Ron Weasley stomped through Hogwarts, furiously muttering to himself, "I can't believe I lost Hermione to that fucking ferret.. that stupid…" It made him sick to his stomach to think of the way his 'Mione fawned over that good-for-nothing pale, pointy faced, DEATH EATER… the same boy who made their lives hell for the past six years, hurling hexes, curses, and insults at them every chance he got… slimy Slytherin git…
"How could she just forgive him like that? How could she leave him, the one who has been been by her side through thick and thin, the one who befriended her back when she had no friends, one third of the Golden Trio who saved her ass countless times?" He remembered the days when Hermione would smile at him sweetly, her big brown eyes filled with love and devotion and he couldn't believe that he lost that to Draco Malfoy of all people.
At that moment, Draco and Hermione burst through the doors, laughing and shaking off the snow that covered their jackets. They had just finished playing in the snow, the very first snow of the season. Draco and Hermione both loved the first snow, but for very different reasons. For Hermione, it was how the world became silent and peaceful, blanketed in the white beauty of the first snowfall of the year. For Draco, it was a reminder of the beautiful things in the world, in spite of all the darkness and evil he had seen in his short lifetime.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, grabbing her hand and yanking her out of Draco's arms. "It makes me ill… seeing you with him… giving him love and attention at his will. It just kills me! You can't imagine how it makes me feel to see you with him. Leave the ferret! I know you know that I'm the one for you!" Ron shook her and pleaded with her to see reason. He hoped that his words would sink in, that she would get over her stubbornness and return to her proper place, in his arms.
However, the bushy-haired Gryffindor had no such plans. Instead of giving into Ron's pleas, she slapped him in the face with a resounding slap that echoed through the empty hall. "Ronald Billius Weasley!" Hermione screeched angrily. "How dare you insinuate that you are the one for me when you don't even know me? You act as if you understand me when you don't even understand half the things that come out of my mouth! You distract me, you degrade me, you suffocate me with your constant talk of quidditch and complaints about me reading too much. Not to mention your insecurity and constant whining about Harry's fame. If it bothered you so much, why don't you go do something about it? Go do something worthwhile instead of laying around on your arse!" Hermione's fists clenched tightly as she fought to calm herself down. She couldn't believe the audacity of the red-headed boy in front of her. Taking a calming breath, she whispered,"Ron, you'll always be my friend. I'm sorry, but I just don't love you like that anymore. I'm with Draco now. He makes me happy. Can't you just accept it and move on? It's not healthy to cling to the past like this. I'm happy. You should be too."
Turning away from Ron, Hermione took Draco's hand and walked away. "Goodbye, Ronald."