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Hermione's blood froze. Her heart stopped beating. Who was it? Draco's body stiffened above hers, and Hermione could feel his body go cold.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" the voice shouted, quite disgusted.
Hermione did not look up.
"I thought you were better than this 'Mione..." the voice said again, angry.
Hermione winced at the use of her nickname. It had to be one of her friends, only her friends used that...
"Look at me, Hermione." The voice ordered coldly.
Hermione gently pushed Draco off her and rose up into a sitting position. She gasped, her stomach sinking, her happiness of being with Draco vanished.
"R- Ron?" she sputtered, surprised to see him. "How did you get in here?" Ron was not a Slytherin and Hermione had no idea how he got the password.
"Get out of here, Weasel!" Draco shouted, regaining a little color in his face.
"What were you doing to Hermione?" Ron demanded.
"N - Nothing, he wasn't doing anything!" Hermione said hurriedly. "Let's go Ron." She jumped off the couch giving Ron a full view of her lacy, black bra. Ron blushed and averted his eyes only to look back again.
"Here's your shirt, 'Mione," Draco said, handing Hermione her shirt. He did not seem embarrassed to be found doing...
What were they doing? Just kissing? Or was it more? What would of happened if Ron hadn't been there?
The shirt hung limply and Hermione's hand, her forehead furrowed in thought.
"I'm staying," she said simply. Her lust was too much to control, she needed Draco, and she wanted Draco.
"WHAT?" Ron asked, his voice cold. "You're staying with, this - this...THING?"
"He is not a thing!" Hermione snapped. Ron was becoming extremely annoying and protective. Not to mention jealous.
"How did you get in here Weasel?" Draco questioned. Ron had no way of knowing the password unless...
"Pansy." Ron said, looking smug.
"P- PANSY?!" Draco sputtered, his eyes popping out of his head.
"Yeah."
"I WILL KILL HER!" Draco roared. "PANSY IS DEAD MEAT!"
"So is Hermione," Ron spat. "Wait till Harry hears. To think he was worried about you."
"Harry was worried about me?" Hermione asked softly.
"That's right. When you disappeared with Draco he sent me after you. He didn't know you WANTED to come." Ron shot a look of pure venom at both Hermione and Draco.
Draco glared back at Ron, daring him to make the first move. Hermione could feel the tension between them so she got up and pushed Ron towards the door.
"I think it's time you left," she said flatly.
"You're coming with me."
"Me?" Hermione looked surprised and angry at the same time. "Look Ron, I'm not your little sister. You CANNOT boss me around. I'll do as I wish. NOW LEAVE."
Ron's face began to turn red. "I'm looking out for you, Hermione! I don't want you to get hurt by hanging out with scum like this!" He jerked his head towards Draco.
"Go away Ron," Hermione said, disgusted. She turned and tried to walk away but something was holding her back.
She looked at her wrist that was being held by Ron. His grip was like iron, his face looking uncomfortable yet stubborn. Hermione yanked her arm but Ron did not budge. At all.
"What's your problem?" Hermione hissed, looking around for Draco. He was gone.
"You're coming with me."
"I'm not."
Ron smirked. "You are." He started to walk, pulling Hermione along, her arm feeling like it was going to be ripped off.
"STOP IT RON!" Hermione shouted.
"NO."
Tears streamed down her face. Ron was being so stupid and frustrating, and her arm...
"Why are you doing this?!" Hermione screeched.
"Because Harry wouldn't."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Yes it does." His grip on her wrist tightened. "Hurry up."
Hermione started walking fast, her hands searching for her wand. Where was it?!
She came to an abrupt stop. Ron growled and turned around. Hermione's wand was pointed directly in his face.
"You are sick. If you want to live a long life you'll do the smart thing and LET GO OF ME."
Ron looked into Hermione's face to see if she was serious. Her usual good- natured face looked hard and disgusted, and he saw some streaks of dried tears.
His hand slowly let go of her wrist, his face red. How could he have been so stupid?! It was all...
Draco's fault.
"Hermione - I -,"
"Never speak to me again."
"Come on 'Mione I didn't mean to...I just - uh - lost control."
"Yes, you did. Now you best leave me ALONE before I loose MY control."
"Hermione."
She did not reply. With a twirl of a cloak she disappeared down the corridor.
*
"I HATE HIM!" Hermione fumed. "He is so bloody STUPID!"
"What happened?" Harry asked wearily. "Who do you hate?"
"Ron."
