The next day, Hermione awoke and didn't want to get out of bed. She
knew today was going to be a bad day. However, she showered and dressed,
letting her hair air dry in wavy ringlets. She didn't stop in the Common
Room on her way down for breakfast and hardly talked to anyone. She took a
seat next to Ginny and shoved some food around her plate.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked her, looking concerned. Hermione sighed and bit her lip, making sure that tears wouldn't come out instead of words.
"Ron and I got into a fight. He was being so mean - so awful." Hermione shook her head. "Never mind."
"I want to know!" Ginny said. "Please tell me!"
"Fine! Ask Harry!" Hermione retorted coldly and got up from the table. She ignored the stares she got from both Harry and Ron and ran outside. It was breezy, but nice. Hermione walked briskly around the grounds, almost jogging. Finally, out of breath she sat down on the grass. She heard footsteps behind her and saw Draco. Even he couldn't make her feel better.
"Hey." She said glumly, her fire and vigor gone.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked her, sitting down next to her. She told him everything she and Ron said.
"That stupid little Weasley doesn't know anything. I've been trying to tell you this since the beginning." He said, his eyes dark. "He hasn't realized that to some Wizarding families his is far more inferior." Hermione wondered how Ron being a jerk had anything to do with his family, but she didn't want to bring it up. "He should show respect to someone who is a Brockbow." He confided, and stood up. He put out his hand to her. "C'mon, then, now that that's settled, let's go." Hermione took it and he pulled her up.
"The problem, Hermione, is the people you're hanging out with."
"What?"
"Your so called friends." He told her. "They aren't your friends. You need to be hanging out with people more like yourself. **Wealthy** wizarding families. Not with people like the Weasley's. They don't know anything except where to buy second hand robes for the cheapest prices." He snorted. "Dirty little Weasly's."
Hermione got to thinking. She never really realized that her family was that wealthy. Draco knew more about her parents then she did. The Malfoy's and the Brockbow's must know each other pretty well. Besides, she totally missed the comments that Draco made about Ron. She was too mad to stick up for him. And probably the entire time she and Draco would date she wouldn't even speak to Ron. He deserved it. She was expecting groveling by the end of the day. Hermione sighed and brushed some hair away from her face. She was glad that today was a Saturday, without any classes.
"What are you planning on doing today?" She asked Draco, attempting to change the subject.
"I didn't have any plans, actually." He said suggestively.
"Oh?" She said, distracted.
"I take you don't, either?" She shook her head. "Well, maybe we can get together?" She nodded absently, still thinking. "Or we could catch a plane and travel with the muggles to America." He said sarcastically, but she nodded again.
"Sounds great." She said quietly, looking into the distance.
"Hermione." He said, stopping and gently taking her chin and turning her face to his. She lazily focused on him.
"I'm sure you don't want to catch a flight to America to see the muggles," she looked very confused. He smirked. "So do you want to hang out today or what?" She smiled and leaned closer to his face.
"I'd love to."
~~~~~~~~~In the Common Room~~~~~~~~~
"Ron, don't you think you should apologize?" Harry was sitting on the couch and Ron was across the room. There were a lot of other people there, but mostly having their own conversations.
"Are you mad?" He replied, standing up. However, you can tell Ron didn't get much sleep the night before. There were visible circles under his eyes and his clothes were wrinkled. "I can't apologize! And I don't want to!"
"Hermione is going through a hard time. You probably made it worse." Ron didn't reply for a minute. He looked at the ground then back to Harry.
"Well, I'm not apologizing until she does." With that, he left. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Will anything ever get solved?" He asked, frustrated, to no one in particular.
~~~~~~~Back on the Grounds~~~~~
"What do you plan on doing, then?" Draco asked Hermione. They were walking, holding hands.
"I don't know." She said, still not really herself.
"You've got to snap out of it, Hermione! That guy wasn't even your friend in the first place!" Hermione thought about that statement for a minute. It was a forceful tone and it didn't sound right to her. Something was up.
"How would you know?" She was beginning to get angry and she wasn't sure why.
"You know they aren't! They are no good. Not one bit."
"Who is 'they'?" She asked him, stopping to look at him.
"Weasly and Potter." He spat, a look of disgust on his face.
"I didn't say anything about Harry! And he's isn't a no good!"
"Give me a break!" He rolled his eyes. "Potter and Weasly." He sneered. "Little Weasly - the rotten, second hand little vermin who got caught up in fame with his boyfriend Potter. Saint Potter - like he's the best at everything? Oh wait, of course he is because he's the 'Boy-That- Lived!'" Draco's face was red and Hermione was taken back. She glared at him for a minute then spoke.
"No." She said confidently. "Ron isn't a second hand vermin. And Harry's surely not a Saint! But he did defeat Voldemort almost every year he was in school and that certainly is good." got sarcastic. "But sure, to you maybe, having Voldemort rule the wizarding world is so much better!" Now she rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Hermione!" Draco yelled. He was too full of himself to tell her to wait. His voice was commanding. Hermione turned around, glaring.
