Unleashed Desire

Hermione had found every class a complete bore for the entire day. She couldn't focus on her work, which was extremely peculiar for her.

Her mind continued to linger on the fact that Harry did no longer want sex from her. He was now preoccupied with Draco, whom had stolen him from her so quickly. She grew increasingly angrier each time she saw Draco in the hallway with his arm wrapped about Harry protectively. Harry was hers! Yet Draco didn't seem to care the slightest bit.

So Hermione sat alone, with no Harry graveling for a shag, in the common room, next to the fire. She was not necessarily sad about loosing Harry, after all there was no love exchanged with their relationship, just sex. Though Harry was an excellent lay, and without him the day was just not worthwhile.

The day had grown late, and soon the clock charmed midnight, yet Hermione paid no mind. She continued to rant to herself about how much of a dick Draco was, without realizing that someone had entered the room.

"I can't believe him! You can't just go up to someone's fuck buddy and steal them away! It's just not right!" she grumbled to herself, as a mysterious figure moved in front of her.

Hermione continued to take no notice, although the person stood right in front of her chair.

"So rude! So incredibly rude! There is etiquette, is there not?!" she continued to seethe.

The figure released a long sigh, attempting to attract her attention, yet failing miserably.

"Everyone should comply to et..." she was cut off immediately as the mysterious person pressed their lips to hers.

Hermione released a slight moan as the two began a passionate snog. Hermione was never a shy kisser, and although the identity of this person was unknown, she allowed her tongue to wander freely about their mouth.

The anonymous individual parted its mouth from Hermione's.

"Wow!" Hermione gasped.

She focused her eyes onto the person, whom she had just shared a kiss with. Their face was hidden by a hood. The hood belonged to a school robe however, and Hermione caught glimpse of the symbol of Gryffindor printed upon the robes. The figure was slightly tall, yet not enormous, and was slender.

"Who are you?" she questioned.

The unidentified Gryffindor backed away from Hermione, and turned to dash away, yet before the person was gone they allowed a piece of parchment to flutter into Hermione's lap.

She bent her head to gaze at the note, whereupon she also found a strand of hair placed atop. She raised her eyes to where the person had been, yet they had vanished completely.

She lifted the strand of hair to her eye, where it could be viewed easier. It was the shade of a bright red, the color of few students' hair at Hogwarts. Was it Ron? She wondered. Though the kiss was too spectacular for Ron, so, who was it?

She unfolded the parchment where she saw:

GO TO THE QUIDDITCH LOCKER ROOM AFTER THE GAME.

"What?" She was extremely confused.

Suddenly the white light erupted from the fire and spread across the entire room, over coming everything in it, including Hermione.

Hermione's eyes opened to find wizards and witches flying about on broomsticks. A sudden voice screamed from her left "AND HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN-SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

The half of the stadium surrounding her exploded in applause and screams.

Her heart began to beat wildly; she couldn't believe she had fallen asleep during a Quidditch game! Her eyes widened. Though, her eyes wandered about and she found no one had taken any notice. She was surprised at herself for falling asleep at such a time and place, though she had been feeling a bit odd since breakfast.

Hermione gazed to the right of her and found Ron and Lavender choking each other in an extensive snog. She gasped; she had no inkling that the two of them were together!

"Oh my!" was all that she was capable of saying. Her cheeks became quite flushed and she found herself running down the steps of the stands.

When she was away from the crowd, she attempted to sort her mind.

"Why was that so hard to see? I mean I guess I've had a miniscule attraction to Ron, once or twice, but he's never made a move on me, or even shown the slightest interest in me that way. So, why is this upsetting me?" Hermione began to wonder aloud.

She gazed about for a minute. "You know what; it's good for him, to find someone. I guess it's just so sudden, yes that must be it! I don't fancy Ron..."

She then remembered her peculiar dream. "The Quidditch locker room! I have to go now!" she thought aloud.

She ran towards the locker rooms. Along the way, however, she spotted Harry walking closely behind Draco, attempting to be conspicuous, she suspiciously thought. She decided to remain out of sight and watch them. She crouched behind a bush, wary of her odd dreams.

