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Chapter 6 : Fix You
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Hermione couldn’t believe her eyes. Her childhood best friend, the boy she kissed then left, the boy who had protected her, the boy who had loved her, was standing right in front of her, his mouth hanging open in a perfect ‘o’ shape. He had grown taller since Hermione last saw him and just like Bill, had grown his hair reasonably longer. Gone was the childish, immature boy that she had known from school, instead Hermione saw a man.
The silence in the air was so thick that anyone standing in the room could have cut it with a knife. Ron and Hermione were just staring at one another, unable to say a word.
“So your back,” Ron said in a reasonably calm manner.
“Yeah, I’m back,” She echoed. Neither of them knew what to say to each other given their previous circumstances.
“Won-won? Where’s my won-won?” Someone called from the backyard. Hermione knew that voice, it was a voice that she never wanted to hear again.
Every blessing must come with a curse Hermione thought grudgingly to herself as the one and only Lavender Brown came bouncing out from the backyard, pink ribbons suffocated her hair and she still wore her sickly pastel coloured dresses, the only new thing that she wore was a second hand, sparkling, engagement ring.
“Your engaged,” Hermione stated bluntly.
“Hermione! I haven’t seen you in ages! Where did you go!” Lavender greeted Hermione like she was her best friend or something, pulling her into a huge hug and bestowing her with a soft kiss on the cheek.
“Yes, Won-won and I are engaged! I knew it was only a matter of time!” Lavender yelled, shoving the sparkling engagement ring.
“Tea?” Mrs. Weasley asked hesitantly.
“Yes please. Draco want one?” Hermione turned to Draco, remembering that he was still standing there.
“I would one, Mrs. Weasley,” Draco said politely, nodding his head in admitted thanks for the tea.
Hermione examined herself in the mirror, she was wearing a casual outfit that Ginny had designed: black jeans and a casual ‘hard rock cafe’ top, her usually poofy hair was pulled back into a neat, yet messy ponytail (which had taken Ginny ages to do) and she wore her lucky ballet flats that she accidentally left behind at Hogwarts.
“I held onto them, you know, just in case,” Ginny shrugged her shoulders when she handed them back to the owner.
“It seemed like ages since we did this,” Ginny mummered as she was tackling Hermione’s hair.
“Doing what?” Hermione asked absent mindly, fiddling with a feather that had fallen onto the vanity.
“This, getting dressed up, not a care in the world. Being friends again,” Ginny exasperated, finally managing to get a hair tye around the bundle of a birds nest that Hermione so easily called ‘hair’
Hermione smiled at her best friend, stood up from the vanity and hugged her.
“Well, I’m never leaving again Ginny and that’s a promise,” Hermione promised intertwining her pinkie into Ginny’s.
“Pinkie swear,” They said in unison. Looking at each other, dead serious, they collapsed into a fit of giggles and jumped onto the four poster bed that Harry and Ginny were sharing for the night.
“So Mione, are you and Malfoy...?” Ginny asked edging Hermione on.
“What! No, no, no, God no. We’re just friends, just friends,” Hermione knew deep down that she was assuring herself as much as she was assuring Ginny.
“Well, okay then, come on downstairs. Everyone is dying to see you again. Especially Cormac,” Ginny winked at Hermione as she opened the door that led to the step descent of stairs.
The descent of the stairs hadn’t gone exactly to plan. On the second landing Hermione tripped over a broom and tumbled down two flights of stairs, landing on a heap on the ground. Ginny, being the typical best friend, was cracking up laughing, not bothering to see if she was okay. Ron, on the other side had run to the stairs and tried to catch Hermione, but instead she just rolled on top of him, laughing uncontrollably.
“Are you okay?” Ron asked, pulling Hermione’s hair out of her eyes, his eyes piercing hers.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hermione wheezed falling silent as she stared into Ron’s eyes. It had been almost a whole year since she had looked into those eyes; his greatest asset.
“Dinner!” Mrs. Weasley called out from outside. Hermione quickly got off Ron and rubbed her arm; a habit that she hated.
“Come on, we should probably go,” Hermione muttered, feeling her cheeks flushing a violent shade of red.
After giving numerous amounts of hugs and cheek-kisses to everyone they finally sat down and started to eat dinner. Ron sat on her left, Ginny on her right and Cormac sat directly across the table from her. Eyeing her, in his attempt of seducing Hermione, but he was failing miserably.