"You've got to accept my friends before you accept me!" She shouted to him from across the grounds. Draco didn't say anything and Hermione ran off.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked her, looking concerned. Hermione sighed and bit her lip, making sure that tears wouldn't come out instead of words.
"Ron and I got into a fight. He was being so mean - so awful." Hermione shook her head. "Never mind."
"I want to know!" Ginny said. "Please tell me!"
"Fine! Ask Harry!" Hermione retorted coldly and got up from the table. She ignored the stares she got from both Harry and Ron and ran outside. It was breezy, but nice. Hermione walked briskly around the grounds, almost jogging. Finally, out of breath she sat down on the grass. She heard footsteps behind her and saw Draco. Even he couldn't make her feel better.
"Hey." She said glumly, her fire and vigor gone.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked her, sitting down next to her. She told him everything she and Ron said.
"That stupid little Weasley doesn't know anything. I've been trying to tell you this since the beginning." He said, his eyes dark. "He hasn't realized that to some Wizarding families his is far more inferior." Hermione wondered how Ron being a jerk had anything to do with his family, but she didn't want to bring it up. "He should show respect to someone who is a Brockbow." He confided, and stood up. He put out his hand to her. "C'mon, then, now that that's settled, let's go." Hermione took it and he pulled her up.
"The problem, Hermione, is the people you're hanging out with."
"What?"
"Your so called friends." He told her. "They aren't your friends. You need to be hanging out with people more like yourself. **Wealthy** wizarding families. Not with people like the Weasley's. They don't know anything except where to buy second hand robes for the cheapest prices." He snorted. "Dirty little Weasly's."
Hermione got to thinking. She never really realized that her family was that wealthy. Draco knew more about her parents then she did. The Malfoy's and the Brockbow's must know each other pretty well. Besides, she totally missed the comments that Draco made about Ron. She was too mad to stick up for him. And probably the entire time she and Draco would date she wouldn't even speak to Ron. He deserved it. She was expecting groveling by the end of the day. Hermione sighed and brushed some hair away from her face. She was glad that today was a Saturday, without any classes.
"What are you planning on doing today?" She asked Draco, attempting to change the subject.
"I didn't have any plans, actually." He said suggestively.
"Oh?" She said, distracted.
"I take you don't, either?" She shook her head. "Well, maybe we can get together?" She nodded absently, still thinking. "Or we could catch a plane and travel with the muggles to America." He said sarcastically, but she nodded again.
"Sounds great." She said quietly, looking into the distance.
"Hermione." He said, stopping and gently taking her chin and turning her face to his. She lazily focused on him.
"I'm sure you don't want to catch a flight to America to see the muggles," she looked very confused. He smirked. "So do you want to hang out today or what?" She smiled and leaned closer to his face.
"I'd love to."
~~~~~~~~~In the Common Room~~~~~~~~~
"Ron, don't you think you should apologize?" Harry was sitting on the couch and Ron was across the room. There were a lot of other people there, but mostly having their own conversations.
"Are you mad?" He replied, standing up. However, you can tell Ron didn't get much sleep the night before. There were visible circles under his eyes and his clothes were wrinkled. "I can't apologize! And I don't want to!"
"Hermione is going through a hard time. You probably made it worse." Ron didn't reply for a minute. He looked at the ground then back to Harry.
"Well, I'm not apologizing until she does." With that, he left. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Will anything ever get solved?" He asked, frustrated, to no one in particular.
~~~~~~~Back on the Grounds~~~~~
"What do you plan on doing, then?" Draco asked Hermione. They were walking, holding hands.
"I don't know." She said, still not really herself.
"You've got to snap out of it, Hermione! That guy wasn't even your friend in the first place!" Hermione thought about that statement for a minute. It was a forceful tone and it didn't sound right to her. Something was up.
"How would you know?" She was beginning to get angry and she wasn't sure why.
"You know they aren't! They are no good. Not one bit."
"Who is 'they'?" She asked him, stopping to look at him.
"Weasly and Potter." He spat, a look of disgust on his face.
"I didn't say anything about Harry! And he's isn't a no good!"
"Give me a break!" He rolled his eyes. "Potter and Weasly." He sneered. "Little Weasly - the rotten, second hand little vermin who got caught up in fame with his boyfriend Potter. Saint Potter - like he's the best at everything? Oh wait, of course he is because he's the 'Boy-That- Lived!'" Draco's face was red and Hermione was taken back. She glared at him for a minute then spoke.
"No." She said confidently. "Ron isn't a second hand vermin. And Harry's surely not a Saint! But he did defeat Voldemort almost every year he was in school and that certainly is good." got sarcastic. "But sure, to you maybe, having Voldemort rule the wizarding world is so much better!" Now she rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Hermione!" Draco yelled. He was too full of himself to tell her to wait. His voice was commanding. Hermione turned around, glaring.
"You've got to accept my friends before you accept me!" She shouted to him from across the grounds. Draco didn't say anything and Hermione ran off.