A/N: Here we go, Ron's POV (for the drabble a day challenge).


Alley

I whistle nonchalantly to distract myself from what I know will be down the alley around the back of The Leaky Cauldron: Malfoy and his latest desperate floozy. If this weren't the shortest route to my home (and the one that conveniently passes a Chinese Takeaway) I'd do anything to get away from him. Putting up with him at Hogwarts was more than enough of seeing his ferret-y face to last me twenty lifetimes.

Through my whistling the sound of a girl sighing creeps into my ear. I stop. I'd know that voice anywhere.

"Hermione?"

The couple in the alley jump apart. She's with Malfoy?! This can't be happening, but it is.

I'm filled with a sudden rage. I grab my wand and hurl the first hex I can think of at Malfoy. How dare he touch Hermione like that!

The blond man collapses to the floor and starts spewing up slugs.

"Draco!" Hermione cries.

"Bloody mature, Weasel," Malfoy spits at me as another slug escapes his ugly mouth… the mouth that was just kissing Hermione's…

I just smirk. This feels good. I hadn't realised until now that I'd needed closure on the second year 'slug backfiring incident'.

I grab Hermione's hand and sneer at Malfoy. "What have you got her under? Amortentia? The Imperius? Merlin knows that you're known to-."

I stop when Hermione slaps me.

"Ron, you don't understand. This isn't some one-night stand. Draco and I are um… together."

"But you're snogging… in an alley…" I scratch my head.

She shrugs. "It was his idea."

"Bloody romantic," I snarl. "I'll leave you to it then."

I can't look at either of them right now. How Hermione prefers to be with Malfoy over me, I'll never know.


A/N: Thanks for all of your suggestions :')

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