Then live music began to play from the dance floor that Mrs. Weasley had placed there only several minutes ago.
“Care to dance?” Draco asked, stepping up behind Hermione, extending his arm. Hermione laughed and accepted. Hermione’s favourite song, Fix You by Coldplay came on.
“Of course I would,” Draco steered her towards the dance floor where several couples were already dancing: George and Angelina, Harry and Ginny, Mr and Mrs Weasley and Neville and Luna.
“So are you going to tell me why you’re being so nice to me or not?” Hermione asked as they began to twirl around on the dance floor slowly.
“Maybe later,” Draco teased placing his hand on her hip. After about 5 minutes of dancing Hermione firmly rested her head Draco’s chest and he happily let her.
“I don’t know what to make of you Draco,” Hermione mummered, smelling Draco’s shirt.
“What does that mean?” Draco smiled.
“Well, all throughout school you were the meanest little prick I had ever met in my life, worse than my Aunt Brionie, and now, you are really nice to me. Don’t get me wrong, I love the new you, it just seems... odd,” Hermione said.
“It’s history now Mione,” Draco assured her.
“History that I want to know,” Hermione pressured.
“Look Mione, I will tell you when the time seems right, I promise,” Draco said, her shampoo smell filling his nose.
“Strawberry,” He purred closing his eyes.
“What?” She asked.
“Oh! Uh, do you want some strawberries?” Draco stuttered indicating over to the table where a chocolate fountain and fruit had just appeared.
“Okay,” She smiled, dragging Draco to the chocolate fountain.
“So Hermione, how would you like to go on a date with me? I am incredibly wealthily, and I have just recently become a keeper for the Tornados,” McLaggen said, licking chocolate off his fingers.
“Listen McLaggen, I think I made it perfectly clear in year 6 that I don’t want anything to do with you,” Hermione said sternly before promptly turning her back on McLaggen.
“Come on Hermione,” McLaggen said grabbing her by the waist.
“You’re drunk,” Hermione said smelling Firewhisky in his breath.
“Maybe,” He said slyly.
“Get off me McLaggen,” She protested but he just kept pulling her towards the dance floor.
“Get off it Hermione. You know you want me,” He had begun to slur his words as he leaned in for a forced kiss. Then all the pressure that McLaggen was forcing onto her was off, and he was thrown to the ground with immense strength.
“Hermione are you okay?” Draco asked, an anger in his eyes that Hermione had never seen before.
She just nodded.
“You bastard, you stay away from Hermione,” Draco growled menacingly, his teeth gritted together and his wand was pointing directly at McLaggen heart.
“Okay man, cool down,” McLaggen said, his hands at his head.
“Okay boys, break it up,” Kingsley, the minister for magic said sternly, pushing in between the two boys.
Kingsley roughly pulled McLaggen to his feet.
“No harm no foul,” Kingsley assured the crowd, smiling he walked back towards George.
“Like I would want to have anything to do with that bitch anyway. The little slut is all yours Malfoy,” McLaggen said spitefully. Hermione saw Draco’s eyes go into slits, the veins in his neck began to pulse and his fists clenched into tight balls. Then, the next thing he knew Draco had launched at McLaggen and punched his square in the face, McLaggen’s nose making an unnatural sound.
“Take back what you said,” Draco snarled, his wand burning a small hole in McLaggen’s shirt.
“Take. It. Back,” He snarled again.
“Get off him!” Kingsley roared, pulling Draco off McLaggen. Kingsley grabbed both Draco and McLaggen then dissaperated, an awkward silence in the air.
“Hermione, dear, do you want to stay the night?” Mrs. Weasley asked, steering Hermione inside for one of her famous hot chocolates.
“Yes, please Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione said, unable to find out why Draco had stood up to her like that.
“Well, come on, I’ll get Arthur to find out what’s wrong okay?” Mrs. Weasley pulled Hermione into a massive motherly bear hug and handed her the hot chocolate.
A/N: I own nothing that you see here.The song Fix You is by Coldplay.
Thank you for all your amazing reviews on my last chapter, they made me get motivated with this chapter and get it up quicker than the last.
I hoped you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it (this was one of my favourites because 1. Ron is back!!! and 2. You see the Death eater side of Draco)
Well, thank you for reading and I hoped you liked it :)
And sorry this took so long to get up it went into validation 3 times before they would let it go up
Ps: I know Salt Rocks, Dorian or Jane haven't been in the past few chapters but they will be in the next chapter
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