The Next Day 

Ginny's POV:

I sat at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall for Breakfast while I was chatting merrily with Luna.

I can't even believe that I'm engaged now to my own crush when I was younger! It's just....unbelievable, yet I'm here. 

As I continued chatting merrily with Luna, I saw Hermione emerge from the corner of my eye, looking extremely exhausted but still had plastered a smile on her face. She seemed a bit sickly, but nevertheless I shrugged the fleeting thought off my mind.

She was holding on tightly to Malfoy's shoulder, who was assisting her in walking to the Great Hall. When she did approach the Gryffindor Table, she waved at us and as she bade farewell to Malfoy, she sat down at the Gryffindor Table, beside me.

"Hermione, are you alright?" I questioned, slightly concerned.

Instead of answering, she gave a thumbs up and nodded. I wondered deeply to myself. 'Why was she not saying anything?'

Mindless thoughts ran through me. Something was off with her...

"Are you actually alright, 'mione? Why didn't you join us for dinner yesterday?"

All of a sudden, realisation dawned on me.

"Wait did you shag...Malfoy?" I whispered as I waggled my eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes tiredly and nodded, proving my presumption to be correct.

I sniggered "So how did it feel? To shag Malfoy?"

She retorted "Oh fuck off Ginny. I'm exhausted. He drained me of all my energy so don't even try to make me go insane."

"You do know I shagged Harry, too, yesterday in a broom closet "I admitted dreamily, reminiscing of my memories the night before. She grimaced as she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Eww Ginny. Harry's like my brother. You didn't need to say that-" she began as she glanced down to the ground to avoid my gaze before I questioned.

"So how big was it?" a smirk endorned on my lips and her eyebrows shot up, as her head snapped back to meet my gaze.

"Holy fuck, Ginny! I'm not telling you barmy shit like that to you! You'll be parading that around in no time." 

I pleaded with teary eyes (it was all pretense to gather information) "Please Hermione, I'll promise I won't parade it around."

She rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere, in the direction of the Slytherin Table. She was likely staring intently at Malfoy, pleading for help.

Most likely to escape from my hilariously embarrassing questions.

"You know what Gin, if you try uttering another word from that damn mouth, I'm going to parade the fact that you shagged Harry in a broom closet."

My smirk faded quickly "No you won't."

"Yes I will. In fact, I can." she answered brightly

"Shut up, Hermione."

"Only if you stop talking about Draco and I shagging last night."

I sighed deeply in her emerging victorious. "Fine"

She grinned from ear to ear as we ate silently and shot glances to Malfoy several times, thinking I wouldn't notice.

She really was going to be the death of me, even though she was my best friend.