Rifted

"Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron!" Hermione snickered.

"Aye! I didn't do anything of the sort!"

"Yes you did! You cheated off my essay, didn't you?"

"Paraphrased." Ron muttered. Hermione looked up, and Ron laughed. "Joke!"

Harry looked up from his own essay and truly wished the two would stop. "He didn't do it." Harry breathed.

Hermione smiled and hugged Ron. "Thanks for telling the truth."

The whole time Hermione was praising Ron, (which Harry was glad for. Everyone always overshadowed Ron.) It was oblivious that it was a bit bothering Harry. He's so smug with her. I wonder what Ginny's doing, I mean, I'm sitting here, jealous, yes! Jealous of my two best friends, and Ginny's probably crying. I feel terrible. Ron's so lucky. Wait. Did I just say that? Oi… he'll kill me. I can hear it now 'You think I'm lucky because I've got five brothers and a sister, and I'm poor as dirt but I've got a girlfriend? You can have every bloody girl in this school. Damn it.'

"What's a matter, Harry?" Hermione turned away from Ron and asked him. What the Hell am I thinking a bout? Hermione and Ron are my friends, they wouldn't do that.

"Nothing, nothing." Harry replied shortly. "I'm going to sleep. See you to-marrow."

~

The next morning, Ginny awoke and ran down to the History of Magic classroom. It was a Saturday, and she presumed no one was there to really care, but she'd left her half-finished roll of parchment for Snape. Which she had class for first thing Monday morning.

After explaining to Professor Binns, ("I thought you weren't here. Sorry, just needed my essay, thank you." "You are welcome, Ms. Weasley".) Her excuse, she made her way down the Corridor to the Great Hall.

Breakfast was lovely as usual, but the awkwardness of Harry and her hadn't still worn off after a week.

"I'm going to the library." Hermione got up and announced, as usual.

"Er…me too!" Ron jumped after her. Ron hated the library, well, normally anyway. But Hermione had dragged him there one too many times over the years.

"I'm going for a walk." Ginny muttered after a moment of silence between her and Harry. He nodded, and she walked out. That was awkward. Oh well. So is everyday. She said walking toward a bench by the lake. Great, what's he doing here?

~

Draco Malfoy walked unto the field before the lake and took a deep breath. The spring air filled his lungs and only his hatred could destroy this moment. Just as he sat down on the grass, he saw Little We- Ginny Weasley sitting on a bench. Smirking, he got up and walked towards her.

"What's a matter with you?" He asked coldly.

"It's none of your business."

"Well, I have no business, so I'll just get into yours." He sniggered, laughing at his own lame joke. "Seriously, what did Potty do to you?"

"I'm sure you know. The whole school knows." He sat down next to her, as she was in mid-sentence.

"I've heard." He replied shortly. "Well. Maybe you'll find someone that cares a bit more."

"Thanks…" she said curiously. What's he getting at? Her logical thinking, Hermione-like voice asked her. Does it matter? Come on. He's not that bad. Just because he hates your brother doesn't mean anything. He is acting nice to you. Maybe he does care. She smiled at the one voice, and reminded herself to always listen to that one. "Why do you care so much?" Ginny asked without thinking.

He shrugged. "Brains think in weird ways."

Ginny bit her lip. You were wrong. He's just being like that. No reason.

"Hearts do to." Did I just say that? Why the Hell did I just say that? Draco's brain yelled at himself. I do not like this…Weasel! You like Parkinson. He protested. That's not what you thought last week. What's the worst that can happen? Well…A lot! But listen to me this once. Another voice said, eagerly.

"Well, I've got to be going." He said uneasily and ran into the school.

~

"Ron, I'll see you in the…." Hermione thought, biting her finger. "Common Room. Okay, I've got to go do something." As she trotted off in the Corridor.

About half way to her destination, she, literally, ran into Malfoy.

"What ARE you doing?!" she spat.

"I've…er…got to go ask you something about…. Herbology! Yeah, Herbology. C'mon." and he led her into the classroom.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Just do it."

"No! I'm going out with Ron and you know that."

"So?"

"I love him! This must be a joke. You go out with Pansy."

"You hate her right?"

"Yes. But, I can't see how this-" but it was too late. You can only imagine the things that were going into Hermione's mind, whilst Malfoy leaned in and kissed her.

~

"Top of the afternoon, Gin." Ron said passing her sister, in the corridor.

"Hi…. er…where's Hermione?" she asked, rather rushed.

"I dunno. She was supposed to meet me here about a while ago. Let's go look for her."

The two walked until they finally found her…and Malfoy's lips attached.

"Draco!"

"Hermione!"

Malfoy let go and Hermione looked pale and was about to faint.

"He-he-he! Urgh!" she said, trying to spit.

"Damn you son of a bi-"

"Watch your tongue, Weasley."

"I-I thought." Ginny stuttered, meekly.

"Ginny, I can explain." Draco looked at her apologetically. As Hermione and Ron looked very lost.

"I'd like to hear one. Or I will, and I will promise you, I will hurt you." Ron said looking down at Malfoy, who he had about three inches over.

"It was a plan."

"For what?"

"For this." And he grabbed Ginny and kissed her passionately, pulling away, Ginny began to cry.

"Let me at him!" Ron yelled, Hermione trying to hold him back. "First he kisses my girlfriend, then my sister, and makes her cry."

"Well, why don't you see what Ginny has to say?" Draco replied coolly.

~

Ginny ran out the door. He does like you. Well, bollocks to Potter. His enemy is my boyfriend. Well, he did kiss me anyway. Tears of happiness, that's what those, were. Take that. Sock it to you.

Her excitement led her to run into someone.

"Harry?"

A/N- I am making Harry look like the bad guy, aren't I? I'm so evil sometimes. Oh well. You'll find out why he kissed Hermione in the next chapter. And if Harry finds out….