Author's Notes: Thank you for all those who reviewed. I'm not going to say any spoilers except for the summary, cors. (The pairings) And you're probably terrified by the incest pairing, but I'm definitely pushing it through. I wanted to try a new pairing, myself, had never wanted.

Special thanks to Mheanne, who helped me add a bit more to the draft of this chapter. Hope you enjoy. :)

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disinterested: Oh, yes. The guy IS Draco, as his name was mentioned by the girl. But the girl would remain a mystery until truth itself unfolds. Actually, I'm still on thoughts about it, and honestly, I have 2 people in mind for the 'mystery girl' role.

lazy-cerulean: Dilemma is my fic which was just deleted yesterday due to major blocks, and YES its on Hiatus but, I'm gonna re-organize everything, and probably even the title, that's why I deleted it. And… I just can't promise that this story won't go Hiatus-ing, but, I'll try!

BTW, those who saw the chapter 1, before I posted this one, which is the real chapter one, a big SORRY. It was just a mistake. Haha!

Disclaimer: Forgot this in the prologue, anyway, I do not own Harry Potter, coz obviously, I'm not J.K Rowling. I just own the books.

Divided with Fake Walls

For Voldemort again: "It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live."

Chapter 1: Ron's turned EMO and Harry's First Kiss

"Draco!" Pansy arched her back as her partner started trailing soft, butterfly kisses on her collarbone. She could feel her wetness growing with every ministration his skillful mouth did.

"Say my name again, Pansy." He growled, his husky voice heard all over the small, poorly-lit, empty dungeon.

"Draco…"Pansy moaned again, her fingers starting to thread his blond locks as waves of pleasure started to hit her. His brows creased for a moment, but continued nevertheless to suck her collarbone.

Dammit ,Draco! This is Pansy, not Granger.

After leaving her Transfigurations class, Hermione started walking to the Hospital Wing to visit her two best friends. Harry and Ron. Clutching her books to her chest, she quickened her pace, still annoyed.

'So this is what happens when Harry or Ron is not around.' She sighed, recalling the previous scene with Malfoy. How his words greatly affected her, she doesn't know. But how his moves painfully affect her, that she can answer.

'Damn hormones.'

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"'Mione! You've come to visit us!" Ron exclaimed as he saw his female best friend passing through the infirmary doors. Harry, who was tying his shoelaces, turned to look at her and smiled.

"Hey Ron, hey Harry." She smiled back, quite relieved that they were just about to leave the Hospital Wing. At least, she'll have company now.

"How's your day, 'Mione? We were just preparing to leave." Harry scooped his glasses from the bedside, sat down, and looked at her fully. She sat beside him; at the same time Ron, sitting beside her. She gave a big sigh and look at Harry sympathetically.

"I had a great day. A reaaallly great day. Especially in Transfigurations, we were trying to turn ferrets into pillows, or at least they were." She rolled her eyes, speaking sarcastically.

"A great day… Hmmm, so Malfoy was not around?" Said Ron, who was suspecting Malfoy being a big spider that can turn into human after he saw him hairy. (He was hexed by Hermione.)

"You know she's being sarcastic, Ron." Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione just slapped her forehead with her hand, sighing again. Harry turned to her and grinned.

"It's all right, 'Mione, it may not be good awhile ago, but it'll be now." Hermione just grinned at him as he enveloped her in a hug.

"I swear! Those were not signs of hexing! He really is a bloody spider! Bloody Hell!" Ron said desperately, trying to convince his friends.

"Ron! How many times do I have to tell you that I just hexed Malfoy so those hairs sprouted!" Hermione said, quite amused at her best friend's great fear for spiders.

"But you know, 'Mione… maybe Malfoy didn't just sprout those hairs…now that I think of it…" Harry pretended to think deeply, scratching his chin as they walked through the deserted corridors.

"See!"

"No! Not you too, Harry…" Hermione moaned, massaging her temples. Harry grinned. They suddenly turned left, heading for a shortcut to the common room.

"Ha! It's two against one! I win! I told yo—" Ron stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening, and his jaw falling agape. Hermione and Harry had stopped too, looking at the scene before them, Hermione with worry and Harry with a smirk.

Before them were Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas, snogging boldly in the middle of the deserted corridor. Their hands were forcefully groping each other's robes, trying to feel each other more. Ron had felt a sinking feeling, but he didn't know why. Seeing his younger sister with those sensual emotions displayed on her face, Ron couldn't help but feel that Dean Thomas doesn't deserve them.