****

"Malfoy!" Harry called, as he always did, though with a bit of a grin.

"Come to gloat, Scarhead?!" Draco screamed back, with a small less noticeable grin.

"Oh, Malfoy you lost, get over it!" Harry chuckled.

"Maybe I should bash your brains in, you worthless git!" Malfoy snarled, yet had a glint of happiness in his eye.

"Not if I beat yours first!" Harry ran at Malfoy and knocked him into the locker room door. The two began to giggle wildly.

They grasped hands and ran to the very end of the large room to the shower stalls. They made their way to the last stall, and disappeared behind the curtain.

"Great comeback, back there, by the way," Draco sarcastically snickered.

"Shut up!" Harry said playfully.

Their lips met, and began a savage snog. Mouths soon were flying every which way, with no direct aim, slobber all about. Though, neither cared at their sloppy state, they were too engrossed in the snog.

"Was anyone out there?" Malfoy said, breathlessly, as he came up for air during the snog.

"I only saw Neville."

Draco chuckled. "Do you think he bought it?"

"No, but who cares," Harry giggled, as his mouth remained upon Draco's.

"You know, Harry, perhaps, mmm, we should make it, mmf, sound as though someone is taking a shower," Draco attempted to say although was a bit occupied by Harry's attached mouth giving him much pleasure.

Harry tossed his hand out behind him, turning the water on. Immediately water rained onto the two of them, forcing their hair to become damp and soak upon their faces, their clothes had the identical effect upon their bodies.

"Oh, Draco... you look... amazing wet!"

"Mmm, so do you!"

They stood beneath the pouring water fully clothed in their Quidditch robes, remaining in their intense kiss.

"Perhaps we should... strip? I don't have any... dry clothes... with me," Draco suggested, while still snogging.

"Yes, mmm, that sounds good."

The two tore off their Quidditch gear and robes, without their lips parting. The two nude young men took their snog further, in the farthest back shower in the Quidditch Locker room.

****

Outside the shower stall stood Hermione, she peered in between the curtain's slight opening. She watched the two boys' creamy skin clash together. She gaped as the light headed boy began to do wicked things to the blacked headed one.

She had no idea that gay men were so incredibly sexy to watch. She felt that she had to remove her eyes, however, for one of the boys was her best friend. And so she painfully turned away.

She dashed out of the locker room as quickly as she could, making sure to attract to attention. She did not wish to explain to people what she was doing in the boy's locker room.

She only knew that she had to talk to Ron about it. She was certain that if she didn't tell him it would explode from her mouth to someone, and she feared that the someone could be a gossip such as Lavender Brown or Pansy Parkinson.

She sprinted across the lawn towards the school, where she found Ron strolling alongside Lavender, gripping her hand loosely.

"Ron!" she screamed as she ran toward him.

He turned around, with a confused expression. Lavender did the same, except her expression was that of intense hatred mixed with annoyance.

"What is it Hermione?" he questioned, when she had reached him.

She was panting heavily. "I have to... speak with you... at once!"

"Alright, what about?"

"Uh, I don't think so!" Lavender interrupted insolently, with a livid tone.

"Lavender, this doesn't concern you!" Hermione hastily said. "Ron, I must speak with you, now!"

"What about?" Lavender mockingly asked.

"Nothing that concerns you!" Hermione screamed, getting extremely aggravated.

Ron appeared a bit unsure.

"Look it's about Harry! It's urgent."

"Oh, whatever!" Lavender turned her attention to Ron. "Don't listen to her!"

"It's about Harry?" Ron meekly asked.

"Ron! Let's go!" Lavender cried, realizing she was loosing this battle with Hermione.

"Yes!"

"Al-alright, you don't mind do you Lavender?"

"Of course I mind!" she screeched.

"Okay," said, not paying her any mind.

He and Hermione turned away, though Hermione whirled her head back at Lavender, "By the way congrats on your new relationship!"

The two walked down to a secluded area surrounded by trees, blocking any ease-droppers site and hearing of them.

"Alright Hermione, what is it?"

"First off, how long have you and Lavender been shagging?" Hermione began her interrogation.

"What? I thought you said this was about Harry."

"Well, some of it is, just first answer my question!"

