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Hey everyone. I've got along weekend of posting and editing to do on ff.net this weekend. Please be on the look out for new updates! Sorry for the huge wait. I promise to add some to 'Who Knew?' this weekend too!
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Ron sat on the couch. He had grown quite amused at Hermione's television. He'd been watching it for a most of the day, and had even refused when Ginny offered to challenge him in a game of chess.
According to the clock on Hermione's television, it was nearly 6:00 when he heard the voices outside of the door. He could hear Hermione laughing about one thing or another, and a man's voice. Did Hermione have a boyfriend? Ginny had assured him that she did not.
The door of the apartment opened and the voices were coming closer to the living room, where Ron lay comfortably on the couch. "Hello, Ron." Hermione said softly as she walked towards him.
He nodded as he looked at Hermione's male companion. "What is he doing here?" Ron whispered to her as she bent down to feel his forehead.
"Draco?" Hermione saw Ron flinch as she called him by his first name, before nodding. "Oh, he's going to take me out to dinner."
Ron's eyes widened as she stood up. Hermione was going out with Malfoy? Not if he could help it. "Uh. Hermione. I'm really not feeling well at all. I feel dizzy. " He moaned and let his head wobble before it fell back and hit the arm of the sofa.
"Really? Oh, no." She turned back to Malfoy, "Could we reschedule our date? I don't think Ron's well enough to stay here alone."
Malfoy's eyes narrowed into slits as Hermione looked at him, and upon peering over her shoulder he could have sworn that Ron had a smug smile across his face. "Couldn't you get someone else to watch him? What about his parents? Or Potter?"
"Don't be silly. Harry's probably tired; he's been under a lot of stress. And Ron's family has been non-stop help. They need a break. I think I should stay here." Ron's smile widened.
"I could stay here and keep you company, if you'd like." He said wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"I really don't think that's necessary. And if I'm paying all of my attention to you, I won't really be keeping an eye Ron."
"Alright. I'll see you later, Hermione, love." Draco said leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her lips. He smiled as he saw Ron's face. "Weasley." He nodded, and with a pop he was gone.
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It had been a week since Ron had woken up, and Hermione had insisted that it was best that he go home and start work as soon as the weekend was over. He had managed successfully for three days, to keep Hermione from her dates with Malfoy.
First it was that he wasn't feeling well. The second night he had insisted that he needed to talk to her, and the rest of the night was spent in silence, except for her television.
This night, however, Ron had stooped to an all time low. He was enjoying a nice warm bath, when he heard the voices. Hermione insisted that he keep the bathroom door open so she could hear him if he needed her for anything.
He looked to the door as her head poked through. "I'm going out with Draco tonight. I'll be back in a bit." She began to walk towards the door, and Ron said the only thing that he could think of.
"Wait Hermione! I need your help!'
She turned around as her eyes widened. "You need help bathing?" She asked as her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.
"Uh, yes. My arm hurts every time I try to reach my back. See?" He tried touching his back and flinched as he faked the pain.
She sighed and set her purse down. "Ron, tomorrow, you're leaving here. I'm not going to be around to scrub your back then." She walked to the bathroom door.
"What? You're not really going to help him, are you?" Draco asked angrily, as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"He asked for my help. It will only take a minute, Draco." She said rolling up her sleeves.
"He's been making excuses every time I've come over. Isn't it a little suspicious that he happens to be sick every time I come here?"
"Don't be such a jerk. He's hurt."
"Please. He's faking it. He just doesn't want to see you going out with me."
"That's not true! Is it Ron?" He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Look at that! He's obviously jealous! He doesn't want me to have his leftovers."
Hermione's eyes widened as she took a step closer to him. "I am NOT Ron's leftovers." Her eyes flashed angrily as she poked him in the chest.
"He obviously thinks so." He said pointing at Ron. "He seems to think he still has a chance with you. I don't know why he would want one though, not after what you did to him."
She quickly reached up and slapped the side of Draco's face as she grabbed her purse and ran towards the door.
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I know this chapter is poorly written, but it's been a while and I need to get back into the writing groove. This was kind of short and straight to the point, but I'm glad I finally got something out. Please review.