He can't accept the fact that someone other than him, "her brother", can actually make her feel 'that' comfortable. She's his sister, damn it! It's his responsibility to do such. (Making Ginny happy.)

"Oi!" Ron shouted, breaking the two apart. Dean looked at them, pushing Ginny carefully, flushed and embarrassed, while Ginny just turned to his brother, as if nothing had happened.

"What?" She asked impatiently, folding her arms below her chest.

"You two! You're… you're!..." Ron struggled to say something.

"…snogging." Harry finished the word for him. He couldn't get why Ron was so upset about it. Snogging was perfectly usual and normal.

"So?" Ginny raised her brow at her brother, and winked at Harry. Harry just smirked and looked at Hermione.

"This is a public place! Anyone could've seen you here… you two…!"

"…snogging." Hermione finished for him flatly. Harry chuckled quietly as he watched Ron turn red with anger.

"Well, this WAS a deserted corridor, before you three came in." She pointed out. Dean held her hand but Ginny shook it off.

"Go back, Dean, I'll just finish this talk with my big brother who has the brain of a 12 year-old."

"Why you!" Ron had picked his wand from his pocket and pointed it at Ginny. Ginny had done the same. Dean was torn between leaving and defending his girlfriend. Hermione instantly came between them, spreading her arms out.

"Don't you dare, Ron Weasley." She said threateningly. Harry walked behind Ron and carefully tried to pry Ron's wand away from Ginny's direction.

"Move, Hermione. Or I'm gonna shoot." Hermione just arched her brows and looked at him.

"Ginny…"

"Just go Dean! I'll meet you later!" With that, Dean left rushing quickly out of the secret shortcut.

Ron shot a spell which missed Hermione and Ginny by inches. Harry, raged, pinned his best friend on the wall angrily.

"What do you think you just did, huh Ron?" He said darkly.

"Getoffofme!"

"Stop acting so childish."

"Enough! I've had enough with you, Ron! I don't understand you! Just because you haven't snogged anyone yet, doesn't mean I have no right to do so!" Ginny yelled, tears cascading down her cheeks. With one heave, she spun around and walked quickly to the common room.

Ron pushed Harry and started walking too, definitely pissed.

"I don't get why he's so annoyed." Harry mumbled, looking at his best friend's back.

"Oh well… Let's just wait for him to cool down. Meanwhile, do you want to help me do my rounds?" Hermione turned to him. She was also staring at Ron's retreating form.

"Sure 'Mione."

"Darn it." He cursed under his breath. He was staggering to get to the Slytherin dungeons but due to his previous activity (which involved Pansy), he felt lightheaded. He clutched the wall, trying to regain his breath. He leaned on the wall, with a goofy smile on his face.

'She had nice—'

"Malfoy?" A deep masculine voice said out of the dark. Harry Potter, his mortal rival, came out, pointing his wand which was glowing at the tip, to him. He knew a Gryffindor prefect was doing the rounds for the night, be he doesn't remember the part of Harry being a Gryffindor prefect.

"What you doin' here, huh, Pothead?" He sneered, standing at his feet at once. His lightheadedness had vanished and was soon replaced with amusement. This was his view of fun. This is something normal for him.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that, Malfoy? Harry's with me." Said another voice, this time, a female voice Draco perfectly remembered.

'That should be it. Pothead's with Granger. And Granger's a damn prefect.'

"I-I'm doing rounds." He said distractedly as Hermione's full form came into view. Hermione scrutinized him, and then noticing his disarranged robes and uneven hair.

"Been shagging Pansy again, haven't you, Malfoy?" She smirked, her voice quiet and firm. Harry snorted at her statement.

"Something funny, Potter? And no, you heard me perfectly well Granger, I'm doing rounds." He sneered, staring at both of them with feigned amusement. He was quite annoyed that they had to be here at this certain point of time. He knew Hermione wouldn't buy his lie, not that he cared anyway.

"Really now. That makes me wonder… I haven't seen your name beside mine in the schedule of the night rounds, ferret."

"Maybe you didn't look at it that much. Such poor eyes you have now Granger. Maybe you can borrow Pothead's glasses." He said smugly, while Harry's and Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"Fuck off, Malfoy. Get out of the way, we'll continue the rounds." Harry said plainly and pushed past Draco. Draco just stepped aside, smirking at his victory. Hermione passed him, but not before whispering quietly,

"There's lipstick smeared on your neck. Some rounds you're doing."

