A/N: No cliffhangers today, m'dears!
PS Glace de Slytherin, this chapter's for you. Hope you like it.
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Part Seventeen
Harry looked up and saw Hermione standing there with her mouth open and Ron sprawled on the ground unconscious beside her. "Bloody hell," muttered Draco.
They were able to restore Ron to consciousness quickly. He scrambled to his feet." You-"he said, pointing to Harry. "And HIM?" he shrieked, pointing to Draco.
"Very good, Weasley. Figured that one out all by yourself, did you?" Draco retorted.
"Ron, please-" Harry began.
"But, Harry- Malfoy?"
"I know!" Harry sighed.
"Malfoy?" Ron repeated.
"For Christ's sake! You sound like Neville!" cried Harry.
"Neville?!! Neville knew about this?" yelled Ron.
"Well," Harry did wake him up," Draco said.
"It's your fault. If you hadn't-"
"Boys, you're on the verge of giving away too much information," Hermione interrupted. She rubbed her temples as if she had a major headache.
"Maybe you should go," Harry said to Draco.
"This could get messy. Want me to put a memory charm on him?" Draco asked.
"You're not putting a memory charm on my best friend," Harry stated firmly.
"How could you kiss that awful monster?" Ron cried. Hermione didn't say anything. She just avoided looking at them altogether.
"He's no more a monster than you are," insisted Harry.
"I take offense to being compared to Weasley in any way, shape, or form," Draco said.
"Shut up, ferret boy," Ron quipped. Draco looked daggers at him.
"I'm with Ron on this one. Malfoy?" Hermione said at last.
"Why does everyone say that? Yes, Malfoy! No 'but, Harrys' or 'honestly, Harrys' or any of that sort of thing!" Harry cried tearing at his hair.
"But he doesn't have any redeeming qualities at all," Hermione said.
"That's not true," Harry objected.
"Now you're defending him! That's almost as bad as when you were kissing him!" Ron moaned.
"We've done a considerable bit more than that," Draco remarked. Hermione gasped. Ron turned deathly pale.
"Don't tell me you-"
"Fine. I won't," Harry snapped irritably, cutting off Ron mid-sentence.
"Harry, why?" Hermione questioned.
"I don't know! Why does anybody love anybody? Why do you love Ron?"
"Are you saying you love Malfoy?" Hermione asked softly. Harry looked defeated.
"Yes," he sighed. "I love Draco."
"That's it! I'm going to kill you, you traitorous bastard!" Ron shouted, leaping at Harry.
"Ron!" cried Hermione, throwing her arms around his waist to restrain him. Draco surveyed the scene torn between disgust and amusement until Ron clipped Harry in the jaw.
"Hey!" he shouted. They all stopped and looked at him. He pointed his wand at Ron. "You will sit down and we will talk about this like civil human beings, or I swear I'll hex you so fast, it'll make your head spin." Ron glared at Harry. "And trust me, it'll make burping up slugs seem like a picnic," Draco added. Ron cast him a baleful glance and sat down slowly.
"How could you? After all the shit he's put us through? For years he's been tormenting us! How could you just forget all of that?" Ron demanded.
"It's different now," insisted Harry.
"Different how? Before he would have turned you in to You-Know-Who at the drop of a hat and now he'll wait a drop and a half?" Ron said bitterly.
"I just can't explain it."
"Harry, fucking him hardly changes anything," Hermione said coldly. *Oh, fuck! Granger just cursed. I'm in trouble,* Draco thought.
"Look, Granger, I would no more hurt Harry than you would. I may have hated him, but I never wanted him dead," he replied. Hermione glared at him.
"I don't like you. In fact, it could be said that I hate you. Don't you dare compare yourself to me! You don't know anything about me!"
"And what do you know about me?" Draco demanded. Their eyes met and for the longest time they were caught in a venomous stare.
"Fine! Do what you want. I can't stop you. I still despise you, however, and if you hurt Harry, I will skin you and use you as a particularly horrifying Halloween costume," Hermione said, with a hard edge to her voice Harry had never heard before.
"Thanks for the mental picture, Granger."
"Anytime," she said with a cold smile.
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^.^What do you think? What should happen next? I'll see if I can get the next part up by Wednesday.
