This is prologe of a story I started writing a while ago, but I dont know if I'm going to put up.
This bit wrote itself in a pretty strange style... apologies for any misspelling or grammer.
Tell me if it should stay as a one shot or if I should put the whole story up!
It was an ambush. Ron could hardly believe it: Draco Malfoy had saved Harry's life. The slytherin prince, pureblood, death eater had saved Harry's life. That was his job, wasn't it? Loyal, brave Ron Weasley, best friend and saviour of the chosen one?
But now they were nearly back, unfortunately accompanied by Malfoy. But it didn't matter. They were nearly back, back to safety and warmth and family, and when Hermione came rushing out to meet them he, Ron, would catch her in his arms, kiss her, tell her he loved her.
Hermione Weasley.
It had a good ring to it. And she felt the same way of course. She had to, they were Hermione and Ron, and they love each other- or at least this is what Ron thinks.
Then they are back, outside the headquarters and Harry counter acts the defensive charms and curses that keep it safe, and the doors fly open and familiar faces pour out, his family, friends, associates.
Ron watches only for her and when she appears his heart skips and he opens his arms smiling.
She rushes towards them, him, her thick dark hair streaming out behind and there is relief and shock and love all over her face as she cries "Draco" and then she is in his arms and Hermione Granger is kissing Draco Malfoy and Ron cannot move or breathe.
The world spins then there is silence.
The pair separate after an eternity, Draco's arms still around his Hermione.
Anguish and love and hate explode in a muffled cry from the depths of Ron's heart as he lunges, punches Malfoy across and flees into the security of the headquarters.
"Well Hermione, you have a lot of explaining to do" Harry says, eyebrows in his hairline.
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