Oh me, oh my:( I read over the last chapter and caught so many mistakes:( so sorry about that. I was a bit out of it when I wrote it. Which reminds me - if you guys catch any huge errors, go ahead and let me know(: I'll be glad to fix them.
Okay, let's see here, big thanks to everyone who viewed the story thus far(: even bigger thanks to those who liked it(: Ahaahha.
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And onwards with chapter 3! But first....
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am not J.K. Rowling and therefore do not own Harry Potter. c(:
"Where in the bloody hell have you been?" Ron questioned, mouth stuffed with food, as Hermione took a seat across from him. She had disappeared from appearances since they had last talked shortly after lunch and things weren't so smooth then either.
Hermione raised an eyebrow in confusion, "It's not very nice to speak with your mouth full, Ronald. And besides, since when is it required for me to report to you my location every hour of the day?"
Harry looked up from his dinner and decided to speak up, not wanting them to fight over something so stupid and ruin a perfectly fine dinner. "He was just worried, that's all, Hermione. No need to get fired up 'bout it," he said, realizing he'd been acting as a peacemaker between them more often during the past few days.
"Yea, mate, no need to get fired up!" Ron echoed, not very maturely in Hermione's eyes.
She couldn't take it anymore. That was the last straw. "What is your problem, Ronald? You've been shooting me with questions about my past relationships, you've been questioning my whereabouts twenty-four-seven, and now you feel it necessary to echo something I just heard, not less than two seconds ago? Do you think I'm deaf or something? Stupid perhaps? Maybe that I can't care for myself? Well, for your information Ronald Weasley, I am more than capable to care for myself. But you on the other hand, I think we should all be worried about!" Her eyes were narrowed, her breaths shallow with frustration.
On the other side of the table, Ron was caught off guard and frozen in mid-bite. Color was rising to his face, rather quickly at that. Gryffindors sitting near them had stopped eating to see what was going on. "But 'Mione, I didn't mean no harm. Just looking out for you is all," he said in a quiet, almost inaudible voice.
"Hermione, was that really necessary? I don't think you had to blow up on him like that," Harry said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Hermione's eyes widened, "So you're going to take his side? Harry, you are certainly not helping. Ughh! You two are the most frustrating twits I have ever had to deal with," she said, angered, as she stood and stormed from the table.
Harry and Ron shared a bewildered look. "Maybe it's that time of month," Ron muttered to him, trying to lighten the tension that had built up, gulping down a large mouthful of pumpkin juice. Harry shook his head and held it in his hands. "Oy, do you think we should go after her?" Ron asked putting his goblet down.
"I think it'd be best to just let her cool off. Besides, I think stress is just really getting to us these days," Harry said with a small shrug, his eyes automatically glanced in Dumbledore's direction.
Draco looked up at the commotion going on at the Gryffindor table and found the Golden Trio at the heart of it. What a surprise. He curiously watched as Hermione stormed off in her frustration and he couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. He looked around him; it didn't seem like any other Slytherins had taken notice. "I'll be back, alright?" he said, after a quick elbow nudge to Blaise who was trying to chat up the girl next to him. Sadly, it didn't look like it was working.
He calmly strolled out of the Great Hall without notice, thanks to the flurry of conversations the Golden Trio had struck up with their drama. Just past the doorway, he saw a small figure retreating towards the outdoor grounds. His curiosity took the better of him. Making sure to stay several paces behind, he sneakily followed the figure. With closer inspection, he realized it was Granger headed out towards the Great Lake.
He watched from a close distance as she took a seat at the roots of the large oak tree by the lake and argued with himself about whether or not to go and talk to her. What would he say if he did go up to her anyways? Another word war wouldn't hurt, maybe it would make his day. He took a step forward and heard a sob. She was...crying.
Would Draco Malfoy really take advantage of Hermione Granger when she was most vulnerable?
A/N: Cliffhanger, I know(: But anyways, Happy Father's Day to all the dad's out there!
Sorry this was such a short chapter(though not as short as the first one), I just wanted to get something in due to the fact that I'll be gone for a whole two weeks for vacation(: so I don't know if I'll have Internet access to update.
But anyways, thanks for reading(: Hope you enjoyed, because I always enjoy writing(:
By the way, this is set in their sixth year. Though, I'm not really going with the book, sorry to disappoint some of you. But hey, that's fan fiction, right?(:
And I promise we'll reach some 'Dramione' action soon(;
