I Love You With All Of My Broken Heart.
Chapter Twenty-One.
''I'm in this thing alone…'' – Avril Lavigne
"Of all the things that arsehole could've done!" Ginny yelled.
"What are you talking about?" Blaise asked, very confused.
"Your best friend for starters!"
Blaise blinked. 'Draco hasn't shown up in a depressed or pissed off mood.'
"Who the hell are you talking about, Gin?"
"Ron! My stupid git of a brother!" Ginny's eyes blazed.
Almost fearing for Ron, Blaise was hopefully going to get the chance to warn a fellow member of his gender. He wouldn't want his worst enemy to come in contact with his girlfriend's wrath.
'Oh shit,' Blaise thought. 'She doesn't know about that, does she?'
Flashback:
"This is gonna be great. Just us guys. No women to distract us or keep our balls chained to the ground." Said Draco excitedly.
"Amen to that brother!" Exclaimed Ron. "Hannah has been clinging to me all damn week."
"I know what you mean," said Harry. "I can't get a moment's peace without Luna being around me all the damn time."
"Am I the only one without a girlfriend problem?" Blaise smirked.
"Enjoy it while you can mate. Ginny will be all over you when she knows you done something stupid." Ron warned.
"Yeah, I wouldn't set her loose on anyone without giving them a running start and a cup." Harry added.
"Why would you give someone a cup?" Asked Draco, who shared a confused look with Ron.
"I guess so they don't get thirsty while they're running from Gin." Supplied Blaise.
"No, that isn't why." Harry shook his head. "It's a piece of sports equipment."
He got three confused looks.
"To protect our…" he gestured to their (ahem) merchandise.
"Ohh!" The three chorused, suddenly flinching and placing their hands as if to protect themselves.
Harry nodded. "It's not a pretty sight."
Ron flinched at the memory.
"Damn, she kicks that hard?" Blaise asked, suddenly getting the urge to keep a well placed cushion around for the next time he faced a pissed off Ginny.
"Hell, I'm not even dating Hermione, but I already know she packs a punch." Draco said, holding his cheek. He swore at times he could still feel the sting of her fist.
The group made their way to the Hogs Head for a few rounds of fire whiskey.
Stumbling out into the brisk late fall night, the happy drunken group laughed and spoke very loudly.
Before they knew it, they ended up in muggle London, in a car, joy riding.
Harry, being the driver, sped along the empty streets, yelling and playing very loud muggle music.
Jumping the curb, they sped along the countryside and down a slope.
Someone yelled out. "Abandon ship!" as the car went straight into a lake.
"Oh shit." They all said and ran.
Finding a secluded place, they Apparated to Hogsmeade and walked back to school.
"What happens on these outings will stay between the four of us." Draco said.
"Agreed."
End Flashback.
"Of all the asshole things he could've said to Hannah, he chooses 'No, that doesn't make your ass look big, but it makes your thighs look huge.' Honestly, boys are idiots." Ginny continued her rant, while Blaise breathed a sigh of relief.
"It couldn't have been that bad…" Blaise stopped his train of thought after receiving Ginny's famous glare.
"I, uh, mean what an insensitive, asshole type thing to say." Blaise said quickly.
"Oh, Blaise," Ginny gushed and hugged him. "I'm so glad you're not like him."
Blaise praised Merlin; he got to keep his balls for another day.
Draco sad cuddled up to Hermione. He debated if he should ask her out finally.
"What are you thinking about, Draco?" Hermione asked contently.
"Um, nothing. Just wondering if I had finished my Charms essay."
"You finished that essay yesterday when we were doing homework together, remember?"
"Oh, I did?"
She nodded. "Yeah, you did."
"Hermione will you please be my girlfriend?" He finally blurted out.
'About damn time.' The voice said happily. 'I was starting to think that you would've chickened out.'
'I was, but then I saw how she looked at me. I realized that I needed her.'
'Damn, that was a pansy ass thing to say.' The voice snickered and let him be.
Hermione stared at Draco. 'Oh my gods, I can't believe he finally asked!'
'So are you going to keep staring at the poor boy or are you going to give his nervous ass the answer he's looking for?'
"Yes, Draco. I've waiting all damn year for it." Hermione smiled and softly let her lips graze his.
Ron sat in the Great Hall thinking about what he said to his girlfriend.
'I'm a dumbass.'
