Ron entered the common room and threw himself onto the couch in the corner. He hated Malfoy. She thought she could change him, but it was she who ended up differently. Their friendship was up in flames and there was a huge chance that she would never forgive him. But he had to make it right. He knew that she was getting wasted as he sat and thought, so he decided that he was going to get her. He would rip her out of Malfoy's arms if he had to. Either way, she was coming with him whether she wanted to or not. Very confident, he ran out of the common room and down to the Great Hall. He slithered in inconspicuously and saw her drinking with him. She added a little more of whatever was in the flask into her cup. Then, she dragged him out onto the dance floor where they began to dance. She stopped once because she was dizzy. Ron thought that this was his cue, so he pushed past people and grabbed her arm.
" Come on. You're coming with me." Ron said. She ripped her arm out of his grasp and put them around Malfoy's neck, giving him a nasty glare.
" What if I don't want to?" she said. Her voice was very slurred. So much that he barely understood her.
" Too bad." He said, and grabbed her arm once again. She let go of Malfoy and began hitting Ron's arm, trying to get him to let go. Malfoy came up and put his hand on Ron's chest.
" It's her choice whether she wants to stay. Let her go." He said.
" Why? So you can intoxicate her more and take advantage of her. I don't think so." He replied and started pushing forward. Malfoy grasped his jacket and pushed him back a little.
" Let go of me." Ron calmly said, rage building up inside.
" Let go of her."
" Let go of me now."
" Not until you let her go."
" I'm warning you, Malfoy."
" Let her go, Ron."
" Last chance."
" Let her go." Malfoy said. Ron did let go of Hermione, only to punch Malfoy. He hit him square in the mouth and he toppled onto the floor. He saw his own blood and passed out.
" Oh, Draco!" Hermione shouted, trying to make her way to him. Ron picked her up by her waist and threw her over his shoulder. She pounded on his back, screaming and scratching, but he didn't relent.
" It's for your own good, Hermione." He said and carried her all the way to the common room. By the time that they were inside, Hermione had fallen asleep because of all the energy she had exerted to have him let her go. He laid her gently on the couch and covered her with the blanket that hung on the back. Her hair was all over her face so he took his hand and carefully brushed it aside. He took off the jacket of his dress robes, his shoes, tie, and unbuttoned the top button before sitting down at the end of the couch where Hermione's feet were. He watched her steady breathing for a couple minutes before drifting off.
He woke up very early the next morning and found Hermione gone. He suddenly became worried and began to throw on his clothes until she appeared at the edge of the girl's dormitory stairs, dressed in pajama pants, a tank, and a robe.
" No need to fuss. Just went to change." She said. She climbed underneath the blanket without taking off her robe.
" My head hurts and I feel like taking my eyes and putting them in cold glasses of water." She whispered.
" That's a hangover. You were wasted last night." He replied, smirking a little and taking of the rest of his clothes until he was in boxers and an undershirt.
" That's the repercussions of drinking, huh?"
" Yep."
" I'm sorry, Ron. I've been acting really stupid."
" No kidding."
" I'm being serious."
" I know. Continue."
" I just was having fun. Draco is fun and I trust him." She said. He laughed, but not a good laugh. A laugh that implicated that it was the only other alternative besides yelling or crying.
" What?"
" That's not how you have fun. And you shouldn't trust him."
" Why?"
" Because, Hermione, you got drunk under his watch! Who knows what could happen."
" Can't you just accept that we're friends?"
" No. I'm tired of being your babysitter. Take care of yourself the next time you get drunk and he won't help you. I'm not going to do a goddamn thing." He said and took his clothes upstairs. He flopped on his bed and fell asleep very quickly.
Ron woke up a couple hours later. He got dressed in flannel pajama pants and a shirt and headed downstairs. He looked in the corner and found Hermione fast asleep. As quietly as he could, he slipped out and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
" Hey." Harry said as Ron sat by him.
" What's up?" Ron asked, pouring himself some cereal.
" Well, the fact that you punched Draco Malfoy and carried Hermione out of the Hall by her waist traveled fast. It's been talked about since early.
" Great." Ron sarcastically said. He heard a throat cleared from behind him and turned to see Professor Snape.
" For punching someone in my house, you will serve detention with Granger and Malfoy for three weeks, Weasley. Five o' clock, tonight. Don't be late." He said and stalked back to the teacher's tables.
" Great." Ron said again, pushing his bowl away. He waved bye to Harry and walked out of the Hall. On his way back to the common room, he bumped into Malfoy, who pulled him aside for a chat. His lip was split and he had a shiner. Ron laughed at him.
" Why did you pull Hermione away? She was having fun." Malfoy asked.
" Oh, yeah. A lot of fun that she had getting drunk. Most fun ever!" Ron said.
" I'm will fight you for her."
" I have a girlfriend thanks. I did it because she's my friend."
" So, you wouldn't mind if I went out with her?"
" Oh, with every fiber of my being I mind. But that's her decision. I just want you to know that if you ever hurt her--" Ron said.
" You'll kick my ass. Got it." Malfoy said. Ron stepped away from the wall and put his hand on Malfoy's back.
" No. I'll kill you."
AN: Thanks so much for the reviews you guys! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. So, I still would like to know who you think I should have Hermione pick. Sorry this chapter took a little longer. Including this story, I've been writing three of stories so yeah. Hope you enjoyed it! Please REVIEW!
