"I need your help getting revenge." Draco declared sternly as he approached Ron, who was seated by himself- away from all the other Weasleys.
"Me?" asked Ron, "You want me to help you?"
"Yes! Now will you help or not?!" snapped Draco in return.
"Depends," replied Ron as he crossed his arms, "what did you need help with?"
"Revenge." Draco said icily, his eyes flaring.
"Revenge." Ron more-so stated than asked, "on who?"
"No one important." was Draco's reply, to which Ron raised an eyebrow, "Three horrible, disgusting people a better answer?" retorted the blond.
Ron was about to inquire more, but then suddenly stopped. "Wait," said Ron, a slight smile on his face, "did Harry finally tell you about the Dursleys?"
"Yes." ground out Draco, "Now are you going to help me get revenge or not?"
Ron nodded in response, then smirked, "You know Harry's gonna kill you for this, right?"
"What Harry doesn't know won't hurt him." was Draco's snarky reply.
"Y'know, Malfoy," said Ron with a laugh, "you're not too bad."
Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione were observing their boyfriends interaction from afar. The two weren't close enough to hear the conversation but got the jist of it.
"You finally tell him about the Dursleys?" asked Hermione, watching as her boyfriend willingly got along with Draco Malfoy- something he swore he would never do.
"Yep," was Harry's bored response.
"Y'know with them actually working together for once they might manage to get something done." Hermione said thoughtfully, a slight warning in her tone.
"Oh, I know."
"You gonna stop them?"
"Nope," Harry replied seriously, "if they get themselves thrown in Azkaban for attempting to murder some muggles, that's their problem."