You Wouldn't Know

Draco Malfoy strutted down the halls, heading back to his common room, smiling happily. He had something to hold over Potter's head. Now all he had to do was to stir up some trouble. Or in other words, find Potter. Then he began thinking about the look on Potter's face when he told him. No, he should have Hermione tell him. Yes. The more grief the better. Now all he needed was Potter. As if someone had read his mind, he turned the corner and saw Potter and Weasley walking down the hall in their Quidditch robes. Harry waved goodbye to Ron and Ron exited to a staircase. Potter continued to walk down the hall, when he noticed Draco.

"Malfoy. What are you so happy about?" Harry asked with a questioning look upon his face.

"Why don't you ask Hermione?" Draco said, as he walked off down the hall. Harry simply stood there, a confused look on his face as Ron came down to meet him.

"Ready, Harry?" Ron asked, oblivious. Harry nodded as they started to the library.

* * *

"Hermione, what happened?" Harry repeated. Hermione looked away and began to explain.

"Harry..." Hermione said quietly.

"Hermione, please tell me. What happened?" She told the whole story leading up to the part where Snape found them. Hermione had to stop every once in a while, to try to find the best words to describe the situation, with the least amount of effect. She occasionally squirmed in her seat, extremely uncomfortable talking about what had happened, especially in front of Harry. Harry meanwhile sat, his face grim, but his eyes burning with fury. When Hermione finally finished telling him, he asked her kindly, "I am sorry about this Hermione. Are you alright?"

"I don't know. I feel really confused. I don't really understand what happened," Hermione said sadly, resting her head on the table, taking a deep breath.

"Well I am about to find out, " Harry said standing up.

"Harry, please don't do anything drastic. Please Harry," Hermione said looking up, her voice pleading.

"Don't worry, Hermione. Malfoy will get what he deserves," Harry said, looking down at Hermione. Then he lowered his lips down to hers and brushed them slightly. Hermione didn't object, just sat there shocked. He pulled away giving her a small smile before he disappeared out of the library. Ron came in right as Harry was storming out. He looked at Harry, confused. He took his seat next to Hermione.

"What's going on with Harry?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione. Hermione gave a small smile, still feeling his lips on hers. Then noticing Ron staring at her, she gave a shrug. But then she became worried. It was needless to say what Harry was going to do. She bit her lip and started on her Potions.

* * *

Harry stormed out of the library passing Ron as he reached the doors. He could feel Ron's eyes following him as he exited, and knew that later he would have to answer to Ron. But at that moment, Harry emotions were swimming inside his chest, not able to sort them out. One was anger. He was furious with Malfoy. He would kick Malfoy's ass the second he saw after what he did to Hermione. What he did was wrong and well, illegal, but Harry had more reason to get Malfoy. He was jealous. Malfoy had his hands all over Hermione. Malfoy was not supposed to be the first to touch Hermione like that. He was also confused. Why would Malfoy be hitting on a "Mudblood" anyway? But his greatest emotion was bliss. He had kissed Hermione and she hadn't resisted. He felt sparks and he loved the feeling of Hermione's lips on his. He hoped that that time wouldn't be the last. He smiled to himself, but then he saw Malfoy walking down the hall, Crabbe and Goyle at hand. He grew angry again, remembering what he was out to do. Malfoy spotted Harry as well and smirked. He said something to his goons and they exited the corridor.

"I expected to see you Potter. What do I owe this lovely visit to?" Draco asked, sneering. His voice was dripping with sarcasm and he continued to step forward, not at all intimated by Harry.

Harry continued to step forward as well. He stopped as soon as they were about five feet apart. "I think you might have some idea."

"Oh! Hermione, right? I forget. So many girls, so little time," Draco said, still jokingly.

"What did you do to her?" Harry asked, resisting the urge to punch Malfoy square in the face.

"Oh, you know, just a little fun," Draco answered nonchalantly. "You should have seen how scared she was of me. Too bad about her leg. Without her injury, I am sure she could have escaped my pleasures.

Suddenly, Harry attacked Malfoy and pinned him to the ground. "She got that injury saving you! And she is not your toy. She will never be yours. Not ever. You molested her, you jackass!"

"Temper, temper Potter. That will get in trouble someday," Malfoy said. He wiggled himself from Harry's grasp and picked himself up, dusting off his robes. " But about molesting her, I think you are going a little far. See she di..."

"I don't want to hear it Malfoy. I don't want to hear any of your lies. I just want you to know something," Harry said, staring him right in the eye. "Stay away from her, or you will regret even knowing her."

"Is that a threat? Even if it is, there is nothing you could do to me," Draco said sneering. "Face it. There is nothing you could do to me."

"Would like for me to show you a preview of what could happen?" Harry asked, pulling out his wand.

"No thanks," Draco said, turning away. "Maybe another time. Have a nice evening Potter."

And with that, he walked away.