"Hey mate." Harry sat down across from a deeply concentrating Ron.
Earning a confused look from Harry, Lavender and Paravti supplied the answer.
"He insulted Hannah." The Gryffindor Gossip Queens chorused.
"What did he say?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.
"He told Hannah that her muggle jeans made her thighs look quote huge end quote." Lavender said, shooting the red head a dirty look.
Harry looked back at his friend's direction. "You poor, dumb bastard." Shaking his head, Harry continued to fix his plate with his favorites.
Ron looked miserably at the spread before him.
"Hannah looks miserable, Ron." Parvati commented.
"You should really apologize to her." Added Lavender.
"But she asked my opinion," Ron whined. "So I gave it."
The Gossip Queens sent twin glares at their housemate. "Ronald Billius Weasley," they began. "You will march right over to the Hufflepuff House table and apologize to your girlfriend."
The other Gryffindor boys stared with their mouths agape and forks in mid-air.
Ron blinked and said. "Is every girl in the whole bloody school on their period?"
A resounding 'THWACK' could be heard through the Great Hall.
"Ow! Fucking hell!" Ron yelled, nearly landing face first into a plate of mashed potatoes.
The Gossip Queens shared a satisfied smile.
Dean, Neville, Seamus and Harry inched away slowly with looks of surprise and shock.
"I'm going." Ron announced and shot the girls a look of defeat.
Gathering his Gryffindor courage he made his way over to his girlfriends table.
A few of her friends shot him a dirty look.
'Bloody Hufflepuffs,' he thought. 'They're supposed to be nice.'
"Hannah," Ron said, touching her shoulder. "A word please?"
"She doesn't want to talk to you." Ernie Macmillan spat.
"Go back to your table." Justin Finch-Fletchty added.
"Guys, it's fine." Hannah told her housemates softly while rising and excusing herself like a lady.
Turning her bright blue eyes to Ron, she followed him out to the hallway, where he launched into a winded apology.
"I am so sorry that I said your thighs look huge, those jeans really flatter your figure. I don't know what came over me."
"Ron," Hannah tried to interrupt.
"No, please let me finish. I really need to say this." His own blue eyes pleaded.
Letting out a small sigh, she agreed.
"Over the last seven years, we've watch each other grow up. And every year, I noticed that you get prettier even if I didn't say so."
She blushed a deep red, she kept silent.
"Hannah," taking her hands gently in his own. "We fit together so perfectly and I've been the Worlds Largest Prat and I'm so sorry." Dropping to one knee, he pulled out a small velvet box from his robe pocket.
Hannah drew a quick surprised gasp.
"I, Ronald Weasley, promise to take care of you and to cherish every moment with you, until you deem necessary to end this promise."
Opening the box and showing to her a gold band with a small ruby.
"Oh, Ron," Hannah struggled to hold back a few tears. "It's beautiful. I accept your promise."
"You've made me so happy." Ron said quietly and kissed her.
"It's a girl thing." Luna told Harry when he stopped by the Ravenclaw common room.
"Do you need anything?" Harry asked concerned.
"No, I just don't want to spend time with you right now." She told him in her usual manner. "Please just leave, Harry."
Feeling a bit put out, Harry left the portrait.
'What did I do wrong?' Harry wondered.
Draco watched Hermione sleep that evening.
'I can't believe how lucky I am.'
'Good for you.' The Voice snickered.
'Fuck off damn it, I'm happy.'
'Touchy, I can see someone didn't get any last night.'
Draco paled a bit and his breathing staggered. 'Fuck off NOW!' He mentally yelled.
'You know that doesn't work. You'd think you would know this by now since I never leave when you want me too.' The Voice told him calmly.
Draco sighed, he knew it too.
'Now that you have your damsel, we need to discuss a few things.'
Draco was taken back by his sudden change of tone. 'What sort of business?'
'The business of you finding out my identity of course.'
Thinking about this for a moment, he replied. 'No, I don't care who you are. Besides, you came to me, not the other way around.'
Satisfied with his answer, he cleared his mind and continued to watch his Angel sleep.
Author's Note: So I finally finished this chapter and broke down my writer's block a bit. I'm going to start the next chapter and pray to every god out there that I finish in a reasonable time.
Disclaimer: You already know that I don't own Harry Potter or the title, or even the song lyric at the beginning.