Three's a Crowd
by Ankhsattva.
Disclaimer: Hermione, Draco, Ron, and any other characters featured in this are no property of mine.
NOTES: This is a Ron/Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. Simple as that.
Hermione gnawed the top of her pen anxiously as she scanned the book before her, drinking in as much information as she could. She wasn't at all aware that two people were watching her.
"She's tired," Ron commented, folding his arm and creasing his eyebrows.
"A simple class test and she immediatedly worries. You know what she's like," Harry replied. "Leave her to it. It makes her feel better."
"Don't know about you but I don't feel like dealing with a cranky Hermione tomorrow, do you?"
Harry considered it, "Have to admit, you're right there.. but look at her." They both glanced at the girl, who by now had her head so close to the pages of the book that Harry wondered if she could even read them. "Nothing will drag her away from those books."
"S'true," Ron shrugged, absentmindedly blowing some hair out his eyes.
Both boys started as a blond wizard strutted past them and into the library. Ron gave Harry a frustrated look and rolled his eyes before taking a few steps towards Hermione.
"Your eyesight will go wonky," Draco drawled, leaning on Hermione's chair. Hermione jumped and stared at Draco, eyes cold. "Then you'll be stuck with glasses and you'll look even worse." He paused, a malicious smile crawling over his features. "If that's even possible."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Ron said in the bravest voice he could muster. It still sounded more like a squeak.
"Ooh, look at Carrot-top, standing up for his girlfriend," Draco taunted.
Hermione gave a sigh of frustration, gathered up her books and swept out of the library, Harry tottering after her, trying to console her. Ron and Draco were left to glare at eachother.
"Not very good at making your girlfriend feel better, are you?" Draco said lazily, sitting down in Hermione's now empty chair, and leaning back.
"She's not my girlfriend," Ron growled, clenching his fists, and feeling himself turning red.
Draco gave a low laugh. "No, my mistake. You couldn't get a girlfriend if you were rich, and famous. Not with that face."
"I'm more likely to get Hermione as my girlfriend," Ron retorted hotly, "than you."
Draco was silent for a few moments, as if defeated. Then he sat up slowly and looked at Ron, head cocked a little. "Want to bet on that?"
Ron looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"
"Well.. " Draco leaned back again. "We'll have a little contest. See who can get Hermione first."
"You mean.. who can kiss her first?" Ron thought for a few seconds, then shook his head indignantly. "No! I'm not playing with her feelings like that!" He began to walk away but Draco called after him,
"So she's mine for the picking then?"
Ron stamped back to Draco. "I never said that. Why are you so interested in Hermione anyway? I thought you hated her."
"I do," Draco said, his lip curling. "But I want to prove I'm right, Weasley. Think of how I could tease you." His eyes glittered.
"Well, I'm not doing it," Ron said determindedly.
Draco put his arms behind his head. "Fine. She's mine then. Thanks, Weasley." He snuck a sideways glance at Ron and was pleased to see the redhead fuming.
"Listen, you little-" Ron cut himself off, and pursed his lips. "Alright, Malfoy, the bet is on. I'll show you."
No, Weasley. I'll show you, Draco thought smugly to himself as Ron walked away.
by Ankhsattva.
Disclaimer: Hermione, Draco, Ron, and any other characters featured in this are no property of mine.
NOTES: This is a Ron/Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. Simple as that.
Hermione gnawed the top of her pen anxiously as she scanned the book before her, drinking in as much information as she could. She wasn't at all aware that two people were watching her.
"She's tired," Ron commented, folding his arm and creasing his eyebrows.
"A simple class test and she immediatedly worries. You know what she's like," Harry replied. "Leave her to it. It makes her feel better."
"Don't know about you but I don't feel like dealing with a cranky Hermione tomorrow, do you?"
Harry considered it, "Have to admit, you're right there.. but look at her." They both glanced at the girl, who by now had her head so close to the pages of the book that Harry wondered if she could even read them. "Nothing will drag her away from those books."
"S'true," Ron shrugged, absentmindedly blowing some hair out his eyes.
Both boys started as a blond wizard strutted past them and into the library. Ron gave Harry a frustrated look and rolled his eyes before taking a few steps towards Hermione.
"Your eyesight will go wonky," Draco drawled, leaning on Hermione's chair. Hermione jumped and stared at Draco, eyes cold. "Then you'll be stuck with glasses and you'll look even worse." He paused, a malicious smile crawling over his features. "If that's even possible."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Ron said in the bravest voice he could muster. It still sounded more like a squeak.
"Ooh, look at Carrot-top, standing up for his girlfriend," Draco taunted.
Hermione gave a sigh of frustration, gathered up her books and swept out of the library, Harry tottering after her, trying to console her. Ron and Draco were left to glare at eachother.
"Not very good at making your girlfriend feel better, are you?" Draco said lazily, sitting down in Hermione's now empty chair, and leaning back.
"She's not my girlfriend," Ron growled, clenching his fists, and feeling himself turning red.
Draco gave a low laugh. "No, my mistake. You couldn't get a girlfriend if you were rich, and famous. Not with that face."
"I'm more likely to get Hermione as my girlfriend," Ron retorted hotly, "than you."
Draco was silent for a few moments, as if defeated. Then he sat up slowly and looked at Ron, head cocked a little. "Want to bet on that?"
Ron looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"
"Well.. " Draco leaned back again. "We'll have a little contest. See who can get Hermione first."
"You mean.. who can kiss her first?" Ron thought for a few seconds, then shook his head indignantly. "No! I'm not playing with her feelings like that!" He began to walk away but Draco called after him,
"So she's mine for the picking then?"
Ron stamped back to Draco. "I never said that. Why are you so interested in Hermione anyway? I thought you hated her."
"I do," Draco said, his lip curling. "But I want to prove I'm right, Weasley. Think of how I could tease you." His eyes glittered.
"Well, I'm not doing it," Ron said determindedly.
Draco put his arms behind his head. "Fine. She's mine then. Thanks, Weasley." He snuck a sideways glance at Ron and was pleased to see the redhead fuming.
"Listen, you little-" Ron cut himself off, and pursed his lips. "Alright, Malfoy, the bet is on. I'll show you."
No, Weasley. I'll show you, Draco thought smugly to himself as Ron walked away.
