Ron, crouching behind a squashy, red armchair, stared at them. His bottom jaw practically skimming the ground. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, hoping he was seeing or imagining things. When Hermione pulled out of Draco's kiss she spotted something moving. She scanned the room with sharp eyes. Nothing. No one. She sighed nervously and lay her head on Draco's sholder who gently patted her head and explored the common room whith his eyes. He was quite impressed. He liked this room better than the Slythern commom room by far. He smiled at Hermione who didn't seem to notice because she was eyeing a dark corner of the room suspicously for movement of any kind. Ron covered his mouth to try and stop the choking and gagging quickly rising from his stomach. But he couldn't hide it. Out came four loud coughs and several wheeses and gaggs between them. Hermione instanly perked up. She stood and slowly began to search the room. Draco cringed at the thought of being caught in the wrong dorms -- especially by a teacher.
Finally swallowing his fear, and gathering enough pride, stood and showed himself. He stared at Hermione with a hurt look as if to say 'Why? Why, Hermione? How could you do this to me?' And yet the words 'I knew it' seemed to linger in his brilliant blue eyes. Draco stood, a sholder behined Hermione. With a steadfast glare fixed on Ron, he took her hand. Hermione chocked just as Ron did and finally mannaged to sputter out"
"R-R-Ron I...You..I-I-" Ron grunted and folded his arms. His expression instantly flashed from hurt to hate. He shook his head at them.
"Honestly you two are pathetic. Absolutly PATHETIC! I suggest you get yourself out and back you your dorms before a certain cat spots you." Ron's usually happy and energetic voice was soar and spiteful. His eyes were burning as he spoke. "GET OUT!" Draco squeesed Hermione's hand once (which they dicided was a silent way to say 'I love you') and slipped out, without a word. After watching him go, Hermione turned back to Ron.
"Ron, please listen I can expla-"
"NO! You listen! I trusted you. Don't you realise what you're doing to me. You're supposed to be my friend. Friends DON'T kiss their enimies. You know, you know what his family does to mine! What HE does to us! That's right, his father has made a mockery of mine. He's made a mockery of me. Doesn't any of that matter to you?" Hermione hated to admit it, but all this had crossed her mind, but what he said next hadn't. Infact, he hadn't even told Harry this. "You know why I hate him so much? Well guess what? Last summer, my mother had her second daughter. Elizabeth May Weasly. My new baby sister. Around the same time, my father had gotten his revenge and embarassed Lucius horribly at the Ministry. He wanted revenge, aswell. So he thought up a fool-proof plan, I whatched him kill Elizabeth. Draco helped him. Only I saw and we have no proof. The have anti-truth spells on them so taking this to the Ministry would be useless. Draco is a murderer, he killed Elizabeth May!" Ron's face was wet with tears and the fire in his eyes had long since gone out. Hermione stared at him, absoultly mortified. But before she could respond, he had run up the stairs and slammed the door to his dorms. Hermione knew better then to follow him, but no matter how many tried to remind herself that Ron would never lie about something like that, she didn't want to believe him. She wanted Draco to me good, kind and especially gentle to innocent babies.
She cried all night and well into the morning. She didn't go down for breakfast, but went down later for her first class: Double Potions with Slytherin. Ron wasn't there. Harry instantly approached Hermione with a half preplexed half worried sick expression slaped across his pale face.
"Er, Hermione? Do you know what's wrong with Ron?" His green eyes met hers with the most piercing stare that she had ever seen. She had to look away, but for some unknown reason, couldn't. "He was crying all last night and this morning. He wouldn't say anything except three names: The Malfoys, yours and Elizabeth May. Who's that?" Hemione finally broke their eye contact and sighed.
"I-er-I don't know. I hope he's ok? Is he in the dorms?" Harry shook his head and explained to her that Dumbledor found him practically drowing in the second floor bathroom sink this morning. He's up in his office right now.
All through Potions, Harry ignoring the death looks from Snape, whispered in Hermione's ear how he was going to visit Ron after school and asked her if she wanted to come. She shook her head violently. He told her he was really worried and he also wanted to find out who this 'Elizebeth May' was. Hermione just sat and stared dumbfounded af Malfoy. Who wouldn't look at her. It looked as if the was afraid to look at her.
Harry was Ron's REAL friend. He never betrayed him, never lied to him. Never made him so upset and hurt. But why hadn't Ron or any other of the Wealsys said anything about Elizabeth? After potions, Hermione instanly sought out the twins int e corridor. She finally noticed, neither laughing, playing jokes, or even talking. She thought back to that summer when she stayed a few weeks at the Burrow. She was so cought up in preparing for school, that only now, almose five months later, how unusually sad and downtrodden they looked.
For weeks Hermione didn't talk to anyone - especially Harry and Ron. Ron must have told Harry about Malfoy because he ignored her and gave her dirty looks. She stopped seeing Malfoy at night, and he stopped being rude to her in the halls. He didn't look at her, didn't do anything since that night. When dinner came, Hermione wasn't there. She sat up in the doorms with the curtain drawn around her four-poster. No tears came. She knew now that crying wouldn't help one bit. Crookshanks purred and currled up on her lap.
