"It's Hopeless"

Disclaimer: Not mine, Ms. Rowling's, if it where mine I would be getting paid for this. As it is, I am not, because this is fan fiction, meaning this is just for fun. I am having fun anyway, hope you are too!

A/N: Everything they say out loud is in "quotes". Everything they think in their heads are in whatever 'these' things are called.

Chapter Four: Mudblood!

Malfoy stood in the doorway to Ron and Hermionie's compartment all alone. His bodyguards nowhere to be found. This didn't take the smirk off his face however.

"Oh, look it's our very own poverty stricken Weasel and the bushy haired Mudbl..."

"If you say it, so help me I will make you sorry you were ever born Malfoy!" yelled Ron at the top of his lungs, standing up and getting his wand out of his robes and clutching it tight in his hand. There was no one on the earth he hated more than Malfoy, well except maybe Voldermort himself. The thing he hated most about Malfoy though, was when he called Hermionie that horrible name. He could even take being insulted himself, but that name should never be said at all, as far as Ron was concerned.

Hermionie had by now looked up from the window she was so intently gazing out of. She hated Malfoy with her whole being, but she had to admit, seeing Malfoy usually meant insults, which by themselves where never good. But insults seemed to make Ron stand up for her, something she had grown to like just a little, even an independent witch like herself. It let her know that Ron cared for her, if even as just a friend, she reminded herself.

"And what will you do Weasel? Make yourself burp up slugs, cause to be honest; I found that rather enjoyable. Doubt you did though!" said Malfoy with his all too familiar laugh. "I was just going to ask where the boy wonder is?"

"That is none of your business!" snapped Hermionie.

"Oh, I bet you do miss him don't you? Is it still a sensitive subject? Honestly, don't know what he ever saw in you anyway!" laughed Malfoy

"Malfoy, that stupid article was a year ago, you can't even get some new material, before you try to insult us. Honestly, what's really insulting is your intelligence. Can't even come up with new ways to put us down, can you!" Hermionie felt pretty good about herself now. She knew Malfoy hated it that she got better marks in school than he did, since she was muggleborn and all. So calling him stupid was bound to upset him.

"Who cares what you think you're just an ugly, dirty little mudblood!" Snapped Malfoy with hatred running through his voice.

If Ron had been thinking, he would have used his wand, being a wizard and all, but instead he threw it down and jumped straight on Malfoy knocking him to the ground. They started rolling around on the ground, each one trying to get their best hits in. They rolled into the hallway; grunts and yells could be heard well along the hall. Students starting coming out of their compartments to see what was going on. Fred and George came out of one with Dean Thomas. They seemed to be enjoying the sight of their little brother betting Malfoy to a pulp, it was apparent he was winning.

Them Crab and Goyle came running down the hall as fast as they could and jumped in. They starting hitting too, and well it was no longer a fair fight. Fred, George and Dean started in and tried to help Ron but it was no use. Crab and Goyle were just too much to handle being so huge.

"Patificus Totalus" yelled Hermionie while pointing her wand at the ball that was made up of the three Weasleys, Dean, Crab and Goyle, and of course Malfoy. Malfoy froze! Then she did the spell two more times freezing Crab and Goyle. They all had horrible expressions on their frozen faces, as well as Malfoy's blooding noose, and busted lip. Crab and Goyle seemed untouched.

Ron, Dean and the twins got up. Each a little hurt, Ron had a blooding lip and the twins seemed to be getting matching black eyes rather quickly, and Dean had a bloody nose.

"Just leave them there, I am sure a Slytherin will walk by eventually and take off the curse." smirked Hermionie, quite pleased with herself. "Just go back to your compartments", she told everyone.

Everyone did as they were told; nobody outside of Slytherin liked Malfoy and company much, so they just let them lay there. Fred, George and Dean went into their compartments to clean up.

"Come on Ron, we need to clean you up", said Hermionie while softly pulling Ron into the compartment and closing the door. "Are you ok?" she asked in an almost shy voice. "Thanks for that by the way".

"Are you not mad at me anymore?" asked Ron almost confused.

"Of course not, after you stood up for me and all, how could I be mad at you. Honestly Ron, what kind of a person do you think I am?"

"Well, normally you don't like it when I get in a fight with Malfoy. I mean you usually like to stand up for yourself," asked Ron, still confused.

"I don't know, I guess I changed my mind, I kind of like is when you stand up for me I guess", Hermionie realized how this sounded, but it was too late so she just blushed.

"Why?" Ron asked, his ears were starting to turn red.

"Uh, I guess it just makes me feel nice that you would do that for me, get in a fight and all, and maybe even get hurt", at this she looked at his bleeding lip. "Just makes me feel like you..like.", she thought hard about what to say next 'just don't say makes you feel loved Hermionie'. ".like you value my friendship and don't like to see my feelings hurt", 'that worked'.

"Oh! Well, I do value your friendship Hermionie." Smiled Ron. He didn't know what else to say to that.

Neither did Hermionie she just stood there starring at him for a minute, then realized his lip was still bleeding. "Oh, we better clean you up. Does your lip hurt?"

"Yeah, I guess, kind of forgot about it already though. Can't be too bad then can it?" smiled Ron.

"Well, come here, I don't know how to heel it, Madam Pomfrey can do that when we get to Hogwarts, but I can clean it though." Hermionie took out a muggle tissue from her bag, she always carried them, because her mother told her it was always a smart thing to have.

Ron stepped closer to her. He kneeled down a bit, so Hermionie could comfortable reach his face. He was much taller than she was. She looked intently at his lips and started dabbing the tissue on the cut, to clean up the blood.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"Oh, don't be a baby! It will fell better soon, we need to clean it up though". Hermionie knew this wasn't a good way to start her getting over her crush plan. She was so close to him, and she was starring at his lips cleaning his cut of course, but she couldn't help but enjoy the view anyway. He had nice lips she noticed, very soft. 'Don't think about it, Don't think about it!' was all she could tell herself, but that didn't seem to help. She was already day dreaming of kisses.

"Your pretty good at this, have you done this before?" asked Ron in between blots of the tissue.

"What!" asked Hermionie, then as she came out of her daydream, she realized that he wasn't asking about her kissing history, which was pretty non- existent.

"Oh, nothing", he replied. He just wanted her to keep going, and talking to her seemed to make her stop what she was doing. Her cleaning the cut at first hurt, but now he was quite enjoying it. He liked her touching his lips, he was just wishing she wasn't doing it with a tissue, or her hands for that mater. 'It's hopeless Ron, she will never like you', the voice in his head told himself. 'Well, he could at least enjoy her touch while he had it, right?'

"Well, I think it's done, should be clean now". Hermionie didn't want to stop, but she thought if she kept going it would look suspicious.

Just at that moment the train started slowing down. They almost at Hogwarts! The school year was about to officially begin!

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