A/N: I own none of these characters. J.K. Rowling however, does.
"Could you ease up a little, Ron? I'm getting squished against this pillar." Hermione whispered into Ron's ear, subtly pushing against his shoulders.
"Oh yeah, sorry." Ron replied. He stepped a tiny bit back, and Hermione was able to breathe once more.
"Thanks." And with that, they went back to the task at hand.
Hermione was enjoying herself. Ron's arms, which had grown more muscular over the past few months from Quidditch practice, were wrapped tightly around her. She was enjoying the feeling of tangling his hair in her fingers, and the feel of his lips moving in synchronization against hers.
They were in one of the more private corridors in the castle, as this would hardly be appropriate for the common room. A large tapestry partially blocked their little alcove from the main hallway, so Hermione could almost feel that they were alone together.
Ron's arms loosened suddenly, and he drew back to look at Hermione's face.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I thought I heard something." He whispered back.
Hermione strained her ears, but couldn't hear anything beyond Ron's heavy breathing. "I don't hear anything."
"Really? Cause it sounded like footsteps." He countered.
"Ron, if I said I didn't hear anything, then I didn't hear anything."
"Are you positive? Because maybe your hearing isn't as good as it used to be."
Now she was getting annoyed. She dropped her arms and untangled herself from Ron. "Excuse me, Ronald, but I hear just fine. Maybe you're hallucinating."
"I'm not seeing anyone. Just hearing their footsteps."
"One can have auditory hallucinations, you know." Hermione huffed. "And who cares if there is someone coming anyway? They can't see us."
"Alright then." Ron agreed, and opened his arms, inviting Hermione back into them.
"I'm sorry." Hermione began. "But the mood has passed." And with that, she ripped back the tapestry and marched off towards Gryffindor Tower, leaving a fuming Ron in her wake.
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Draco didn't know what the scene that he had chanced upon was like before his "visit", but he couldn't deny that he was pleased with the outcome. Watching Hermione storm off down the hallway bode well for him. If she was fighting with the Weasel, clearly things weren't going as smoothly as he had thought.
He now saw Ron leave the tiny alcove that they had just occupied, and Draco stepped into the hallway. Ron froze.
"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?" He asked.
"Just wondered what happened to make the little missus stomp off in such a huff." Draco replied.
"None of your damn business."
"Ooh, touchy are we?" Draco mocked. "Is it safe to say that there's trouble in paradise?"
"Like I said, Malfoy, it's none of your damn business. So go back to your own common room and your pug-faced girlfriend Pansy."
Draco smirked. "Pansy is not my girlfriend. In truth, she never was."
Ron blinked at him incredulously. "I'm sorry, but do you actually think that I care about your love life?" Ron asked.
Draco inwardly cringed. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. He quickly recovered enough to say "I just know that you've had your eye on Pansy for years now, so I'm giving you the all-clear. Move in at your own risk."
And with that said, Malfoy pivoted and walked off while once again Ron was left fuming.