DMM CH.12
Hermione stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind the two, turning around to see Ron begin pacing back and forth in the hallway, mumbling to himself in a very frustrated tone. She let the pacing continue for about 5 minutes before getting annoyed. Finally stopping the pacing, Hermione said, "Ron, do you not remember the conversation between you, Harry, and me yesterday? That toddler is not mine, it's_"
Ron cut her off. "Yah. I know it's Malfoy, but he and the headmaster are the reason I wanted to talk to you."
Hermione looked up at his face, question in her now narrowing eyes. Her lips pursed slightly while one eyebrow went up and her hand came to her hips.
Ron saw the familiar actions and normally would have gulped in response, but at the moment, his frustration was keeping him from doing so and just began ranting. "After last night, I went to Dumbledore to see if he knew anything or could do anything about the situation, but he wasn't there. So, I had to wait until this morning. I asked him if he could get the kit (A/n: it's a baby ferret) and he said that there was nothing more to do! I mean, he thinks there is nothing wrong with this! A Gryffindor and a Slytherin in the same room is one thing, but a Gryffindor, one of my best friends no less, TAKING CARE OF THE MOST HATED SLYTHERIN, THE ENEMY!!! I THINK HE'S GONE MAD!"
Hermione stood agape during Ron's little speech, completely stunned by her friend's actions to get rid of Draco. After silently fuming for a few seconds, she turned away from him, stopping him in mid. rant, and cast a silencing spell around the area, knowing that this argument was about to become a full blown battle of yelling and shouting. "Ronald Billius Weasley! Do you mean to tell me that you went to see the headmaster about the arrangement, AFTER I specifically said I could handle it, AND with the fact the it was Dumbledore who set up the arrangement in the first place!?!" Her brown eyes sparked with the fire of determination and knowingness (A/n: is this a word???).
Ron stopped pacing when his full name was spoken, but he was turned away from her. His face began to burn a flaming shade of red, much worse than his hair. He turned around to face her, walked right in front of her, again, with his eyes swirling more than before. "YES I MEAN TO TELL YOU THIS! I DO NOT WANT YOU TAKING CARE OF, OR EVEN SPEAKING TO, THE ENEMY! THEY ARE NOTHING BUT LOW LIFE, EVIL, SNAKES!!!" His voice was rising in volume with each new syllable said, and his nostrils flared in an angry fashion.
"HE IS ONLY A TODDLER, AND AT THE MOMENT, HE IS NOT CONSIDERED AN ENEMY! I CAN HANDLE TAKING CARE OF DRACO AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO, NO MATTER WHAT YOU WANT!!! DUMBLEDORE PUT HIM IN MY CARE FOR A REASON, SO IT MUST BE A GOOD ONE! DO YOU NOT THINK THAT I CAN PUT UP WITH DRACO FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON, OR ARE YOU JUST MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS BECAUSE OF THIS STUPID HOUSE RIVALRY?!" Hermione was shouting at him as if he were hundreds of feet away, instead of the few inches between the two. Her cheeks were flushed and her hands had balled into fists within the first few seconds of the conversation. Did he think that she was not able to take care of a small child and herself?
Ron stormed away from her, just a few feet, so not enough to get out of the silencing charm placement. He leaned on the wall across from her and began shouting again. "THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE RIVALRY, THOUGH NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, THAT IS SOMETHING ELSE THAT CAN BE ADDED TO IT! THE REASON IS THAT HE IS THE SAME GIT THAT HE HAS BEEN FOR 6 YEARS! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE GETS OLDER?! YOU GOING TO STILL TREAT HIM LIKE YOUR KID OR SOME BRAT THAT NEEDS TO BE LOOKED AFTER?! DAMN, I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THAN TO PLAY THIS STUPID GAME!"
The moment those words left his mouth, he regretted them. No one insulted Hermione's intelligents and survived the aftermath.
Hermione's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Did he just say what she thought he said? "What…Did…You…Just…Say!?!" She said, pausing in between each word. This time, she heard a very audible gulp come from him, and then he backed up into the wall. "I thought so!" She said.
With one little spell and a few seconds time, Hermione had stuck Ron to the ceiling with a silencing spell placed on him. He was trying to move with all his might, but it was no use. Hermione smirked up at him, took off the area silencer, walked back into the infirmary with her head high, and sat down to wait for the check up to finish.
Back in the hallway, Ginny had been searching all over for Hermione, wondering if the rumors of her taking care of an infant Malfoy were true. She had gotten word of her being seen going to the infirmary from one of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team members and headed there in a flash. Upon coming to the infirmary, she saw her older brother stuck to the ceiling, apparently with a silencing spell on him.
She took one look at him and said, "I am going to guess that you said something to Hermione to get yourself stuck up there, right?"
He nodded and mouthed for her to get him down.
Ginny, knowing Hermione the way she did, knew there had to be a good reason for her brother's loss of gravity, and just shrugged and walked into the infirmary.
NEUC
