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Ron
Potions. Why do we have potions on Fridays? Why do we have potions at all? I glanced around at the dungeon, hating everyone and everything in there.
Well, everyone except Hermione.
Hermione was working next to me, completely involved in her work. Her brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. She was able to keep it well managed now with a smoothing spell. Her chocolate eyes were fixed with concentration at the complex potion. I remember the way she had stared like that at the Polyjuice Potion three years ago. She put so much work into it, making sure that everything was perfect.
The bell ending the class period rang and brought me back to the present. I was quickly gathered my things when Hermione started talking to me.
"How do you think you did on that one?"
"Hmm? Oh, badly. I forgot to put the griffin feather in before the newt eyes." I moved closer to look at the potions instructions. She was standing very close to me, so close I could smell her hair.
"Oh, Ron, you're not going to pass the exams if you keep on forgetting simple things like that. If you fail potions you have to repeat fifth year! What will you do if --" Hermione never got to ask what I would do because the worst excuse for a human decided that we were bothering him some how, and went into an insulting fit.
"Weasley! Are you trying to take Potter's girl while he's out sulking," Malfoy tusked. There were two lies in that sentence. One was that Hermione was Harry's girlfriend. She wasn't. She wouldn't be. It wasn't even discussed.
Second, was that Harry was out sulking. After the return of The Dark Lord, Sirius had decided that it would be safer to take Harry out of school and put him under the Fildelus Charm. He would be returning as soon as He Who Must Not Be Named was defeated.
"Shut your trap, Malfoy," I said, trying to remain calm, but, by the look on Hermione's face, was failing. "You're nothing put a lousy piece of scum."
"Such bitter insults. Scum! Ha! You are the one who associate yourself with muggles, and even worse," he paused and nodded towards Hermione, "mudbloods." Hermione gave him a look that said she didn't care, so I just ignored that comment. Unfortunately, he took it as encouragement. "What? No retaliation? I tell you, you two must be so tired from shagging all night that --"
This is when I lost it. I couldn't, wouldn't take this shit from Malfoy. I took a step towards that little ferret, and punched him squarely in the nose.
He stood back for a second, shocked that I hit him. But this did not last long. Malfoy punched me in the stomach, and
soon I had one arm around Malfoy's waist, and the other was pummeling his face. He was doing the same to me.
"Stop it!" Hermione protested. But she couldn't do anything. After five years of hating each other, this fight was one where we could let it all loose. No one could stop us now.
"Weasley! Malfoy!"
That is, until I realized that we were still in the potions dungeon. And Snape was standing, glaring as though I had hit him instead of Malfoy.
"Fighting is unacceptable. Fifty points from Gryffindor and twenty five from Slytherin."
"Wait! That's not fair --"
"And detention for Weasley."
This sucked. I was just about to get really abusive with Snape, against my good judgment, when Malfoy said, "Thank you, Professor Snape." I think it was that very smug smirk on his face that did it.
"You have detention too, Mr. Malfoy." With that, Snape tromped back to his office. I couldn't help but smile at Hermione, but she just stormed off.
"Damn." I hurried after her, apologizing for all I was worth. I consider the worst thing in the world is to have Hermione mad at you.
Hermione
"Hermione, wait!"
I spun around and glared. His blue eyes showed something I had never seen in them when he looked at me before: fear.
"I... I can explain --"
"Explain what? Why you didn't deny it? Why you didn't say that you didn't feel that way? Why you didn't say that we were just friends? Well, why? I am waiting."
"Because I couldn't!" he snapped. He didn't need to say anything else. I knew from his expressive blue eyes exactly what he was feeling.
I had felt the same way in September. I had thought that I loved Harry. I guess it was after reading Rita Skeeter when I decided that I loved him. I told him at the beginning of the term and he said that he just wanted to be friends. When he said that , I realized that I felt relived.
I knew then that I didn't love Harry. Love was what my parents had together. I didn't love anybody as much as they loved each other. Not Harry. Not Viktor.
And especially not Ron.
"Hermione... I ... err" he was stuttering when I returned from my thoughts. " I think that I..."
"The late bell is going to ring in a minute!" I exclaimed. "I need to get to class." I couldn't help running as I left that hallway.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled after me, but I didn't turn around. I couldn't.
When I reached my Advanced Charms class, I sat at my desk and cried.
Draco
"Stupid Weasley," I muttered as I polished Ron Wesley's award for special services. I had spoken soft enough so he couldn't hear me, but I swear, he turned and glared at me that exact moment. I glared back.
Much of the night had been like this. He glares at me, I glare at him, then we both turn back to our trophies and mutter under our breath. This had been going on for four hours.
The door to the trophy room burst open and in walked Granger carrying a basket of food. I say walked, but I should say floated. I found that Granger has to much grace to simply walk.
"Hey," she said softly to Weasley. "I thought you might be hungry. After all, you missed dinner. I picked up some butterbeer and some sandwiches." Weasley turned to face her. I could see from the tender way he took the basket that they had had some kind of fight.
Light bulb! I plastered on a smirk and spoke loudly across the room. "If you though he was horny, would you bring him some prostitutes, too." I just love my insults.
This one sent Weasley running at me, but Granger caught his sleeve and stopped him. I can't say that I wasn't grateful. I did have quite a few bruises from the last fight.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That must be Granger's job." Granger breezed over and slapped me. Hard. "OW!"
"Ha, ha." Weasley got to much pleasure out of that.
"Just because you don't have any morals, doesn't mean that no one else does," Granger said coldly. I spun around, picked up Potter's trophy. Ceremoniously, I spat on it. Then I took the rag and polished it. I set it down angrily and ambled over to the door. With a menacing glance at Granger, I stepped outside and slammed the door.
"Aromahola" I whispered, locking the door. Now the door could only be opened from the outside. Tomorrow was the first day of Christmas break and no one would have any reason to go inside until they all got back.
"What are you doing out here?"
I spun around to face Filch and an angry looking Mrs. Norris.
"You have detention, get back in there," he said.
"But, I finished," I protested.
"Not until you both come out. Now get back in there."
"But, --" I started to protest again, but Filch opened the door and pushed my back in, shutting the door firmly behind me.
"Damn."