Hey everyone. I've got along weekend of posting and editing to do on ff.net this weekend. Please be on the look out for new updates! Sorry for the huge wait. I promise to add some to 'Who Knew?' this weekend too!
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Ron sat on the couch. He had grown quite amused at Hermione's television. He'd been watching it for a most of the day, and had even refused when Ginny offered to challenge him in a game of chess.
According to the clock on Hermione's television, it was nearly 6:00 when he heard the voices outside of the door. He could hear Hermione laughing about one thing or another, and a man's voice. Did Hermione have a boyfriend? Ginny had assured him that she did not.
The door of the apartment opened and the voices were coming closer to the living room, where Ron lay comfortably on the couch. "Hello, Ron." Hermione said softly as she walked towards him.
He nodded as he looked at Hermione's male companion. "What is he doing here?" Ron whispered to her as she bent down to feel his forehead.
"Draco?" Hermione saw Ron flinch as she called him by his first name, before nodding. "Oh, he's going to take me out to dinner."
Ron's eyes widened as she stood up. Hermione was going out with Malfoy? Not if he could help it. "Uh. Hermione. I'm really not feeling well at all. I feel dizzy. " He moaned and let his head wobble before it fell back and hit the arm of the sofa.
"Really? Oh, no." She turned back to Malfoy, "Could we reschedule our date? I don't think Ron's well enough to stay here alone."
Malfoy's eyes narrowed into slits as Hermione looked at him, and upon peering over her shoulder he could have sworn that Ron had a smug smile across his face. "Couldn't you get someone else to watch him? What about his parents? Or Potter?"
"Don't be silly. Harry's probably tired; he's been under a lot of stress. And Ron's family has been non-stop help. They need a break. I think I should stay here." Ron's smile widened.
"I could stay here and keep you company, if you'd like." He said wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"I really don't think that's necessary. And if I'm paying all of my attention to you, I won't really be keeping an eye Ron."
"Alright. I'll see you later, Hermione, love." Draco said leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her lips. He smiled as he saw Ron's face. "Weasley." He nodded, and with a pop he was gone.
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It had been a week since Ron had woken up, and Hermione had insisted that it was best that he go home and start work as soon as the weekend was over. He had managed successfully for three days, to keep Hermione from her dates with Malfoy.
First it was that he wasn't feeling well. The second night he had insisted that he needed to talk to her, and the rest of the night was spent in silence, except for her television.
This night, however, Ron had stooped to an all time low. He was enjoying a nice warm bath, when he heard the voices. Hermione insisted that he keep the bathroom door open so she could hear him if he needed her for anything.
He looked to the door as her head poked through. "I'm going out with Draco tonight. I'll be back in a bit." She began to walk towards the door, and Ron said the only thing that he could think of.
"Wait Hermione! I need your help!'
She turned around as her eyes widened. "You need help bathing?" She asked as her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.
"Uh, yes. My arm hurts every time I try to reach my back. See?" He tried touching his back and flinched as he faked the pain.
She sighed and set her purse down. "Ron, tomorrow, you're leaving here. I'm not going to be around to scrub your back then." She walked to the bathroom door.
"What? You're not really going to help him, are you?" Draco asked angrily, as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"He asked for my help. It will only take a minute, Draco." She said rolling up her sleeves.
"He's been making excuses every time I've come over. Isn't it a little suspicious that he happens to be sick every time I come here?"
"Don't be such a jerk. He's hurt."
"Please. He's faking it. He just doesn't want to see you going out with me."
"That's not true! Is it Ron?" He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Look at that! He's obviously jealous! He doesn't want me to have his leftovers."
Hermione's eyes widened as she took a step closer to him. "I am NOT Ron's leftovers." Her eyes flashed angrily as she poked him in the chest.
"He obviously thinks so." He said pointing at Ron. "He seems to think he still has a chance with you. I don't know why he would want one though, not after what you did to him."
She quickly reached up and slapped the side of Draco's face as she grabbed her purse and ran towards the door.
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I know this chapter is poorly written, but it's been a while and I need to get back into the writing groove. This was kind of short and straight to the point, but I'm glad I finally got something out. Please review.