A/N: Well, I hope all of you guys like drama, because here it comes! And I know that you might hate me for not continuing with that scene before, but I feel this story is not ready for the graphic scenes quite yet.

Well that's if you want them, I don't know because no one has said much.

DRAMA, drama drama. . . my personal fav.

AND as I said before, this story is different then my others. It's more laid back, less description, but hopefully just as entertaining.

Chapter Three

End of Flashback

Before the final battle

"You be careful out there." She whispered, a hot tear streaming down her face. She reached up and wiped it away swiftly, hearing Draco sniff in her ear as well. She had never seen him cry, and wondered if he was, his face buried in her shoulder.

"You too Hermione." He replied to her, pulling away and looking her in the face. She saw the water in the bottoms of his own eyes, and knew he was trying to hold back from letting go of a tear.

He forced a smile at her, soothing her instantly, and ran his fingers down her cheek.

"So, see you soon then?" Hermione asked, though the chance of that seemed incredibly distant and unlikely.

He nodded, forcing a smile back, as he leaned forwards and kissed her once more, keeping his eyes open this time, not missing a moment of looking at her beautiful face.

"You can count on it."

"FUCKING HELL!"

Hermione spun around instantly at those words, her heart beating against her feverish heart when she heard them.

She turned and met the blue, cold eyes of Ronald Weasley, and her breath seized in her chest. There he was, standing along side Harry, both scanning over the two lovers in question and disbelief.

Hermione felt as though she was going to vomit. They had walked in on Draco holding her in a tight embrace, and kissing her lips gently. She wondered just how much more they had seen. She gulped, losing her ever so famous Hermione cool.

Draco removed his arms from around her slowly, a devilish smirk plastered to his pale face.

Hermione knew he would enjoy this greatly.

Ron was standing there, wand at the ready. His eyes were flicking back from Draco to Hermione, and back to Draco again, mouth gaping. Then he turned, and his blue orbs locked onto hers. She couldn't bring herself to continue looking at him, and she looked at the ground.

"Mione, what the bloody hell is going on here!?" Ron snarled, his face burning as it turned deep shade of pink. He looked as though he was about to explode. "Is this some kind of a joke!?"

She looked back up into his eyes, never blinking.

"Ron, I-"

"Don't!" Ron snapped, pointing one of his shaking fingers towards her.

Draco stepped forwards, drawing his wand and directing it towards Ron's face. Hermione let out a soft squeal, as Harry and Ron both drew there's as well. Hermione saw the rage in Draco's eyes, and it frightened her. She knew perfectly well what he was capable of.

"Don't you ever speak to her that way again!" Draco said coolly, as though trying to keep from sending curses towards the two.

"Sod off Malfoy!" Harry said sternly. "You're one to talk, you arrogant prat! Look at the way you've been speaking to her for the last eight years!"

"Shut the hell up Potter, before I turn you into something unpleasant!"

Hermione jumped forwards, throwing her arms out in front of the three wands and pushing them down with her hands. Her eyes were watering. She sent a cold glare towards Ron and Harry, her heart racing even faster as she stayed between Draco and her two best friends, crossing her arms.

"YOU'RE SERIOUSLY PROTECTING THIS PRICK!?" Ron hollered, throwing his arms up in the air in fury. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERMIONE!?"

"Ron stop, you're being childish!" She hollered back, stepping towards him. He stepped backwards, as though she was and infectious disease.

"Don't come near me, you filthy little. . ." He trailed off, but she knew what he was about to say.

Slut.

A tear fell down her cheek, and she shook her head at him gently.

"Ronald, you disappoint me." She whispered. "I thought you, being my friend, would understand-"

"What is there to understand Hermione?" Harry asked her, his emerald eyes meeting hers and making her feel weak in remorse. "There isn't much worse you could have done, you're the disappointment in this situation."

Hermione felt a sharp pain stab into her heart. Harry, who was always so kind, had said the worst possible thing in the world.

She could see the utter disproval in his eyes.

He shook his head at her, looking towards the ground.

"Hermione!" Ron was looking towards her as though he could kill her and Draco both. "What the fuck have you done!? Does what happened between us mean absolutely nothing to you!?"

Draco snorted loudly, grinning wickidly.

Ron drew his wand once more, pushing Hermione out of his way as it dug into the Slytherin's chest.

"SHUT UP MALFOY! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU LOUSLY GOOD FOR NOTHING PRAT, I WILL KILL YOU RIGHT WHERE YOU FUCKING STAND!"

"Ron! No!" Hermione called out, trying to lower his arms with hers hands, which were shaking violently.

Draco did not look distressed. He didn't even raise his wand to defend himself. He just stared into Ron's eyes menacingly, a malicious smirk plastered to his gorgeous face. He was so good at getting people even more angry then they already were.

