A/N: My cousin wrote this for me while we were watching Harry Potter together. Isn't she just the greatest? :)
"One steak-and-kidney pie and a treacle tart, please," Hermione told the waiter at Three Broomsticks, sipping her pumpkin juice.
"And I'll have an order of lamb chops and apple pie—and can you refill my butterbeer? Thank you." Ron smiled. As the waiter walked away, Malfoy's face became visible as he sat down nearby with a couple of his friends.
"Bloody Hell," Hermione sighed, covering her face.
"What?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"Draco's eating lunch here with Goyle and Pansy."
"Oh joy. Well, I have to use the loo," Ron said, getting up.
"Wait! Don't leave me here with—"
But Ron was already gone and Malfoy filled his spot quickly.
"Hello Granger," Malfoy said sweetly, "you look lovely this afternoon."
Hermione blushed, embarrassed. "Uh, thank you, Draco."
"The pleasure is all mine," Malfoy insisted.
"Draco, look, you know it can't work out between us."
"I know, I know." Malfoy sighed. "It's just… kind of hard to accept."
They were interrupted by a loud, "I'm back!" Both people looked up to see Hermione's ginger boyfriend beaming over them.
"It sure took you long enough," muttered Hermione.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron demanded, his grin fading rapidly.
"Oh, excuse me Weasel, I'm just making small talk with this lovely young witch, isn't that right, Hermione dear?" Malfoy sneered.
"That's it!" Ron said, getting up. "I am SICK of you hitting on my woman!" He whipped out his wand at pointed it at Malfoy, who followed suit.
"Stop it!" a voice yelled suddenly; they both recognized it as the woman they both loved.
"Get out of here, Draco," said Hermione angrily.
"And stay away," added Ron, stabbing his wand at Malfoy's neck threateningly.
Malfoy backed away in surrender. Hermione embraced her boyfriend as Draco watched scathingly, pushing Pansy's arms from off of his neck.