A/N: I fixed it! It's edited (sort of) and now it makes more sense. I even read it over once before I posted it this time.
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Ron
"So tell me again why your father can't lie." I asked Malfoy. We were making our way down a dirt, brightly lit road.
"Well, The Dark Lord puts a spell on all of his followers. He had security issues last time, right? So now, whatever my dad says he will do, he has to do. If he says that he will never hurt He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, then he won't. It works on "If-then" statements to. He said he will either kill the first or last one, but since there will be no first or last one, he can't kill us!"
"You have a really strange family, you know."
"Yeah, I know. But it's not like yours is completely normal. You're all redheaded."
Ron ran a hand threw his fiery hair protectively. "What's wrong with redheads."
"They don't look good with me. They make me look more tanned and I hate looking tanned. It's so unoriginal."
"So, you're saying that you hate my family because they're so pale next to you, you look tan?"
"Yeah."
"God, your strange!." There was silence for a few moments. I realized that that was the first conversation with him I've had where I didn't want to hit him. Well, almost didn't want to hit him. "So, how much further to your house?" I asked.
"About fifteen miles. And its not a house, it's a manor."
"Whatever. You live in it, it's a house. Not that what your family and you do is called living," I told him sarcastically. "Your evil father is the one took Hermione. She could be being tortured right now, you know. And it's all your fault." I layered the guilt on him because I knew that he would soon make a comment about my house.
Malfoy smirked. "So, what's going on between you and Hermione?"
How does he do that? He always knows exactly what will hurt me the most. "I mean, you act like she's your girlfriend, but she doesn't," he continued, still smirking.
"What do you mean by that?"
"By what?" He looked way to innocent.
"By saying that she doesn't act like my girlfriend. What do you mean by that?"
He looked flustered, but quickly regained his composer. "Whatever I want to mean by that. Now answer the question."
He looked suspicious. Malfoy never got flustered, even if he did recover quickly. I voiced the question that had been aching in the back of my mind for days. "Did something happen between you two?"
Hermione
"Harry."
"Yeah, it's me."
"Where are you?" I looked around again, but still couldn't see him.
"I'm under my invisibility cloak."
"How did you get here?"
"Well, Hogwarts is the safest place around, right?"
"Yes, on numerous occasions precious things have been hidden here. The Holy Grail, Excalibur, and the Philosophers stone are only a few examples. I read about it in…" I wasn't even sure what I started saying then. When I get nervous, I ramble of facts. And I was very nervous.
After all, I was having a relationship with Harry's greatest rival.
Harry laughed at my predictability. "Yes, exactly. Dumbledore thought that I would be safer if I was at Hogwarts, but no one knew it. He hid me under the castle in a large room made of some magical metal."
"But you got out? Why can't you just do what is safe?"
"You know me, Hermione." There was a smile in his voice.
"You're always looking for an adventure," I said, knowing that Harry would never change.
"Yes, so I got out, and went exploring."
"You shouldn't have done that! It wasn't safe," I scolded.
Harry laughed. "It's good to hear you again. Anyway, I found the room that you were in with the Death Eater. I noticed that they were portkeying you away, and since I had my invisibility cloak on, I figured-"
"That you would play hero and save me."
"Well, yes."
"Did you see D- Ron?" I was going to say Draco, but I realized that Harry would wonder why I was concerned with Draco. I knows that I'm concerned with Ron, so I asked that instead.
"Ron's here? Can't leave you guys alone for a month without you putting your lives in danger, can I?"
I smiled, desperately wishing I could see him. I hated talking to him while he was wearing the cloak. It seemed more like a telephone conversation.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry said, unexpectedly.
"What?"
"Did something happen between you and Ron?" He sounded very nervous.
"No," I said bluntly.
"Oh. Well." He sounded unsure and so unHarry like. "You see, last summer…well…Ron…err…said something to me…"
I looked at the direction that his voice was coming some with a curious gaze.
"He…err…told me that he loved you." He paused here, as if waiting for me to say something.
"I know. I mean, I didn't know that he told you, but…"
"You mean, he told you?"
"Yes. I just don't think of him like that. Harry, why are we having this conversation?"
"Well, he told me that before you told me that…err… thing that you told me in September."
I raised an eyebrow. I knew what he was talking about, but I didn't understand where he was going with it. He was talking about when I said that I loved him. He couldn't possibly be saying what I think he's saying. Could he?
"So…err…what he said sort of influenced my answer."
I dropped down the floor, for no apparent reason apart from my legs stopped working.
Harry took off his cloak, so I could see him. He looked so much like, well, himself, that I lost my breath.
"Hermione, "he said, sitting down in front of me and taking my hands in his. "I love you.
The door burst open. In stepped Lucuis Malfoy.
Draco
Wow. How come I did not see that coming?
"Well, did it?"
"Err…We need to go left here." I told him as we came to a fork in the road, desperately wishing that I could think of something to say.
"You're avoiding the question." Weasley folded his arms and looked at me crossly.
I finally thought of something to do. I laughed. "Don't try to intimidate me, Weasley. I've faced worse then you."
He face fell, and I laughed some more.
"Do you seriously think that I would touch Granger? I mean, come on! I thought you had the right image of me, Weasley."
He looked at the ground and continued walking. Thank God.
"Well, that's a relief. I was beginning to think that you fancied her. And if that happened, she might hurt your poor little ferret feelings," Weasley smirked.
I bit my tongue trying not to say anything. I just concentrated on walking. One foot in front of the other.
"You just don't handle rejection well" he continued, still walking.
"Yeah, and you don't want the competition."
Weasley stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean by that?"
"By what?"
"God damn it! Let's not get into that again. Just tell me, do you think that I fancy Hermione?"
"Oh, please! It's written all over your face. You're like a bloody, drooling puppy." My voice caught in my throat as I said this.
"Do you
think that she likes me?"
I froze. I couldn't answer that. "What do you think?"
"I really don't know. That's why I'm asking you, Malfoy."
"Boy, those are six words I never thought that I would hear you string together," I told him, trying to change the subject.
"You're not answering my question."
I gulped. I knew what answering his question would do. It would send him off, stopping us from defeating my father. But I had to say it. "No."
He looked at me blankly for a moment. "Why not?"
My voice found me before I knew it would. "Because she's with me."
Weasley gave my a hard look. A look of pure hatred and loathing, before he turned and ran into a nearby forest.
"Weasley!" I yelled, running after him.
If only I could have lied to him. Unfortunately, my father was not the only one who was cursed.
A/N: Wow, my cliffhangers are getting worse and worse as this goes on. I hope you liked. I still need ideas for the next chapter. I have no clue where this is going, so some help would be nice.