"Go ahead. . . Weasley." He mumbled, crossing his arms and nodding towards the wand rested at his chest. "Let's see you back up these so called threats you spit from your filthy mouth."

He raised his blonde eyebrows, still smirking.

Ron roared at him in rage, digging his wand further into Draco's chest.

Still Draco did not flinch.

Then he laughed a cold and wicked laugh, sending shivers down Hermione's spine.

Oh Draco, please stop.

"Come on Weasley, it's not that hard, we are going to war moments from now anyway, might as well get it over and done with."

Ron continued pointing his wand at Draco's chest, infuriated.

"Shut it, Malfoy."

"You've never killed anyone before, have you Weasley?" Draco continued. "The idea got your knickers in a bit of a twist, doesn't it?"

"SHUT UP MALFOY! SHUT UP!" Ron spat, raising his wand up to Draco's face. Draco didn't even flinch. "And I suppose you have killed someone, you lousy snake!?"

"That's what I am, a lousy snake Weasley, so kill me."

Ron's hand was shaking violently, but still he did not fire a spell.

Draco sighed, raising his hand, and pushing Ron's wand aside.

Once more he snorted in satisfaction.

"That's what I thought."

Then, walking over to Hermione, he wrapped his arm around her waist. She rolled her eyes at this, she knew he was just trying to cause more trouble; he seemed to live for trouble.

"Hermione," Ron said, his voice now softer then before. "You didn't answer my question."

"She doesn't have to answer your bloody question, Weasley, it's none of your fucking business!"

Ron glared towards Draco, pointing his finger once more.

"You keep your mouth shut, Malfoy! It is my business!" He said, tuning back to look into Hermione's eyes. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

She could not bring herself to look at him.

"Ron," She paused, taking a deep breath. "What we had was short, and was well over a year ago-"

"So you have no feelings then?" Ron asked her, his eyes hazy in frustration. "That's it?"

Hermione looked at Harry, who was also staring at her, face littered with utter disappointment.

She nodded softly, still watching Harry.

"HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!"

Ron had lost his wits again, and was once more red in the face and spitting.

"HE'S A FUCKING MALFOY, HERMIONE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR BLOODY MIND!?"

Suddenly, Harry reached over and grabbed Ron by the arm.

"Ron, stop, she's not worth it." He said kindly, trying to calm his friend. "Obviously she's found something better then the friends she's had through the worst of it all. Obviously we just aren't good enough."

Hermione began sobbing softly. For some reason, the sound of those words spoken from Harry's lips just killed her inside.

"Of course you are good enough." She muttered, looking at them both. "Please, you have to understand-"

"Sorry Hermione, we don't'." Harry said to her. "You spend all of your days at Hogwarts, spating back and forth with this. . . IDIOT. . . who made you cry in second year by calling you a mudblood, and now you are snogging him when it's time for us to charge into the battle. The battle that will determine the future of mankind. No, Hermione, I don't understand, I don't understand at all. I'm sorry, but this is just too much."

"Do you boys care nothing for me at all?" Hermione asked them, her eyes flashing back and forth between the two. "Do you care nothing for my happiness? If I am happy what does it matter? Just let me be happy for this one moment."

"WHY HERMIONE!?" Ron repeated, stomping his foot he was so angry. "WHY WAS I NEVER GOOD ENOUGH!? WAS I SO BAD, THAT YOU HAD TO RESORT TO THIS CREATURE YOU CALL A MAN!? WHY COULDN'T I MAKE YOU HAPPY!?"

"RONALD!" She roared back to him, finally snapping.

He paused for a moment, as she collected her composure. She could feel Draco's grip around her tighten, she knew he wanted to fight Ron.

"He's not a creature, he's a human being," She continued, her voice calm. "And, it just so happens that I love him, so let it be!"

Ron went ghostly pale at the sound of those words.

Hermione once more felt as though she was going to vomit.

The red headed boy, who she had befriended eight years ago, for the first time since she had ever known him, was speechless.

He opened his mouth to speak, and yet nothing came out, until those three words did escape, sending haunting chills down her back.

His eyes turned to slits and he said, "I hate you. . . Hermione. I hate you."

And before she could get another word in, he had turned his back one her, and slipped away as fast as he had come.

Hermione looked over to Harry, her sobs louder now.

He just shook his head at her once more, and turned to follow Ron.

She and Draco's long kept secret was anything but a secret now.

A/N: Thanks for reading guys, hope you're not confused with the flashbacks and such. When I wrote Emerald Fire, everyone said they loved the flashbacks, so I'm trying to incorporate them into this story as well. LOVE YOU! R&R –wink-