It's longer than the rest, but it's quite the same. As always, Alex, hit me with the truth! Here it goes.
"Malfoy!" The last name was spat like a curse. The blond turned around and there was that oaf that hung around Granger like his life depended on it.
"Weasel, can you not stand so close to me, your idiocy might be contagious."
The red head glared at the blond, he would love to hex him, but Ron had important matters to take care of.
"Bloody ferret," he mumbled. "Hermione sent me to see if you were done with the book you were using for Potions. She needs it."
Draco sneered at Ron. "What are you, Granger's minion? Oh, who am I kidding? They always HAVE said you were in love with the insufferable Know-It-All."
Ron whipped out his wand, ready for anything. "At least Hermione is my friend. The one with mindless minions is you, Malfoy!"
Draco rolled his eyes, and on the blond, the action didn't look anything but self assured and arrogant. But Ron didn't stop there.
"Oh, Malfoy, don't think I don't see you." Ron taunted the blond, who's eyes were suddenly cold and guarded. "You poor sod. Hermione will never go for you. You're the evil git who has made her life hell and humiliated her beyond belief."
Now it was Ron who was smirking rather smugly and cruelly. "But pine away for her, let's see where it will take you. Hopefully you get SOME courage and tell her your feelings so that she can crush you and make you feel just like you've made her feel for the past seven years."
The blond was speechless, never having thought the most unobservant person would spot his feelings for the bushy-haired Gryffindor. "Didn't think I was on to you, did you, Malfoy? But, oh! Hermione is like a hurricane and you... you're just one of her many victims."
"Have fun on your assignment." Ron said over his shoulder, relishing the feeling of leaving a Malfoy speechless.
And so that's how Ron Weasley left the library, for once grateful that he listened to Hermione.
"The poor sod; she'll never return his feelings." Ron thought with sardonic humor.