"Oh, kitty! What am I going to do? I have to get them all back, but how? Maybe I should have gotten some girl friends and I'd be able to understand them. I just wish there was some way I could get to Ron, make him listen," She sighed and stroked the big bushy fur sprouthing off the cat's back. Crookshanks meowed and strectched. Just then, Hermione got an idea. She pulled out an a small muggle notebook. Most of the pages had been torn out and since the cover zipped shut, Hermione could fit a few things inside it. She took out her quil and ink and began to scribble furously on th remaining lined paper..................................................................................................................
Finally swallowing his fear, and gathering enough pride, stood and showed himself. He stared at Hermione with a hurt look as if to say 'Why? Why, Hermione? How could you do this to me?' And yet the words 'I knew it' seemed to linger in his brilliant blue eyes. Draco stood, a sholder behined Hermione. With a steadfast glare fixed on Ron, he took her hand. Hermione chocked just as Ron did and finally mannaged to sputter out"
"R-R-Ron I...You..I-I-" Ron grunted and folded his arms. His expression instantly flashed from hurt to hate. He shook his head at them.
"Honestly you two are pathetic. Absolutly PATHETIC! I suggest you get yourself out and back you your dorms before a certain cat spots you." Ron's usually happy and energetic voice was soar and spiteful. His eyes were burning as he spoke. "GET OUT!" Draco squeesed Hermione's hand once (which they dicided was a silent way to say 'I love you') and slipped out, without a word. After watching him go, Hermione turned back to Ron.
"Ron, please listen I can expla-"
"NO! You listen! I trusted you. Don't you realise what you're doing to me. You're supposed to be my friend. Friends DON'T kiss their enimies. You know, you know what his family does to mine! What HE does to us! That's right, his father has made a mockery of mine. He's made a mockery of me. Doesn't any of that matter to you?" Hermione hated to admit it, but all this had crossed her mind, but what he said next hadn't. Infact, he hadn't even told Harry this. "You know why I hate him so much? Well guess what? Last summer, my mother had her second daughter. Elizabeth May Weasly. My new baby sister. Around the same time, my father had gotten his revenge and embarassed Lucius horribly at the Ministry. He wanted revenge, aswell. So he thought up a fool-proof plan, I whatched him kill Elizabeth. Draco helped him. Only I saw and we have no proof. The have anti-truth spells on them so taking this to the Ministry would be useless. Draco is a murderer, he killed Elizabeth May!" Ron's face was wet with tears and the fire in his eyes had long since gone out. Hermione stared at him, absoultly mortified. But before she could respond, he had run up the stairs and slammed the door to his dorms. Hermione knew better then to follow him, but no matter how many tried to remind herself that Ron would never lie about something like that, she didn't want to believe him. She wanted Draco to me good, kind and especially gentle to innocent babies.
She cried all night and well into the morning. She didn't go down for breakfast, but went down later for her first class: Double Potions with Slytherin. Ron wasn't there. Harry instantly approached Hermione with a half preplexed half worried sick expression slaped across his pale face.
"Er, Hermione? Do you know what's wrong with Ron?" His green eyes met hers with the most piercing stare that she had ever seen. She had to look away, but for some unknown reason, couldn't. "He was crying all last night and this morning. He wouldn't say anything except three names: The Malfoys, yours and Elizabeth May. Who's that?" Hemione finally broke their eye contact and sighed.
"I-er-I don't know. I hope he's ok? Is he in the dorms?" Harry shook his head and explained to her that Dumbledor found him practically drowing in the second floor bathroom sink this morning. He's up in his office right now.
All through Potions, Harry ignoring the death looks from Snape, whispered in Hermione's ear how he was going to visit Ron after school and asked her if she wanted to come. She shook her head violently. He told her he was really worried and he also wanted to find out who this 'Elizebeth May' was. Hermione just sat and stared dumbfounded af Malfoy. Who wouldn't look at her. It looked as if the was afraid to look at her.
Harry was Ron's REAL friend. He never betrayed him, never lied to him. Never made him so upset and hurt. But why hadn't Ron or any other of the Wealsys said anything about Elizabeth? After potions, Hermione instanly sought out the twins int e corridor. She finally noticed, neither laughing, playing jokes, or even talking. She thought back to that summer when she stayed a few weeks at the Burrow. She was so cought up in preparing for school, that only now, almose five months later, how unusually sad and downtrodden they looked.
For weeks Hermione didn't talk to anyone - especially Harry and Ron. Ron must have told Harry about Malfoy because he ignored her and gave her dirty looks. She stopped seeing Malfoy at night, and he stopped being rude to her in the halls. He didn't look at her, didn't do anything since that night. When dinner came, Hermione wasn't there. She sat up in the doorms with the curtain drawn around her four-poster. No tears came. She knew now that crying wouldn't help one bit. Crookshanks purred and currled up on her lap.
"Oh, kitty! What am I going to do? I have to get them all back, but how? Maybe I should have gotten some girl friends and I'd be able to understand them. I just wish there was some way I could get to Ron, make him listen," She sighed and stroked the big bushy fur sprouthing off the cat's back. Crookshanks meowed and strectched. Just then, Hermione got an idea. She pulled out an a small muggle notebook. Most of the pages had been torn out and since the cover zipped shut, Hermione could fit a few things inside it. She took out her quil and ink and began to scribble furously on th remaining lined paper..................................................................................................................