A/N: Sorry this is so short, but most of my chapters are, and I had to give you SOMETHING. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 4: Chasing Maybe
Ron wasn't in Herbology. Now it was time for Care of Magical Creatures and this time he could be seen coming outside through the front doors of Hogwarts. As he came closer to the area that the calss was standing in, he moved away from Hermione and Harry, and took up temporary residence next to Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, even though Hermione was sure it killed him to be within a two-mile radius of those two air-heads. She smiled at him and waved. His mouth twitched compulsively into a short smile, then he turned to face Hagrid.
"Hey, Weasel." Hermione heard a voice say. She knew that voice. She turned around in time to see a flash of red and white-blonde hair go down to the ground at basically the same time.
"No!" was all she could get out while she was running toward them, then she was pulling at Draco, trying to get him off of Ron. They were each doing a very good job of beating the shit out of each other. She managed to get them apart long enough so that Hagrid could hold Ron back.
"Are you okay?" Hermione looked concernedly into those mercury eyes. Draco was bleeding from his nose, and he was badly bruised. Another wound on his arm spilled blood onto the grass.
"I'll live, Herm," he smiled down at her, but then his smile turned into a frown. "You're psycho friend over there tried to kill me for no reason." Draco pointed at Ron, who was fuming over near Harry. Hermione walked toward Ron and she knew why he had tried to beat Draco into a bloody pulp. He knew. Hermione looked at Ron.
"Are you okay?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah, I'm bloody fine. Go back to your boyfriend Hermione."
"You don't have to be that way! We can still be friends."
"I don't think so Hermione. Just get the hell away from me. You make me sick." Ron stalked back toward the castle as everybody watched. As Harry slipped past her he said, "I'll see if I can talk to you later. There are some questions that need to be answered from him and from you."
"I understand, Harry." Hermione knew, then, that there was now a rift in her relationship with Harry also. It might just be impassable. So she walked Draco to the Infirmary. That was all she could do for the moment.
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"You shouldn't have called him 'Weasel', you just compounded things." Hermione sat on the edge of the Infirmary bed Draco was lying in. Madam Pomfrey had healed his cuts, but as it turned out, he had had a cracked rib. That would take at most one night to heal, even with the magic remedy he had been given.
"Well, how was I to know that he knew?" Draco shifted uncomfortably in the bed, and looked up at Hermione through groggy eyes.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm just... I don't know." Hermione got up from the bed and paced a little ways from it. She turned around and smiled exhaustedly at him saying, "Now you get some sleep, and if you're still here tommorrow, I'll come see you then." she walked back toward him, and kissed hhis forehead. As he drifted off, he heard her whisper, though she hadn't intended him to, "Sometimes I love you so much it hurts."
A single tear slid down her pale cheek and hit the pillow next to his head.
Chapter 4: Chasing Maybe
Ron wasn't in Herbology. Now it was time for Care of Magical Creatures and this time he could be seen coming outside through the front doors of Hogwarts. As he came closer to the area that the calss was standing in, he moved away from Hermione and Harry, and took up temporary residence next to Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, even though Hermione was sure it killed him to be within a two-mile radius of those two air-heads. She smiled at him and waved. His mouth twitched compulsively into a short smile, then he turned to face Hagrid.
"Hey, Weasel." Hermione heard a voice say. She knew that voice. She turned around in time to see a flash of red and white-blonde hair go down to the ground at basically the same time.
"No!" was all she could get out while she was running toward them, then she was pulling at Draco, trying to get him off of Ron. They were each doing a very good job of beating the shit out of each other. She managed to get them apart long enough so that Hagrid could hold Ron back.
"Are you okay?" Hermione looked concernedly into those mercury eyes. Draco was bleeding from his nose, and he was badly bruised. Another wound on his arm spilled blood onto the grass.
"I'll live, Herm," he smiled down at her, but then his smile turned into a frown. "You're psycho friend over there tried to kill me for no reason." Draco pointed at Ron, who was fuming over near Harry. Hermione walked toward Ron and she knew why he had tried to beat Draco into a bloody pulp. He knew. Hermione looked at Ron.
"Are you okay?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah, I'm bloody fine. Go back to your boyfriend Hermione."
"You don't have to be that way! We can still be friends."
"I don't think so Hermione. Just get the hell away from me. You make me sick." Ron stalked back toward the castle as everybody watched. As Harry slipped past her he said, "I'll see if I can talk to you later. There are some questions that need to be answered from him and from you."
"I understand, Harry." Hermione knew, then, that there was now a rift in her relationship with Harry also. It might just be impassable. So she walked Draco to the Infirmary. That was all she could do for the moment.
***
"You shouldn't have called him 'Weasel', you just compounded things." Hermione sat on the edge of the Infirmary bed Draco was lying in. Madam Pomfrey had healed his cuts, but as it turned out, he had had a cracked rib. That would take at most one night to heal, even with the magic remedy he had been given.
"Well, how was I to know that he knew?" Draco shifted uncomfortably in the bed, and looked up at Hermione through groggy eyes.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm just... I don't know." Hermione got up from the bed and paced a little ways from it. She turned around and smiled exhaustedly at him saying, "Now you get some sleep, and if you're still here tommorrow, I'll come see you then." she walked back toward him, and kissed hhis forehead. As he drifted off, he heard her whisper, though she hadn't intended him to, "Sometimes I love you so much it hurts."
A single tear slid down her pale cheek and hit the pillow next to his head.