Not the Keeper

A/N: The not so long awaited chapter four! Thankyou to all the darling reviewers and yes, I shall tell you all why he proposed so early - just not in this chappy! Or the next. Hehehehe! The chapter's real title is not the keeper but I called it The Attack of The Happy Fairy because well, you'll just have to read on! Enjoy! Cause I've got a writers block so the next chappy might not come out soon! But I'm pretty good with getting out of them by writing an absolutely pathetic ficcy or something so R/R!!

Hermione's PoV

Oh my god! Was that Ron? I could see Draco holding his nose. It was bleeding. I gently pulled his hand away from it and did a simple little spell on it to stop the bleeding. He thanked me - still shocked by what happened I suppose. I shouldn't have kissed him. I should've at least told Harry the truth. It was all my fault. But wait! I can kiss who ever I like. Their not my keepers! Now that it's sunk in I was mad. My friends! My very own friends sneaking around and spying on me like that. And I thought they were my friends. If Ron was here all along - unnoticed it means that he must've had the cloak with him and considering I didn't see him with the cloak so that leads to only one thing.

Harry's PoV

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

I heard her say - well more like yell my name. I guess she knows I'm here. Why did she have to be so smart?  I pulled of the cloak.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded.

I was still confused about what happened - and shocked. But Ron had done what I was so tempted to do.

So I simply said, "Actually you should be answering that question, Hermione. You were snogging with Malfoy. MALFOY! And we thought you were our friend but we were wrong. I'm glad Ron did what he did. But I reckon you deserved a punch even more than he did. You know how Ron feels. And stop looking at me weird Malfoy! How could you do this to us? How could you? Of all people."

I was sorta angry - well okay,  angry - okay really and utterly angry. But she was Hermione! Our friend, well at least we thought. I wish I had never listened to Pansy. I wish I never came here. I wish I never knew. But too late. I'm here and  I want an explanation. And a damn good one at that.

Malfoy was still a bit shocked. I guess he didn't know about the cloak.

"Well Potter, you're not her keeper. She doesn't have to ask for your permission to kiss someone. I mean you didn't ask her permission when you kissed Pansy Parkinson!"

Hermione looked like she was about to faint.

How did he know? Of course Pansy was all over him so I suppose she would've told. But that was different. That was a dare. But I still kissed her I suppose.

"You kissed Pansy Parkinson?" Hermione exclaimed. "Well then, we're even. Any way, like Draco said you're not my keeper. And neither is Ron. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings but he wasn't suppose to be here anyway. And neither are you Harry."

Her voice softened a bit. But I was still a bit mad. She had a point though, I wasn't her keeper. Then she started to talk again.

"Harry, please just go now and I promise I'll explain this all to you later. "

A few mornings later - Hermione still hasn't explained anything to Harry or Ron

No one's point of view - does that make sense?

During breakfast Hermione found a black owl coming full speed at her. She was quite delighted at the thought of having mail until she saw what the bird was carrying. A large red envelope. A HOWLER!

"Who would send you a Howler?" Harry asked his panicking bestfriend.

She had a funny feeling it was a particular Death-eater father she knew but didn't voice her fears.

"W-w-well, who ever it's from you might wanna o-o-open it Hermione. Last time I didn't open one it was just HORRIBLE! Gooey ooze everywhere it was haunting me. Oh you better open it 'Mione!" Neville added.

Her mind made up she ran to the door of the Great Hall and ripped the envelope open.

What she heard was indeed was a cold voice magnified 100 times it's usual I'm-about-to blow voice. And in this case the person had a very loud I'm-about-to-blow voice indeed. Hermione was almost knocked back by the voice.

"YOU FILTHY STINKING MUDBLOOD! YOU DARE COME ANYWHERE NEAR MY SON AND YOU WILL GET YOUR HEAD DONE IN!! HE'S A SLYTHERIN REMEMBER THAT AND SLYTHERINS ARE WAY TOO GOOD FOR THE LIKES OF A MUDBLOOD GRYFFINDOR.."

All heads turned towards the Slytherin boys. A few turned to an extremely pale Draco Malfoy.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT MUDBLOOD? YOU WILL NOT COME ANYWHERE NEAR MY SON IF IT IS NOT NECESSARY OR I WILL MAKE SURE YOU STAY OUT OF HIS LIFE MYSELF! TRUST ME GRANGER YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE THE WRATH OF LUSCIUS MALFOY!"

All heads instantly snapped at Draco who was sitting around a bunch of sneering Slytherins. Doing something absolutely unexpected of him he ran to the nervous-wreck that once was Hermione Granger, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, hugged her and walked towards the Heads common room with his arm wrapped around his beloved, whispering comforting words in her ear.

Later on in the day - I sure like skipping time don't I?

Harry and Ron were getting extremely worried for they hadn't seen Hermione since breakfast and it was now dinner time. They checked in the usual places that she went on a Saturday but was unsucessful. Determined to comfort her - even though ferret boy sure seemed to have done the job, running up there and KISSING HER!, Ron thought  - the pair searched the halls for Draco Malfoy.

Not long later the two found him.

"What have you done to 'Mione?" asked a rather p-ed off Ron.

"Nothing, I was about to ask you the same question," Malfoy replied, "though in a much more civilised manner.

"You mean you don't know where she is?" Harry asked.

"Newsflash! Well, we better look for her then don't we. Where does she usually go on a Saturday?"

"We checked everywhere," Ron replied, "for god's sake we even checked the dungeons!"

"Okay then, we just have to look for her harder won't we?" Harry reasoned, and with that the two parties left on a fruitless search.

After two hours of non-stop searching the trio began to panic like hell. They finally decided to check her room again.

When they got inside they found the room was empty. Ron started looking around the room for a note of some kind and when he saw what was one the bed he called his two "friends" - that only goes for one of them, guess which? - over and all they could say was:

"Oh, shit!"

(A/N: I think I'll be evil and end this chapter right here! MWAHAHAHAHA!"

(The "Happy Fairy" came into the room and finally found the evil, evil author and her - yes, I'm a girl! - computer under piles and piles of clothes and books. With one flick of her wand she CURSES the author with happiness and forces her to continue.)

When they got inside they found the room was empty. Ron started looking around the room for a note of some kind and when he saw what was one the bed he called his two "friends" - that only goes for one of them, guess which? - over and all they could say was:

"Oh, shit!"

There burnt onto the Gryffindor lion on Hermione's blanket was the Dark Mark. Harry put his hand on the mark and before Ron could yell "you idiot it could be a portkey!" he collapsed onto the floor clutching his scar.

(The evil, evil author's dog barged into the room and with one big bite ate the "Happy Fairy" thus finishing the curse and allowing the author to stop writing once more!)

A/N I've gotta leave that there guys, I've got a big family reunion thing I've gotta get ready for. Sorry, I haven't got time to write Thankyou notes either. Gtg! Jackrussel666