Harry looked up at Hermione, startled. "What did Ron do?"
Hermione thrust her wrist into Harry's face. It was red, with nail marks and some blood.
"Who did that?!"
"Who do you think?"
"No," Harry said, realizing what Hermione was saying. "Ron wouldn't do that..."
Hermione snorted. Unladylike, but she didn't care. "He sure did."
"What did you do?" Harry inquired, staring at her.
The pink that formed on Hermione's cheeks made Harry think she was doing something...private.
"Where is he now?" Harry asked urgently.
"Who cares," Hermione said, shrugging.
"I DO."
Hermione and Harry glared at each. Finally -
"I don't care where he is. And I don't KNOW where he is."
Harry leapt off the couch and head out of the common room. Faintly, he could hear Hermione mutter, "I hope he's hurting.
*
Ron was hurting. Hurting badly.
Harry ran down the hall calling Ron's name. He was worried about his best friend...his behavior had been very odd lately...
"RON?!" Harry shouted at the sight of his friend's motionless body. His wrists were covered in blood and his body faintly twitched every few seconds.
Harry ran over quickly and lifted his friend up. "Ron? RON? ARE YOU OK?!"
No reply.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP! RON - HE'S HURT!"
A black robe swept into the hallway and stopped near Harry. "Potter," Snape said acidly. "What is the meaning of this shouting?"
"Professor Snape! Ron, he's hurt!"
Snape bent down his face tight and drawn. "He is seriously injured. I will take him to the hospital wing. Perhaps you should tell Granger what has happened."
Harry glanced at the Potions teacher, surprised. He was almost acting nice...
"GET MOVING, POTTER!" Snape shouted.
*
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, scampering over to Harry. He looked devastated.
Harry shook his head.
"What is it?" Hermione persisted. If something had happened to Draco...
"It's Ron."
"Oh," Hermione's voice lost its concern. "What about him?"
"He's..." Harry searched for the right word. "Injured."
"Really?" Hermione tried to hide a smile. "I hope it is really hurting him."
"Hermione!" Harry said, shocked. She was being extremely mean ESPECIALLY to someone who cared so much about her.
"What?" she snapped.
"You don't understand. Ron is seriously hurt! He could...die."
Hermione's breath stopped.
"What happened?"
Harry turned his head away, ashamed of the tears in his eyes. "No one knows."
Hermione's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of her chair. "Where is he?"
"In the Hospital Wing."
"Why isn't he at St. Mungo's?"
"He's too badly injured to be moved. Healers from St. Mungo's arrived a few minutes ago to help Madame Pomfrey."
Hermione looked at her knees. Tears formed in her brown eyes - was Ron's injury her fault? Hadn't she WISHED he were hurt?
"Will he...be ok?"
"It's too early to tell."
*
Hermione picked at her dinner. She was sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, everyone else keeping their distance. Professor McGonagall had told the other students that she needed time alone but that wasn't true. She needed someone to talk to.
Harry had gone to see Ron in the Hospital Wing. Hermione had yet to see him. She felt like she had caused him the pain he was suffering and she couldn't bear to see him injured so.
Hermione sighed. She was hungry but she wasn't. She couldn't concentrate on her food. Her thoughts kept straying back to Ron. Cherry pie was his favorite dessert...
"'Mione!" Draco said, ruffling her hair. "How are ya?"
"Fine," Hermione replied, flatly.
"My - my," Draco teased. "Aren't we friendly?"
"I'm just worried about -,"
"Ron."
"Right."
"Don't be."
"What?"
"Worried."
"Why not?"
"Nothing SERIOUS happened to him."
"How would you know?"
"I have connections."
"Don't tease me, Draco Malfoy."
"Why not? It's so much fun."
"What happened to Ron?"
"Who cares? He's just a slimy Weasel."
"Ron happens to be one of my best friends."
"Yeah, sure!" Draco said, laughing. "That's why he was treating you like a little girl earlier."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Draco interrupted.
"Anyway, he's been taken care of. He won't be interfering anymore."
Hermione did not like the tone of his voice. Draco acted as if HE had been the one to hurt Ron...
"It was you."
Draco looked puzzled.
"You hurt Ron."
"WHAT?!"
"YOU DID!" Hermione shouted, jumping up. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!"
"'Mione!" Draco said, weakly.
"Never talk to me again."
