Title: Secret Admirer

Author: Nissa

Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com

Rating: PG

Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire

Disclaimer: Sadly I still own no rights to Harry Potter. I do have both CoS, and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on pre-order ^_^

A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in like two months. I feel like such a bad person (hangs head in shame). But I do have a new installment for you! So.be excited!
Ron had been sitting in his bed, curled up into a ball of nerves, since he had snuck into the girl's dormitory.

He didn't really want to, but Pansy had given him specific instructions to nab something of Hermione's. The only logical place to find such and item was in her room.

He'd been fairly careful to sneak in at a time when the girls were out at Hagrid's hut. Ron had tiptoed into the dorm and immediately set his sights on the section of the room littered in books-it had to be Hermione's.

Rifling through her trunk proved to be a failure. If he were to steal a book, Hermione was sure to find out. She probably counted them nightly, just double checking their presence Ron had scoffed to himself. There had however been a very regal looking brush on her nightstand.

Taking the brush might have worked, but Ron decided a few hairs would work. After all Pansy had suggested hair.

He began to retrace his steps out of the room when voices were heard coming towards the room. Not just any voices, girl's voices. One of which belonged to Hermione herself.

Ron darted under the bed quickly. He slowed his breathing as he slid underneath the four-poster, griping the hairs in his hand tightly.

"I just don't get it Hermione," Ron could hear Lavender say, "what's the point in dating Draco if it only makes everyone mad?"

Ron almost made a noise of agreement, when he recalled he wasn't supposed to be here.

"I didn't intend for it to make everyone angry. It's just something," She paused, her feet were near the end of the bed, "about Draco.he's so surprising once you get to know him. Have you seen my Care of Magical Creatures book?"

Parvati replied with exasperation, "Did you check on your nightstand? I can't believe that you find Draco Malfoy anything but obnoxious."

Hermione's feet traveled over to the nightstand in question, "It's not here," she continued to rustle things on the counter top, "And he's wonderful. It's just that no one really gives him a chance, now do they?"

Ron felt bile rise in his throat. Defending Malfoy? How could she?

"Why should anyone give him a chance? He's been nothing but a prat to all of us." Lavender stated from her section of the room.

Hermione was still searching exuberantly for her textbook when her knees hit the ground. Ron became severely nervous; she was going to check under the bed.

"Oh, and your book is over here," Lavender held up the book in question, causing Ron to sigh inwardly with relief. "But, how can you continue your relationship with Malfoy when Harry and Ron are so upset with you?"

Under the bed Ron nodded, he wanted to know the answer as well.

"I'm happy. Harry is starting to understand that. And I don't have the slightest clue as to why Ron doesn't get it." She had replied.

Ron seethed. How could he not get it? This boy had been after him and Harry since First Years. Accepting this situation was just not something plausible to Ron.

"And I hope that one day Ron understands. He's one of my best friends and I love him to death, but I can't make him like the situation," Hermione picked up something off the bed and turned to the other two girls, "Lets go for a walk or something, it's really dull in here."

There were murmurs of agreement from Lavender and Parvati. Ron heard a door shut and he slithered his way out from under the bed. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Though Hermione had said that Ron was still her friend, he'd overlooked this part. All he heard was that she wasn't even going to try to make him understand. As if he weren't worth that inkling of effort.

All of these interpretations of Hermione's statement only fueled Ron's resentment, making it a large burning flame inside of him. He couldn't feel anymore, he couldn't rationalize anymore; all that was speaking to him was his desire.

He burst out of the Gryffindor common room and made a sprint toward the girl's bathroom-his meeting spot with Pansy.

She was still poised on the sink, "Have what I need Weasly?" "Yeah, right here," He shoved the hair into her hand as she cackled and then he made a dash back for his bed.

He had no clue that Pansy had created a liquid to smear all over the sword of Voldemort. A liquid that would make its holder target Hermione. He also didn't know that the swords holder would be Draco. And if he had of known, at that moment when he handed Pansy the hair, it still wouldn't have mattered.

Ron wanted revenge.

Though, now, sitting on his bed, Ron was nearly in tears. He was sure that Hermione would end up hurt, physically and psychologically.

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Draco's burning eyes turned towards the exit of the Slytherin common room. The liquid was searing through his veins. He could taste bitter hatred for Hermione, like copper, on the tip of his tongue.

The liquid had also strengthened his senses to that of a hound on the hunt. He could smell Hermione as well. She was somewhere near the lake. Two other scents lingered near her.

Draco trekked through Hogwart's grounds. The only thoughts in his head were those of mal-intent. How could he kill her? That mudblood that had toyed with him. He could stick the blade clean through her heart. No, that was too overdone.

What if he carved her up, like a gigantic bird on Thanksgiving? Rip her heart out and place it in her mouth like a roasted pig? It had to be creative. Mostly, it had to hurt her, and contort her mind to the point of no return.

He could see her now, walking with those bothersome Gryffindor girlfriends of her. "Hermione!" He shouted in the way he used to, before the spell.

She looked over at him, a glimmer of happiness in her eyes. She couldn't see the sword though; it was sealed in a sheath beneath his cloak. "Hello Draco," Hermione beamed.

"Want to go on a little walk with me?" He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

In response Hermione blushed followed by grabbing Draco's hand and intertwining their fingers, "To where?"

The touch of her skin onto his made his blood curdle. This was a formality though, it would lead to the kill, he was sure of it. "Oh just through the grounds."

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------- Ron's stomach ceased churning suddenly. He relaxed and went to sit on the large stone bay window. It faced out on nothing in particular. There were some trees surrounding a path and the usual young students up to a bit of mischief. But out a little farther Ron could see the bleach blonde head of his favorite foe. Who just happened to be attached to Hermione-by the lips.

It made his stomach bubble in anger, an angry lump that traveled all the way to his throat. Pansy hadn't done anything drastic; she hadn't done anything at all. This was ridiculous. As he was leaving the window to do some more self-wallowing in his bed he noticed a flash of silver beneath Draco's cloak.

Curiosity got the best of Ron as he put his face up to the window, squinting at the pair who were quite a distance away.

Draco's hand reached for the hilt of the sword and began slowly pulling it out of the sheath, as his mouth continued to charm Hermione.

Near Draco and Hermione there was someone, watching them from the bushes. At closer glance it proved to be Pansy.

Ron didn't need to be a genius to figure out the situation. Pansy had followed through, and Hermione was in for it. She was in way deeper than Ron thought possible.

She wasn't the only one. Ron knew he had to help her, he knew she'd be dead if he didn't.

"Harry!" Ron screamed at the top of his lungs, "Get your broom!"

;;*;; I only semi-liked this chapter, next chapter is all action though, don't you worry. And I promise that I won't stay away for another two months! R/R please! - Love ;;*;;