Luv ya!
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PS Glace de Slytherin, this chapter's for you. Hope you like it.
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Part Seventeen
Harry looked up and saw Hermione standing there with her mouth open and Ron sprawled on the ground unconscious beside her. "Bloody hell," muttered Draco.
They were able to restore Ron to consciousness quickly. He scrambled to his feet." You-"he said, pointing to Harry. "And HIM?" he shrieked, pointing to Draco.
"Very good, Weasley. Figured that one out all by yourself, did you?" Draco retorted.
"Ron, please-" Harry began.
"But, Harry- Malfoy?"
"I know!" Harry sighed.
"Malfoy?" Ron repeated.
"For Christ's sake! You sound like Neville!" cried Harry.
"Neville?!! Neville knew about this?" yelled Ron.
"Well," Harry did wake him up," Draco said.
"It's your fault. If you hadn't-"
"Boys, you're on the verge of giving away too much information," Hermione interrupted. She rubbed her temples as if she had a major headache.
"Maybe you should go," Harry said to Draco.
"This could get messy. Want me to put a memory charm on him?" Draco asked.
"You're not putting a memory charm on my best friend," Harry stated firmly.
"How could you kiss that awful monster?" Ron cried. Hermione didn't say anything. She just avoided looking at them altogether.
"He's no more a monster than you are," insisted Harry.
"I take offense to being compared to Weasley in any way, shape, or form," Draco said.
"Shut up, ferret boy," Ron quipped. Draco looked daggers at him.
"I'm with Ron on this one. Malfoy?" Hermione said at last.
"Why does everyone say that? Yes, Malfoy! No 'but, Harrys' or 'honestly, Harrys' or any of that sort of thing!" Harry cried tearing at his hair.
"But he doesn't have any redeeming qualities at all," Hermione said.
"That's not true," Harry objected.
"Now you're defending him! That's almost as bad as when you were kissing him!" Ron moaned.
"We've done a considerable bit more than that," Draco remarked. Hermione gasped. Ron turned deathly pale.
"Don't tell me you-"
"Fine. I won't," Harry snapped irritably, cutting off Ron mid-sentence.
"Harry, why?" Hermione questioned.
"I don't know! Why does anybody love anybody? Why do you love Ron?"
"Are you saying you love Malfoy?" Hermione asked softly. Harry looked defeated.
"Yes," he sighed. "I love Draco."
"That's it! I'm going to kill you, you traitorous bastard!" Ron shouted, leaping at Harry.
"Ron!" cried Hermione, throwing her arms around his waist to restrain him. Draco surveyed the scene torn between disgust and amusement until Ron clipped Harry in the jaw.
"Hey!" he shouted. They all stopped and looked at him. He pointed his wand at Ron. "You will sit down and we will talk about this like civil human beings, or I swear I'll hex you so fast, it'll make your head spin." Ron glared at Harry. "And trust me, it'll make burping up slugs seem like a picnic," Draco added. Ron cast him a baleful glance and sat down slowly.
"How could you? After all the shit he's put us through? For years he's been tormenting us! How could you just forget all of that?" Ron demanded.
"It's different now," insisted Harry.
"Different how? Before he would have turned you in to You-Know-Who at the drop of a hat and now he'll wait a drop and a half?" Ron said bitterly.
"I just can't explain it."
"Harry, fucking him hardly changes anything," Hermione said coldly. *Oh, fuck! Granger just cursed. I'm in trouble,* Draco thought.
"Look, Granger, I would no more hurt Harry than you would. I may have hated him, but I never wanted him dead," he replied. Hermione glared at him.
"I don't like you. In fact, it could be said that I hate you. Don't you dare compare yourself to me! You don't know anything about me!"
"And what do you know about me?" Draco demanded. Their eyes met and for the longest time they were caught in a venomous stare.
"Fine! Do what you want. I can't stop you. I still despise you, however, and if you hurt Harry, I will skin you and use you as a particularly horrifying Halloween costume," Hermione said, with a hard edge to her voice Harry had never heard before.
"Thanks for the mental picture, Granger."
"Anytime," she said with a cold smile.
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^.^What do you think? What should happen next? I'll see if I can get the next part up by Wednesday.
Luv ya!
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