Draco looked at her dumbstruck, his mouth agape. Amidst this darkness, she had seen them? Maybe she didn't need Potter's glasses after all…

Harry and Hermione returned to Gryffindor's common room and headed for their separate dormitories. At the middle of the flight of stairs, Hermione waved a thanks and goodnight at Harry which he returned with a beam.

Probably… they can sleep peacefully now, with nothing yet in mind.

The Morning…

"Have you seen Ron?" Hermione asked Lavender as soon as she emerged from the bathroom. She had forgotten about him all night.

"You mean you don't know?" Lavender tilted her head to the right in inquiry.

'I shouldn't be asking if I knew…' She rolled her eyes mentally.

"No…why? What happened?"

"Oh. Just ask Ginny. I really don't know the full story, but he's at the Hospital Wing right now." Lavender yawned widely, covering her mouth with her small hand.

"Oh… right, thanks." Hermione gave her a small smile and headed downstairs.

'What happened?'

"Hermione!" She spun around and came face to face with Harry.

"Harry?"

"Ron… Ron, he—he's at the Hospital Wing! Ginny—Ginny! She hexed him… and he turned… black as they described…" He said, panting slightly, he motioned his head on Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

"Well… what are we waiting for?"

"No one cares about me… I'm all alone… Ginny hates me… Harry hates me… Hermione hates me… Peeves hates me… Malfoy hates meeeeee…" Someone sobbed quietly inside the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey gave him a sympathetic look and sighed. The boy continued his sobbing, saying once in a while that everyone hates him.

Suddenly, the doors opened and came in Harry and Hermione.

"Goodness, you two, come here. Look at what happened to him." Poppie said, irritated. She pointed at the now Ron Weasely, who was bawling like a child in his bed.

"R-ron?" Hermione mumbled, bewildered.

Ron looked at them and for several seconds, the three of them just stared at each other. Finally, Ron broke eye contact and sulked in one corner.

"Oh hi, Harry, Hermione." Ron said in a small voice.

"H-hi Ron…" Harry said unsurely, giving Hermione a what-happened-to-him look. Hermione just shrugged and sat beside Ron.

"You probably pity me now… No one cares about me… Leave me alone… I'm all alone in this world… I'm such a failure… You're probably all pissed at me… I can't face you guys anymore…" He continued his whining and Hermione fought the strong urge to laugh.

'Nice hex Ginny.'

"W-what happened to the Gryffindor courage, Ron?" Harry said what all he could think of. Hermione was flushed from restraining her laughs.

"I-I'm not supposed to be in Gryffindor… Ginny told me awhile ago… She told me I should have been in Hu-hufflepuff… It's just because I'm a Weasley that I'm in Gryffindor… The sorting hat took pity on me…"

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, alarmed.

"And you know what… Ginny says she hates me… and you two probably hate me too… And Malfoy says he hates me… as well as his fellow spiders…" Ron sobbed, burying his head on a very wet pillow. The scene was very hilarious and it would have been great care and affection for Ron that the two didn't dare laugh.

"Madam Pomfrey…How's he to be cured?" Hermione asked quietly, slightly moving away from Ron.

"I believe… that would be an hour or so… for the meantime, why don't you both just go to the Great Hall and eat breakfast?" Poppie motioned to the door. Harry and Hermione just nodded and looked at Ron pathetically, before they exited the Wing.

None of them was talking. Silence was walking with them as they continued to step down the flight of stairs. And suddenly, Hermione burst out laughing. And Harry came after.

"Man, that was hilarious." Harry laughed, holding his sides.

"You bet that was. Hahaha…" Once they have stopped laughing, they continued walking to the Great Hall, smiling. Harry was holding Hermione's hand, grinning like an idiot, still thinking about Ron's previous behavior. This was just their usual gesture of affection for each other as best friends, nothing more. Though that gesture had made others think that they were actually together.

"You know Harry…" Harry turned to the girl beside him, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

"Ron's turned EMO…" And Harry burst out laughing again, while they entered the noisy Great Hall…

"STFU—" And everyone in the Great Hall became quiet.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy who nearly defeated Lord Voldemort, and Draco Malfoy, the beautiful son of the powerful Lucius Malfoy, the ever so handsome character played by Tom Felton…

"Accidentally." Someone whispers from the crowd.

...kissed!

End of Chapter 1

Well, at least, it's a tad bit longer now. Review and Review! Actually, reviews enlighten my mood... Oh and if you want to suggest anything, then, I'll be happy to entertain and consider it. Tell me what you think of it!

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