CHAPTER SEVEN
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-Hermione-
He didn't really think she was that stupid did he? He expects me to believe that he accidentally paired up Ron with Parkinson…and Zabini? Maybe if it was just one of them, but both? The question was, did he do it simply because he hated Ron or is he up to something? Well one thing's for sure, I'm glad I won't be around Ron when he gets the news. He really needs to work on his temper.
"Hermione?" Draco's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. What could he possibly want? She reluctantly looked him in the eye; it was the polite thing to do. It was a bad idea, he looked so innocently adorable.
"Yes?" It was so hard to keep her voice even; she was annoyed and had to go see Ginny.
"You were going to say something else when you came in, but you changed your mind." It wasn't a question. She felt a warm blush cover her cheeks there was no point in lying; she hated lying and was bad at it anyway.
"So?" Now that certainly wasn't polite, she thought to herself. She was not going to talk about what she originally planned to talk about to him. Not until she knew that Ginny had been herself when she encouraged Hermione to go with Draco.
"Do I get to know what that was?" He asked it so easily, like he didn't care at all if she told him or not, a practiced talent she was sure. It was so hard to say no to that face, so charming and friendly. She had no idea he could be charming.
"No, you do not. I have to go." Hermione wanted to get out of there before he made her change her mind, besides classes came before boys.
By the time she got back, he would be gone for Quidditch practice. She remembered that Slytherin had Friday nights and Gryffindor had Saturday afternoons.
-Ron's POV-
11 a.m. What a horrible time to get up on a weekend. He still had twelve hours to spend before he could go back to sleep…where's Lavender? She's good at helping the time fly. Maybe if he were lucky he'd do his patrols with her, whisk her off and have a little fun on the night shift. First year brats could go a day without the prefects and the older students certainly didn't need him butting in their fun. He knew he wouldn't have any with Hermione because she's Head Girl and has all of her patrols with Malfoy. Deep down he knew it was out of her control but her still liked to blame her for it.
"Morning Ron," Harry came in, muffin in hand. Apparently his friend didn't feel like waking him up for breakfast. Ron ignored that two seconds ago he was complaining about being awake.
"Morning Harry, why didn't you wake me for breakfast?" He grabbed his stomach, which had started growling.
"I tried and you hit me," Harry showed him the already forming bruise on his arm. "But I brought you a chocolate chip muffin."
"Sorry 'bout that." Ron scarped the muffin down in two bites. Hermione and Lavender would be disgusted, but they weren't there. Ron remembered that the patrols would be posted today. Suddenly he was in a great hurry to get dressed. Scanning the list for his name, Ron kept thinking Lavender and someone attractive, Lavender and someone attractive…
Ronald Weasley…Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini
"WHAT?" Several people turned to stare at him but he didn't care. Pug face and Zabini? What the Hell was Hermione thinking? Was she having some fun with her dear ferret boy and thought she'd torture me a little bit while she was at it? No, no, this had Malfoy written all over it. He knew he was letting his anger get the best of him again, but he did nothing to stop it.
-Hermione's POV-
She had to wait until Saturday to talk to Ginny. It was probably preferable considering the boys would be at Quidditch tryouts. It took little convincing to get Ginny to talk to her in private; all she had to do was mention the Head Boy. Ginny had made her own assumptions though, and started talking before Hermione could even open her mouth.
"What happened? What did he say? Did you kiss again?"
"No, Ginny nothing happened…I didn't-" Hermione broke off, not wanting to admit that did not ask Draco anything.
"You chickened out?" Ginny said "Hermione, you know he likes you, he's already kissed you!"
"Well, yes, but…I wasn't sure what made you change your mind so quickly…I thought…" Hermione trailed off, it all seemed stupid to her now. Why would anyone bewitch somebody just so Hermione would tell Draco that she likes him too?
"Hermione, I thought you were the brilliant one! I was mad because it was instinctive, he's a Slytherin, and we're all brainwashed to hate each other. I changed my mind because it was obvious that you felt something. And I remembered what I've seen him doing and came to the conclusion that he actually likes you!" Ginny finished gasping slightly for air.
Hermione weighed her options, trying to figure out a logical way to handle this. She knew that you can't handle emotional things logically, but she had to try. It just didn't make sense, Draco Malfoy had been the source of so many bad things in the past six years, why on earth would he change now? This would be so much easier if he hadn't kissed her. Curse his kissing ability, stupid men!
-Draco's POV-
Even without having looked into his mind for a week, Draco knew that once Weasley saw his patrol schedule; he would come looking for a fight. And knowing tempers like Weasley's, wands wouldn't last long. He wasn't worried, he was sure he could take Weasley in a fight, especially a magical one, for Weasley wasn't the sharpest hunk of cheese. He was only worried that Hermione would get caught in the middle and hurt. The best choice would be to seek Weasley out when Hermione wasn't around.
It didn't take long to find him, he on the Quiddich Pitch warming up with the rest of the Gryffindorks. Deciding it would be best to confront him after his practice, when he was tired; Draco sat down in the bleachers and watched the practice. The Gryffindorks were actually very good, and that annoyed him. Slytherin had to win this year.
As anticipated, when Weasely saw him, his face contorted with anger.
"Malfoy, what the f*ck are you doing here?"
"Language, Weasely, I merely wanted to avoid a big scene when you saw your patrol schedule…we all know you have problems with your little temper." Not quite sure why he was being condescending, Draco stopped. He didn't really want to fight Weasley; he usually threw a few good punches. But something odd was glimmering in Weasely's eyes.
"I was upset at first, but while Parkinson looks like someone smashed her face with a frying pan her body is smoking…I can't wait to…"
He got no further because Draco punched him in the face, no, he was not a fan of Parkinson, but women were not around just for Weasely to toy around with. If he started going after her then that would make this 3 women this asshole was going after.
Sorry guys I know it's short, but I haven't put anything out in a LONG time and figured this was better than nothing! Please feel free to leave criticism and suggestions/requests for future chapters.
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