A/N: Ok, what the heck happened in this chapter? This one is definitely weird, I hope you guys like it! You know, the more reviews I get the faster and longer chapters I write! 333
Hermione's blood froze. Her heart stopped beating. Who was it? Draco's body stiffened above hers, and Hermione could feel his body go cold.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" the voice shouted, quite disgusted.
Hermione did not look up.
"I thought you were better than this 'Mione..." the voice said again, angry.
Hermione winced at the use of her nickname. It had to be one of her friends, only her friends used that...
"Look at me, Hermione." The voice ordered coldly.
Hermione gently pushed Draco off her and rose up into a sitting position. She gasped, her stomach sinking, her happiness of being with Draco vanished.
"R- Ron?" she sputtered, surprised to see him. "How did you get in here?" Ron was not a Slytherin and Hermione had no idea how he got the password.
"Get out of here, Weasel!" Draco shouted, regaining a little color in his face.
"What were you doing to Hermione?" Ron demanded.
"N - Nothing, he wasn't doing anything!" Hermione said hurriedly. "Let's go Ron." She jumped off the couch giving Ron a full view of her lacy, black bra. Ron blushed and averted his eyes only to look back again.
"Here's your shirt, 'Mione," Draco said, handing Hermione her shirt. He did not seem embarrassed to be found doing...
What were they doing? Just kissing? Or was it more? What would of happened if Ron hadn't been there?
The shirt hung limply and Hermione's hand, her forehead furrowed in thought.
"I'm staying," she said simply. Her lust was too much to control, she needed Draco, and she wanted Draco.
"WHAT?" Ron asked, his voice cold. "You're staying with, this - this...THING?"
"He is not a thing!" Hermione snapped. Ron was becoming extremely annoying and protective. Not to mention jealous.
"How did you get in here Weasel?" Draco questioned. Ron had no way of knowing the password unless...
"Pansy." Ron said, looking smug.
"P- PANSY?!" Draco sputtered, his eyes popping out of his head.
"Yeah."
"I WILL KILL HER!" Draco roared. "PANSY IS DEAD MEAT!"
"So is Hermione," Ron spat. "Wait till Harry hears. To think he was worried about you."
"Harry was worried about me?" Hermione asked softly.
"That's right. When you disappeared with Draco he sent me after you. He didn't know you WANTED to come." Ron shot a look of pure venom at both Hermione and Draco.
Draco glared back at Ron, daring him to make the first move. Hermione could feel the tension between them so she got up and pushed Ron towards the door.
"I think it's time you left," she said flatly.
"You're coming with me."
"Me?" Hermione looked surprised and angry at the same time. "Look Ron, I'm not your little sister. You CANNOT boss me around. I'll do as I wish. NOW LEAVE."
Ron's face began to turn red. "I'm looking out for you, Hermione! I don't want you to get hurt by hanging out with scum like this!" He jerked his head towards Draco.
"Go away Ron," Hermione said, disgusted. She turned and tried to walk away but something was holding her back.
She looked at her wrist that was being held by Ron. His grip was like iron, his face looking uncomfortable yet stubborn. Hermione yanked her arm but Ron did not budge. At all.
"What's your problem?" Hermione hissed, looking around for Draco. He was gone.
"You're coming with me."
"I'm not."
Ron smirked. "You are." He started to walk, pulling Hermione along, her arm feeling like it was going to be ripped off.
"STOP IT RON!" Hermione shouted.
"NO."
Tears streamed down her face. Ron was being so stupid and frustrating, and her arm...
"Why are you doing this?!" Hermione screeched.
"Because Harry wouldn't."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Yes it does." His grip on her wrist tightened. "Hurry up."
Hermione started walking fast, her hands searching for her wand. Where was it?!
She came to an abrupt stop. Ron growled and turned around. Hermione's wand was pointed directly in his face.
"You are sick. If you want to live a long life you'll do the smart thing and LET GO OF ME."
Ron looked into Hermione's face to see if she was serious. Her usual good- natured face looked hard and disgusted, and he saw some streaks of dried tears.
His hand slowly let go of her wrist, his face red. How could he have been so stupid?! It was all...
Draco's fault.
"Hermione - I -,"
"Never speak to me again."
"Come on 'Mione I didn't mean to...I just - uh - lost control."
"Yes, you did. Now you best leave me ALONE before I loose MY control."
"Hermione."
She did not reply. With a twirl of a cloak she disappeared down the corridor.
*
"I HATE HIM!" Hermione fumed. "He is so bloody STUPID!"
"What happened?" Harry asked wearily. "Who do you hate?"
"Ron."
