Little did the pair know that it was Ron lurking around in the hallway. He had forgotten his brother Charlie's gift at home and was getting it when he looked into Hermione's room to say a quick hello. He had, however, found the room devoid of life.
::Where could she be? And where's the prat? Might as well stop by his room and see if he knows where she went:: thought Ron as he hurried down the hall, carrying the brass dragon that he had bought for Charlie.
"Oy, Malfoy. Have you seen-," Ron stopped in mid-sentence. Hermione and Draco had apparently chosen to ignore the noises in the hall and had started to kiss again. Unfortunately for them Ron had just walked in on them, about to go a bit beyond kissing.
"BLOODY HELL!!! 'MIONE!!! Wha-I-how?" were the next words that came from the shocked redhead's mouth. The scene that he beheld was of Hermione and Draco sitting on Draco's bed, Draco's hand undoing the top button of Hermione's shirt.
The next few seconds were a jumble. All three were too busy yelling or making excuses to hear each other. When everyone had calmed down and Ron stood next to the desk, too stunned for words, Draco was the first to speak.
"She was helping me with my homework."
"Yeah, right , Malfoy. Last time I checked the homework didn't involve making out with my best friend."
"We were practicing mouth to mouth resuscitation," was Hermione's excuse.
"You're kidding right? 'Mione, I'm not going to fall for that. You of all people should remember that we're wizards and don't need to do that stuff."
With that the guilty look that had just appeared on the faces of both of the parties involved intensified. They knew that Ron wasn't going to fall for any excuses that they threw at him. They knew that it was better for them to just tell the truth. That didn't, however, mean that they were going to tell him the truth.
"We were...um...acting under the cruciatus curse. Yeah that's it. The cruciatus curse."
"Malfoy. I'm not stupid. You were making out and from the looks of it you were about to do more than that."
It was only then that Draco realized that his hand was still on the buttons of Hermione's shirt. He pulled it away quickly before anyone had a chance to notice. Hermione, sick of the charade, finally gave in to telling the truth.
"Yes, Ron. Draco and I were kissing. Why should it matter to you why we did it though? It's my life and I can bloody well kiss anyone that I please. Besides, what are you doing home anyway?"
"I left Charlie's present here, if you must know. I went to say goodbye, when I found you weren't in your room. I came down here to see if Malfoy knew where you had gone off to. I instead found you two on the verge of doing it."
"Don't exaggerate, Weasley. We weren't on the verge of doing it. We were kissing. Besides, we like each other."
"You have got to be kidding me, 'Mione. You like this prat?" inquired Ron, shock registering in his voice.
"Yes, I do Ron. I have since, well, since the first time he called me a mudblood," said Hermione, rather quietly. She hadn't really felt like revealing that little tidbit of information to anyone. Not even her diary knew that little fact. From the look on his face, Draco had not been expecting to hear that answer at all. Neither had Ron. The normally talkative teenager was in shut down mode. He couldn't ever get out a stammer. He just stood there with his mouth touching the floor. Finally he turned to leave.
"Ron, where are you going?" said Hermione, as she followed after him.
"I have to go back to Mum and Dad's," he said blankly, right before he apparated out of the house.

A/N: Short Chapter, I know. I just wanted to get what was hiding in the hallway out of the way. Sorry I haven't updated in quite a while. Despite how short this chapter was it took the longest amount of time to write. Never fear, however. I am working on my next chapter right now. Anyways, I hope you like it. R.R