"I don't know, four days or so."

"Really? Why? I never thought you were into her!"

"Well I am!"

"But she's so, no offense, dense! I mean she has no intelligence! She's shallow as well!" She stated quite honestly.

"You know what Hermione, you need to back off!" Ron's tone was becoming that of anger.

"What? I'm not saying anything rude, just asking you why!"

"I don't know why, I just am!"

"Come on, you know why, tell me!" Hermione's volume increased.

"There's not much reason!"

"Tell me!" Hermione screamed.

"Fine! You want to know why! I have had a crush on you for a long time! Since fourth year to be exact! You have not shown the slightest bit of affection towards me, however! Lavender has! I don't love Lavender, but she beats going after you! And she's not a bad lay!" Ron blurted out of anger.

Hermione was stunned. Her mouth had dropped. "Ron, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"You had no idea?! How could you not? I...well...um... oh I don't know!... I guess it's all my fault."

"That's why you were at my room that night."

"Yea, I was trying to tell you my feelings, but I couldn't."

"How could I have been so blind?"

"I don't know," he let out a slight laugh. "But, since you fancy Harry..."

"How did you know?!" she gasped.

"It was really obvious, Hermione! I mean you practically drooled every time he entered the room!"

"Oh, about Harry!"

"So, have you come to tell me you two are together now?"

"God no! Actually, the complete opposite. I probably shouldn't tell you this; I'm not even supposed to know. You must swear to not repeat this to a single soul!"

"Alright, I promise. On with it then!"

"You'll never guess who Harry's...um... with."

"I don't know, who?" Ron said a bit bothered.

"Guess, come on!"

"I don't know, Malfoy," he sarcastically stated.

"Right!" she squealed.

Ron's eyes widened. "I wasn't serious! My god! They're shagging!?"

"Yes, isn't that great!"

"Great?! That means... he's... GAY!" he screamed with repulsion.

"Yea, so?"

"So?! That's...that's...WEIRD!"

"Weird? Oh my god, Ron, you're a homophobe!"

"So? What's wrong with that?"

"I should have never told you! Please don't be strange around Harry now! It wasn't my secret to tell! Oh, why did I tell you?!"

"I'll be the same around Harry, I promise. I mean, I'm not gay, so I have nothing to worry about. So I won't be strange around him!" he reassuringly said.

"You will, Oh Ron!" She pulled him into a hug. Though Ron remained to appear a bit uneasy.

"I just need a minute to grasp this, I mean, I've known Harry for so long, we've hugged, and..."

"Ron, I don't think he was ever attracted to you."

"Why? He possibly could be!"

"No, if his type is Malfoy, well, that's just not you."

"Are you suggesting I'm not as attractive as Malfoy?"

"Well, he is the most gorgeous boy in the school. Only Harry is equivalent to him. That's why they make such a wonderful couple!"

"I could get Harry in a heartbeat."

"No, Ron, you couldn't."

"Yes I could!"

"Ron!" Hermione looked at him seriously.

"Alright, so I couldn't."

Hermione grinned. "You know, Ron, if you ever wanted to hook up..."

"Hermione, um, no thanks."

She looked at him with some hurt.

"It's just, I've fancied you for so long, and you haven't shown the slightest interest in me, and well, I've found someone, and as much as I really find her annoying at times, I like her. Maybe we could once I break up with her, but, to tell you the truth, I don't fancy you anymore."

"Oh," she gazed down to the ground.

"Sorry, Herm, I hope this doesn't mess our friendship." He tried to stop himself from grinning, though, the fact that he was telling Hermione the "let's be friends" speech made him happy. He enjoyed the way it felt to be the rejecter, not the on being rejected.

"It won't, it's just, I was certain... I mean today I had a dream and... my dreams always mean something...and... maybe it was nothing... but usually they do... I was wrong about Harry... but right about Draco... the note... so then who else could it be?"

Hermione walked away from Ron, without any acknowledgement of her departure, pondering who it was in her dream.

"Bye, Hermione!" He chuckled; she was so mental at times.

****

As Hermione continued her babbling, she found herself walking right into Harry, whom had recently departed from Draco.

