him: Really? You forgive me?

Me [slightly less nervous, but still guilt-ridden]: Of course. I mean, I’m not going to date you again, but we can at least be friends, can’t we?

Him [grinning]: Of course!

Me [not nervous, but even more guilty-ridden]: Let’s forget about it. And move on, as friends.

Him: Sure. Want to want to Charms together?

Me: nods.

So, Ron and I are friends. Thank God. I don’t know what I would have done if we hadn’t made up. Sure, what he said hurt, but it was true, wasn’t it? I mean, I did cheat on him, with Malfoy of all people! But no one else needs to know that. No one. I can keep a secret, and I know Malfoy won’t be spreading the fact he is sleeping with me around. I mean, he hates me. Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to him so much and ready to risk so much to be with him. “Be with him”? What? I hope I mean just physically, but somehow I doubt that one.

Well, all is well with Ron and I get to see Draco tonight, so I have something to look forward to.

Draco

I talked to the Mudblood this morning. I swear she was even trying to flirt, but trying subtle about it. It was almost laughable. The girl can’t flirt, but it’s amusing to see her try. I don’t know how Ron got along with her, he didn’t fuck her, she’s not a flirt. What did they do? Talk! It’s so laughable, talking with a female. I mean, a female is good for fucking, not talking.

Pansy kept trying to get me to agree to meet her in the Common room after hours tonight, but I have plans, damn it. Maybe I’ll go to her after I go to the library...

I still can’t believe what that Mudblood does to me though. I thought the first night was good, but last night. My God. She took me far beyond any place I’ve ever been. She was so free, so naive, so unconstrained. She was perfect. She was giving. Most girls I fuck take, take, take. She gave. I just don’t get what she does to me. She’s something else that Mudblood. But she’ll fade out. She’s still riding the high of learning about fucking.

Ginny

Something is wrong with Hermione. I waited for her in the Common Room well after hours after I yelled at Ron, but she never came. I finally went up to bed. She woke up later than normal today too. I don’t know what she doing so late, but I can imagine. And if I’m correct, she’s lying. Well not technically, but what she’s leading Ron to believe is a lie. She is cheating on him if I’m right. But I can’t figure out with who! I need to know who before I can talk to her about it. But I’m so close to the end of my patience that I’m ready to just confront her next time I see her.

But the truth is, I’m worried about her. It’s like she’s in danger, but I don’t know why I have that feeling. Except, she’s not acting normal.

Hermione

Ginny knows. Well, she knows something is up. She thinks I’m lying to Ron. She told me so when she caught up to me between classes.

Ginny: Hermione, I need to talk to you.

Me: Don’t worry, Ginny, Ron and I made up already.

Her: I know. That’s part of the reason I need to talk to you.

Me: Oh?

Her: Yes. I think you’re leading Ron to believe a lie.

Me: What lie?

Her: You haven’t actually said it, but I believe you are cheating. With someone, but I don’t know who.

Me: shrugs.

Her: You won’t deny it?

Me: You won’t believe me if I do. Now will you?

Her: Well, no. But you could at least try for Ron’s sake.

Me: Ginny, Ron and I are no longer together. We are just friends.

Her: But I think you were with someone while you were with him.

Me: Good for you. Can I ask you who I was supposedly with?

Her: I don’t know. Yet. But I will,

Me: Sure, Ginny, sure. I don’t care what you think, but I did not cheat on Ron. I can’t believe you don’t believe me.

Her: Where were you last night then?

Me: Studying.

Her [sarcastically]: When in doubt, go to the library.

Me: Are you done accusing me? Your brother believes me, why don’t you?

Her: I’m a girl. I know you aren’t acting right.

Me: shrugs.

Her: Hermione, please tell me. I only ask because I care.

Me: About Ron.

Her: No! About you, Hermione! I just want to know what’s going on so I can help.

Me: Look, Ginny, thanks for the concern. But everything’s fine. Okay?

Her: Sure. Sure. I have to go to class anyway.

And she walked away. Why do I feel so guilty? I blatantly lied. I’ve avoided blatantly lying until now, but I had to. She just wouldn’t let it go. Why is she so obsessed with this? She’s like my sister, for goodness sake. But she is Ron’s sister... Oh my, this is getting more and more confusing.

I can’t wait to get my mind off things when I see Draco tonight. Just a few more hours...

Draco

I fucked Pansy. She’s still as wild as she ever was. So experienced and her body is still incredible, but something didn’t feel right. Even though we did the right things, said the right words, and felt the right things, something just wasn’t right.

I only fucked her because my father sent me another letter today. Snape had sent him my marks in Potions like he requested and it was lower than before. He was bloody furious. I could feel his angry radiating through the letter itself. He tells me to get my mind on my schoolwork and stop fucking around. I find the funny, but I can’t help but wonder if someone is spying on me and relies my every movement to him. I wouldn’t put it past him. And since he is Malfoy it isn’t like he couldn’t find people who would do his dirty work for him. Hell, Pansy could be the spy. But then again, my father has his pride and asking for someone to spy on me would be admitting I wasn’t the perfect Malfoy son, and I don’t think even he would handle that.

After I read the letter I threw it in the fire. Pansy came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. Then she purred into my ear.

Pansy: Draco, lover, did you get some bad news? If so, I think I can help you. I know all the right things to do. [she ran her figures down the front of my shirt] You know I’m good, and you know you want me. [she licked my ear] Come up to the girl’s dormitories with me. They’re empty. And we can lock the door. [she licked the inside of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine] No one cares...

Ignoring my better judgement, I agreed to meet her in two minutes. She sent feather-light kisses over my neck and then left. I followed her two minutes later and when I enter the dormitory (we Slytherins learn how to counter the “no boys in the girl’s dormitories” rule early on), Pansy is laying on one of the four-post beds, naked. I’m a guy and I immediately felt lust. But mixed in was guilt and that made me angry. We fucked savagely and hard. Neither of us asked the other to slow down or be gentle. The fuck didn’t last long, but it was enough to satisfy my anger for the moment.

When I looked at the clock I realized I was late for my meeting with the Mudblood. Ignoring Pansy’s protests, I dressed and ran out of the dormitories straight to the library.

Ginny

I’m done acting useless and like I’m just concerned. I want answers, and I want them now.

I’m going to the library after hours.