Harry looked up at Hermione, startled. "What did Ron do?"
Hermione thrust her wrist into Harry's face. It was red, with nail marks and some blood.
"Who did that?!"
"Who do you think?"
"No," Harry said, realizing what Hermione was saying. "Ron wouldn't do that..."
Hermione snorted. Unladylike, but she didn't care. "He sure did."
"What did you do?" Harry inquired, staring at her.
The pink that formed on Hermione's cheeks made Harry think she was doing something...private.
"Where is he now?" Harry asked urgently.
"Who cares," Hermione said, shrugging.
"I DO."
Hermione and Harry glared at each. Finally -
"I don't care where he is. And I don't KNOW where he is."
Harry leapt off the couch and head out of the common room. Faintly, he could hear Hermione mutter, "I hope he's hurting.
*
Ron was hurting. Hurting badly.
Harry ran down the hall calling Ron's name. He was worried about his best friend...his behavior had been very odd lately...
"RON?!" Harry shouted at the sight of his friend's motionless body. His wrists were covered in blood and his body faintly twitched every few seconds.
Harry ran over quickly and lifted his friend up. "Ron? RON? ARE YOU OK?!"
No reply.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP! RON - HE'S HURT!"
A black robe swept into the hallway and stopped near Harry. "Potter," Snape said acidly. "What is the meaning of this shouting?"
"Professor Snape! Ron, he's hurt!"
Snape bent down his face tight and drawn. "He is seriously injured. I will take him to the hospital wing. Perhaps you should tell Granger what has happened."
Harry glanced at the Potions teacher, surprised. He was almost acting nice...
"GET MOVING, POTTER!" Snape shouted.
*
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, scampering over to Harry. He looked devastated.
Harry shook his head.
"What is it?" Hermione persisted. If something had happened to Draco...
"It's Ron."
"Oh," Hermione's voice lost its concern. "What about him?"
"He's..." Harry searched for the right word. "Injured."
"Really?" Hermione tried to hide a smile. "I hope it is really hurting him."
"Hermione!" Harry said, shocked. She was being extremely mean ESPECIALLY to someone who cared so much about her.
"What?" she snapped.
"You don't understand. Ron is seriously hurt! He could...die."
Hermione's breath stopped.
"What happened?"
Harry turned his head away, ashamed of the tears in his eyes. "No one knows."
Hermione's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of her chair. "Where is he?"
"In the Hospital Wing."
"Why isn't he at St. Mungo's?"
"He's too badly injured to be moved. Healers from St. Mungo's arrived a few minutes ago to help Madame Pomfrey."
Hermione looked at her knees. Tears formed in her brown eyes - was Ron's injury her fault? Hadn't she WISHED he were hurt?
"Will he...be ok?"
"It's too early to tell."
*
Hermione picked at her dinner. She was sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, everyone else keeping their distance. Professor McGonagall had told the other students that she needed time alone but that wasn't true. She needed someone to talk to.
Harry had gone to see Ron in the Hospital Wing. Hermione had yet to see him. She felt like she had caused him the pain he was suffering and she couldn't bear to see him injured so.
Hermione sighed. She was hungry but she wasn't. She couldn't concentrate on her food. Her thoughts kept straying back to Ron. Cherry pie was his favorite dessert...
"'Mione!" Draco said, ruffling her hair. "How are ya?"
"Fine," Hermione replied, flatly.
"My - my," Draco teased. "Aren't we friendly?"
"I'm just worried about -,"
"Ron."
"Right."
"Don't be."
"What?"
"Worried."
"Why not?"
"Nothing SERIOUS happened to him."
"How would you know?"
"I have connections."
"Don't tease me, Draco Malfoy."
"Why not? It's so much fun."
"What happened to Ron?"
"Who cares? He's just a slimy Weasel."
"Ron happens to be one of my best friends."
"Yeah, sure!" Draco said, laughing. "That's why he was treating you like a little girl earlier."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Draco interrupted.
"Anyway, he's been taken care of. He won't be interfering anymore."
Hermione did not like the tone of his voice. Draco acted as if HE had been the one to hurt Ron...
"It was you."
Draco looked puzzled.
"You hurt Ron."
"WHAT?!"
"YOU DID!" Hermione shouted, jumping up. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!"
"'Mione!" Draco said, weakly.
"Never talk to me again."
A/N: Ok, what the heck happened in this chapter? This one is definitely weird, I hope you guys like it! You know, the more reviews I get the faster and longer chapters I write! 333