"Hermione?" Draco said, looking around the corner of the last bookshelf in the library. No sign of her. Drat! He was sure she would be there. Whenever he did not know where his girlfriend was, he knew to check the library. She was usually there.
His new relationship with Hermione was something of a scandal around Hogwarts. And why was that? Because they were from different houses? Because Draco was still adamant in his anti – Mudblood views and his hatred of Harry? It meant nothing to him, for he had discovered Hermione. She was perfect for him, smart, challenging, witty. He couldn't imagine how he had made it this far without her.
Draco left the library and went around the hallways, scanning them for his girlfriend. He had news for her. It was cheesy, old – fashioned, and roll –your – eyes – worthy, but he wanted to give her his pin. That's what his father had done for his mother; given her the solid gold snake pin as soon as they began to date seriously. Draco and Hermione had not been dating for long, a few months, but he felt such a connection!
But she had been distant lately. She didn't want to be near him as much, she was satisfied with being around Harry and Ron. Draco thought that it was because he hadn't made a gesture to her, to assure her of his love. Well, she did not have to worry anymore. The pin would be all the assurance she would need.
He approached the Fat Lady. It was late, but he couldn't sleep without doing this! He tapped the painting, which woke her up, and whispered the password. Lightningbugs. Reluctantly, she let him in.
Draco climbed through the portrait hole and looked around. He heard someone over on the couch. Whispering. He looked over, and saw the messy red hair that could only belong to a Weasley. Ron Weasley.
Draco sneered, lifting a lip. Who would be stupid enough to go for Weasley? He could not bear to look, but he was curious. He froze, dead in his tracks. There, locking lips with Weasley, kissing him as if there was no tomorrow, hugging him to her.
Was his Hermione.
"What the hell?" Malfoy yelled as he walked towards the couch where Ron and Hermione were. The second Draco spoke Hermione and Ron pulled away from each other. Hermione's face changed from her normal perfect skin tone to as pale as a ghost. Ron was shocked. Ron stood up and protectively pulled Hermione up and behind him.
"Draco…. What are you doing here." Hermione said very caught off guard.
"What am I doing here? The more important thing is why are you making out with a bloody Weasley. You're my girlfriend," Draco yelled. Ron put his arm around Hermione to comfort her as Draco was yelling. "Do not put your arm around my girl." Draco threw a punch at Ron's obnoxiously ugly nose. Draco's fist collided with Ron's nose causing his head to snap to the side and stagger back into Hermione.
"Ron! Are you okay?" Hermione asked looking at his swelling nose with blooding streaming out of his nose.
Ron felt his upper lip and saw that he was bleeding. He looked at Draco with bewilderment. "That bloody bastard broke my nose."
"You're the bastard that was making out with my girlfriend," Draco said with his temper igniting to spread further.
"Not just making out," Ron muttered to himself as he began to smile.
"Shut up, Ron," Hermione whispered to Ron, elbowing him in the stomach softly.
"No, he deserves to know." Ron said louder, smirking. "He's been a jerk to you all these months."
"What have you done?" Draco spat, fear dwelling in his heart.
"I shagged your girl." Ron smirked, the only red on his face from dried blood. He snaked an arm around Hermione's waist and pulled her forward. Hermione, though blushing red, unashamedly leaned into Ron's chest.
All remaining color drained from Draco's unusually pale face. "…wh-wh-what? Did you…no, you're lying!"
"No I'm not." Ron said in a sing – song voice, rubbing the truth even more into Malfoy's nose. "In fact, it happened more than once. It was great."
Hermione turned red as a beet, rivaling every blush Ron ever had.
Draco took a step forward, looking into Hermione's face, though she still refused to make eye contact with him. "Is this true?" She did not reply. Draco raised a hand, to slap her as he usually did when she did not pay attention to him.
"Hey!" Ron stepped in front of Hermione and grabbed Malfoy's hand. "Don't touch her!"
"Why not?" Draco said. "She's my girlfriend! You are the one who can't touch her!"
"Yes he can!" Hermione interjected, grasping Ron's hand firmly. "Draco, I don't want to date you! You're horrid!"
"Then why did you even agree to go out with me?" Draco said, trying to keep his voice from wavering.
"I don't know!" Hermione said, sighing and leaning even more into Ron. "It seemed interesting, I had never had a real boyfriend before! As soon as I said yes, I wanted to say no, but the look on your face! I couldn't do it!"
"But now she can." Ron added. "And she just told you. How did you even get in here? It's the Gryffindor common room, and you're a Slytherin. How can you even try and defend yourself? You were awful to her! You constantly made fun of her, called her a Mudblood. You don't deserve someone as great as her!"
Draco got dangerously close to Hermione. Her face had lost some of the color, but her heart was beating faster. As was Draco's. Ron was uncomfortable with him being that close, but didn't object just yet, though he did hold Hermione closer.
Draco snapped out like an attacking snake, grabbing Hermione's face and planting his lips over hers. Ron pushed Draco away, sending him stumbling back into a chair. "What the hell was that for?" Ron yelled, advancing to Malfoy. "You better get out of here, you rat, before you're living with them!"
Draco saw the anger rising in Ron's demeanor and took what may have been his last opportunity, and ran out of the portrait hole and into the hallway. He scurried down three flights of moving stairs and ended up in a hallway. There was a staircase in the hallway that led up to the Slytherin common room. Malfoy sat down and buried his face into his hands. Tears were streaming down his face. He could not believe that Hermione would do something like this. He did not believe that he had treated her poorly.
After a few minutes of crying he heard footsteps of someone coming down the stairs, coming out of the Slytherin common room. His head rose and he turned around to see the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She had ringlets of blond hair that fell to her shoulders with brown eyes that looked like chocolates. Her smile could light up an entire room. She was wearing a deep green button down blouse with a black frilly skirt and musical note knee socks.
"Draco?" The girl said in confusion as he ran down the rest of the stairs and sat beside him. "Why are you crying?"
"Nothing. Go away," Draco said bearing his head back into his hands.
"You can tell me. I won't tell anyone. I'm a good secret keeper," She said.
"Why would I tell you? I do not even know your name," Draco said raising his head from his hands again.
"I'm Gwendolyn! Now you can tell me," she said with a smile on her face.
"Draco," he said still upset about what happened.
"Oh I know who you are. You're Draco Malfoy," she said throwing her arms out as if she was imagining his name on a marquee. "You're a superstar in Slytherin."
Draco smiled. He liked being called a superstar. This girl really admires him.
"Thanks," Draco said.
"Does this have anything to do with you dating Hermione Granger?" Gwendolyn asked.
"Yeah we broke up," Draco explained calmly. He did not want to explain everything because he just met her and she might suddenly take her side.
"Oh I'm sorry. I never really liked her though. She always smelled funny, like peaches. I'm allergic to peaches," Gwendolyn said. Draco started laughing.
"Are you laughing at me?" Gwendolyn asked starting to get frustrated with him.
Draco instant stopped laughing. "No, I would never laugh at you. Just…"
"Just what?" Gwendolyn asked as she cocked her head to the side.
"You're adorable," Draco said with a smile.
"You too," Gwendolyn said as she smiled again.
Draco chuckled to himself and said, "Maybe everything is going to be alright after all."