Ronald Weasley was sick of Hermione blowing him off, didn't she realise that they were perfect together? They'd grown up together, fought in a war together, they'd shared a passionate kiss during the final battle. His heart fluttered whenever she was near, he loved her he was certain of it, he'd loved her for years, loved her since their third year he was certain of it. She'd wanted to return to Hogwarts once it had been rebuilt and he'd followed her hoping that within the walls of the castle they could explore the new dynamic of their relationship. Months had gone by and every advancement he made on her, sweeping he a wayward curl behind her ear, attempting to hold her hand, wrapping her securely in his arms, every single one of them she ignored, found a way to distract him, stop him. Why didn't she want to spend her time with him the way he did with her, she'd been disappearing more and more as the months went on.
Ron was determined to get to the bottom of this, he had a plan. He'd waited until the final quidditch match of the year; it was Gryffindor vs Slytherin, and he knew in his bones that they'd win the Quidditch cup. Even without Harry who had chosen to become an Auror rather than return to school, there was no way they'd lose. Ginny was an amazing Seeker after all, and the rest of the team were just as strong. They'd played fantastically, he'd prevented Slytherin from scoring, the chasers had worked in tandem flying across the pitch wracking up the points for Gryffindor, the Beaters had taken out two Slytherin players, and Ginny had caught the snitch. It was a perfect game and Ron had been ecstatic.
The Gryffindor's had come running down from the stands cheering wildly at their victory, Ron only had eyes for one of them though. Using his hight to his advantage he pushed his way through the crowed towards Hermione. She was flushed, her hair looked wild, in her hands she gripped a flask of hot chocolate that Ron had spiked at breakfast that very morning.
"Congratulations," she smiled up at him sweetly, Ron didn't think she had ever been as beautiful as she was in that moment. He was ecstatic at their victory, so ecstatic that he pulled his friend into his arms and crashed his lips onto hers in an enthusiastic kiss. Hermione pushed against him with enough force that he stumbled backwards a few steps, and then her hand was flying at his face slapping his cheek so hard his head turned to the side, the sound of slapping flesh reverting through the stadium as all eyes turned to them, an uncomfortable silence surrounding them.
"What the fuck was that for," he asked furiously, he could feel his face heating with embarrassment as everyone stared at them.
"You kissed me," she accused just as angrily.
"You're my girlfriend," he shouted at her.
"I am not your girlfriend," she spat at him.
"We kissed in the final battle, I came back to school to give our relationship a chance," he told her,
"You kissed me Ronald, I never asked you to follow me to school and we are not in a relationship," she told him, her hands waving about in expression.
"Why won't you give us a chance," he asked her, he could see a dazed look coming into her eye's, the effect of the modified truth potion he had slipped into her flask that morning.
"I don't love you," her voice was level, calm, avoid of any emotion.
"If you gave me a chance you would grow to love me, the way I love you, why won't you give me a chance Hermione," he asked her quietly.
"I won't grow to love you, I'm already in love," she replied in the same emotionless voice, her eyes glazed. Ron felt his heart break at her words.
"Who," he choked, his eyes watering.
"Draco," she told him, her voice was still emotionless, but an affectionate smile lit her face when she said the name.
"Malfoy," he asked, feeling betrayed, shocked.
"Yes," she told him.
"What, how, when," he stammered unable to form a complete question.
"That's none of your concern Weasley," Malfoy drawled, the blonde prick stepping in front of Hermione.
"The hell it's got nothing to do with me, you must have brainwashed her, drugged her," he accused angrily.
"It seems to me the only person who has drugged her is the person that's dosed her with a truth potion," Malfoy spoke calmly, Ron felt himself flush guiltily and Malfoy smirked.
"Ron, you didn't," Ginny's voice was full of outrage.
"Hermione what has Malfoy done to you, why are you in a relationship with him," He asked, ignoring his sister entirely, though he couldn't see Hermione through Malfoy's body, he could hear her.
"He hasn't done anything that I didn't want him to do, he loves me, completes me, he encourages me to become better, to work towards my goals. He's the love of my life, loves me with his whole body, his soul, his mind, his heart, his cock. Best sex I've ever had, the things his tongue is capable of," Hermione's voice had taken on a dreamy quality that remined Ron of Luna, he felt sick.
"Thank you for that love, but perhaps we shouldn't discuss that in front of everyone," Malfoy spoke, wrapping an arm around Hermione. The student and staff of Hogwarts looked on in shock. Ron couldn't blame them, he felt shocked too, he also felt horror, surly this was a nightmare.
"Draco," she asked dazed a silly smile upon her face.
"Let's find you an antidote love," the blonde wizard spoke quietly, to Ron's ears he sounded bemused.
"What for," she asked in the same floaty tone.
"You've been drugged love," the blonde told her as he led her towards the exit of the stadium. Whatever Hermione said, Ron didn't hear, but he could see that Malfoy laughed in response before leaning down to kiss her. Ron's heart clenched, how had this happened. He'd been so certain that they'd win the match, that he'd get the girl and instead he'd watched her walk into the distance in the arms of his childhood nemesis. Could life get any worse.
"Detention Mister Weasley," Professor McGonagall's thick Scottish brogue called, Ron's shoulders slumped, apparently life could get worse.