"Hermione? Are you alright?"

She glanced up at him, though was forced to squint do to the large amount of sun behind his head. His face was shadowed; she could barely make him out.

"Harry? Is that you?"

"Yea," he said as he moved away from the sun, so that it would be easier for her to view him.

"Oh, Harry!" she threw her arms about his neck!

"Wow, Hermione," he said, thrown off by her hastiness. "What is it?"

"I know about you and Draco," she sighed.

"What!" He pushed her off. "How?!"

"I-uh-sort of saw you..."

"When?!" he screeched.

"In the, uh, locker room."

"Wh-what were you doing in there?!"

"Well...I had a dream that told me to go there. So I did and I saw you two. I was really surprised, though I don't know why because a lot of my dreams have foreshadowed you two getting together! And so, I saw and I watched for a bit! It was actually very nice to watch. Not that I got off on it! I just watched for a bit! But then I ran off and told Ron! I'm so sorry, Harry! I wasn't thinking! But he's your best friend and I felt he needed to know!" She blurted so quickly Harry barely got any of it. She burst into tears once she had finished.

"Whoa... slow down, Hermione! So you saw us in the shower?"

"Yes," she tearfully said.

"Did anyone else?"

"No," she stated as she wiped her eyes.

"Ok, good! And you told Ron?"

"Yes-I'm so sorry Harry! I know it wasn't my duty to out you to him!"

"That's alright; I believe it's better actually. It would have been way too awkward if I were to tell him!"

"Really, Harry?" she said feeling a bit better.

"Yes, really. Now, what did you think?"

"About what?"

"The whole shower thing? Did you like watching?"

"Harry!" she began to laugh, embarrassed.

"Well, did you? Come on, tell me. I don't know what we look like when we shag!"

She giggled. "It was very, uh, erotic! And well I did enjoy watching! You two are so romantic!"

"You think?"

"Yea!" she grinned.

"Hermione, I'm so relieved you know! It was really hard not telling you! Though, I only wish you and Ron to know, alright?"

"Yea, sure. Why don't you wish to tell anyone else?"

"I just hate people getting all into my business, and especially since it's Draco I'm shagging, because we are supposed to be enemies and his father will freak, and so..."

"I won't tell Harry! Don't worry!" she cut in.

"Maybe we'll come out one day, but, I think we shouldn't until later."

Hermione smiled and gave Harry a quick hug.

"Well, that's all a relief!" Harry sighed.

They hooked arms and sauntered back to the castle. As they strolled they began another conversation.

"Did you know Ron's shagging Lavender?"

"Really? I would never have guessed! I always figured he fancied you."

"Oh he did, but we talked about that, and well, I think they should be together, they're good for one another."

"Yea, both as vacuous as ever!"

The two laughed.

"Oh, yes," Hermione said as she recovered from the laugh. "But, really, I am glad for them."

"Are you truly?" he questioned seriously.

"Yea, I am," she smiled as she spoke.

"That's amazing, I know I wouldn't be!" He looked at her for a moment. "We need to find someone for you Hermione; you're now the only one of us without anyone!"

"Well, I'm getting over Viktor, and remember I used to be the only one of us three that did have someone!"

Harry laughed. "Yea that's true. But you deserve someone. You're beautiful, you know. If I weren't gay I'd date you in a heartbeat."

"Yea, I know!" she laughed remembering her past dreams.

"What?"

"Oh um, nothing," she gazed about, uncomfortable.

They reached the castle where they departed.

All of the loose ends were coming together for the three. Ron found love, and had gotten over his hopeless crush on Hermione. Harry finally had someone, as well, and finally his two best friends knew about the relationship. Hermione found out what most of her peculiar dreams meant, and how it provoked her feelings towards Harry, and, as well, made it patent to her that he was gay. Though, she had yet to find anyone for her, and as much as she said she was tolerant with it, she wasn't, no one wishes to be alone.

However, Hermione was delighted for both Harry and Ron, although it was difficult for her to be the one alone for once. She was not jealous of either of them; however, even finding it a bit amusingly ironic they both went for blondes. That night Hermione fell asleep, a bit depressed at her loneliness, yet glad at the outcomes of today.