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Chapter 2: What Ron Said
They sat there on the cobbled, stone florr, with Hermione STILL crying her eyes out . Little did she know, ferret boy was also crying, but with small tears so it was hardly noticeable. No one would want the person they loved to be crying over some foolish bastard.
'Hayfever, huh?' Draco broke the silence between them. Surprised as to hy he hadn't insulted her YET, Hermione looked up to the speakerm her bright, big eyes still quite watery.
'Come to insult me again?' she asked, her voice breaking down.
'Well, I would. but as Head Boy, I wouldn't want a hot-headed Head Girl in my presence. Besides, you look tired. Lemme take you back to the Head's Dorms. Maybe we could start plotting our revenge on the ginger-with-no-soul?' he said politely. Considering this, she replied,
'Why are you being nice to me? It's kinda creepy.' Draco chuckled.
'I'm not being nice. I'm here doing my Head Boy duties. Besides, a prank on Weaselbee would be good.'
'Okay, I;m in. But this doesn't mean we're 'BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE' okay?' said Hermione.
'Hey Ron!' cheered Hermione as he plodded along to the Gryffindor table for breakfast, the folloing morning. There was an obvious look of surprise on his face as he was greeted rather nicely by the girl who currently despised him.
'Hiya..' he mumbled. Ginny as giggling & Harry was holding back laughter. What was going on?
'Here, have some pumpkin juice, you look like you've just seen Professor Snape in his underwear. You feeling okay?' asked Ginny, whilst handing over a glass of pumpkin juice.
'Okay, what's going on? I mean wh-what's with all the laughter?' he asked, taking a massive gulp of juice. However, before anyyone could answer, Ron was sprinting out of the Great Hall. Clearly something was wrong.
'Erm...what exactly did you do?' asked Neville, half-worried, half-amused.
'Oh yannoe, just added a little something to make his tummy unhappy, causing vomitting and you know, a bit of stinky substances coming out of his buttox. It should last a few days.' Hermione said, clearly happy with herself. There she sat, grinning at the blonde-haired boy who was sitting at the Slytherin table.
'For Merlin's sake Draco, I told you! I don't know the last ingredient for Felix Felicis!' said a VERY frustrated Blaise. He and the Slytherin prince were in the library finishing off their Potions homework.
'Look, why don't you go and talk to Granger and ask her what the answer is. I'll go and read these books.'
'What?! I can't talk to Granger! She's..she's a Mudblood!' replied draco. He had to pretend to still like her, or else there'd be a LOT of explaining to do.
'Jeez Draco. It's only Granger. Don't be such a wuss puss.' teased Zabini. Draco scowled at him and slowly walked over to the bushy haired girl that occupied his mind all day.
'Yo Granger. What's the last ingredient for Felix Felicis?' he asked her, rather calmly, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.
'Malfoy, why don't you try and pay attention in class so your pea-sized brain can answer that question?'
'Just tell me and I'll leave you alone okay?' said Draco, not answering Hermione's question.
'The Sophors Beans.' she replied in a bored tone.
'Cheers!' pulling her into a massive hug. Awkward...
'MALFOY! GET OFF!' yelled Hermione.
'Er...sorry.' he mumbled, quickly walking away.
'What the hell did I just do?!' he thought. His brain was screaming at him as he walked back to a very disturbed Blaise, who had been watching the whole scene.
'Hey, so I was wondering if you wan- '
Hermione wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were fixed upon Ron & Lavender - making out.
'Excuse me while I go and vomit.' she said.
With that, Hermione ran off into the direction of the Head Dorms.
'Weasley. Beware.' he muttered to himself.
There she sat cuddled up in a seat in front of the fire. Hermione had been sitting there for almost an hour, crying her eyes out.
'Granger, have you seen Draco?' asked a cold voice. She look up to find the baboon-faced Pansy Parkinson staring at her.
'How did you get in here?'
'Through the open door, I would've thought it were obvious. Gosh. You're supposed to be the brightest witch in our year?' she said mockingly.
'Get ut Parkinson. Can't you see she's upset?' Malfoy was glaring at the git, who seemed embarassed. Pansy immediately turned on her heel and stormed off.
'You okay Granger?' he asked, sitting next to her. Hermione looked up to find his eye looking black and swollen.
'Draco...your eye.' she stuttered, quickly conjuring an ice pack.
'Here, keep it there. I think you should go to Madam Pomfrey. She'll be able to heal it.'
Hermione wiped away the blood on his lips, pausing for a moment to stare at them. ANOTHER awkward moment..
'Er...thanks.' said Draco, breaking the trance.
'Sorry, ANYWAY. Is it okay if I stay here? I don't really want to risk bumping into HIM on the way to the hospital wing.' she explained.
'Right. Well, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. It shouldn't take long.'
Draco came back, eye, good as new, to find Hermione fast asleep. He sprinted up to his bedroom and came back down to cover her with a quilt.
'I don't think she's want me to go round picking her up and dumping her on her bed. She might think I'm being a softie...or that something happened.'
He sat down next to her and sat there staring into the fire. Before he knew it,, he was dozing off, with his head against Hermione's, his hands around her waist.
'ARGH!!!' bellowed Hermione in the early hours of Saturday morning.
'Malfoy! What the hell?!'
'Please, 'Mione, shut up. It's six in the morning and I need my sleep.' Uh oh. He was lying on Hermione's lap. Half asleep. Draco jolted up his head causing whiplash.
'Argh, my neck!' he yelled.
'Malfoy..we do NOT speak of this again..'
Later that evening, there came a knock on the Head's Dorms. Hermione and Draco whipped their heads from their Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. Quickly, Hermione ran across the room and opened the door, finding Harry and Ron waiting.
'Harry! Ron! Come in!' she said joyfully.
The three of them sat on the couch infront of the fire, ignoring the the glare Malfoy gave them.
'How are you guys?' asked Hermione.
'I hate you.' mumbled Ron.
He had a gianrt black eye, clearly Draco as the one who gave him this & vice versa.
'I should be the one hating you!' said Hermione, outraged.
'You were the on that cheated so you can't talk Weasley!' shouted Draco from his seat.
'Shut up Malfoy. No one's talking to you! Flippin' git!' yelled Ron.
'And Hermione, was it really necessary to put through all that pain? I couldn't even go to Quidditch without my tummy screaming in protest, wanting to go to the loo instead!' he roared.
'And you wonder why I cheated on you?! It's because you're an annoying, silly prick! You're hair's always a mess, you hardly fix yourself up, and you're going to end up as a nerdy cat lady if you don't bother about your friends and only care about stupid books!'
Hermione bottled up her tears & emotions inside but left before she burst into tears. Now the Weasel had done it.