Ron had never been so mad in his entire life when Hermione had told him and Harry what had happen with Malfoy; Hermione had known that he would react that way, and that was why she hadn't told them about it at first.

"That foul bastard!" Ron said throwing a book through the room. Then sitting down next to Harry, who was as angry as Ron, but who was better to disguise it.

"It's not your fault his dad was a death eater…" Hermione nodded, she knew that, but it was still disturbing that he'd said that it was her he hated the most, than the three of them. She was still thinking about it three hours later, and she could still hear his words ringing in her ears, it was very disturbing.

"Hermione, are you ok?" Harry asked when they were about to do their defence against the dark arts homework; she hadn't even done half of what Harry and Ron had done, and it would ordinary be the other way around. She just nodded and tried to concentrate, but as she failed she couldn't help but glance over at Ron's' paper, which was now done and scattered over the table.

"Oy! What are you trying at?" Ron said and snatched his essay away from Hermione's' sight.

"What? Oh, I was just trying to see if you'd spelled your words right…" she said, blushing that she'd been caught.

"Yeah, right. If you wanted to copy my paper, couldn't you just ask?" Ron said with a smile, Harry rolling his eyes and seeing where this was going.

"I was not copying!" She cried and poked Ron in the arm with her quill, and Ron replied by holding an ink bottle dangerously near her hair. She screeched and dived at him.

From the back of the room Lavender and Parvati came into focus and shouted as the struggle between Ron and Hermione was over; "Hermione and Ron sitting in a tree, k i s s i n g!" what was followed by loads of giggles. - Hermione just wanted to sink through the floor whiles Ron stood up starring at the two girls with open mouth and looked awfully ridiculous, and was as red as a tomato in his face.

"I wish Colin was here with his camera; if you two could just see your faces!" Harry said, bending over with laughter when he saw Ron's' facial expression. But as Ron didn't think it was even a mere funny, he ran up to the dormitory and didn't speak to either Hermione or Harry for the rest of the evening.

After a week of classes and loads of homework, Saturday came as a blessing. Hermione had been doing so much homework even she had to admit that it was ridiculous to take that many subjects, but Ron couldn't make her hate artimancy as much as he tried.

They sat outside in the sun, just in front of the lake where there wasn't a single soul except them in sight. And they didn't even have to say anything; they just sat there in silence.

Though Harry and Ron seemed to enjoy the peace, but something was distracting Hermione from keeping her head clear; a voice saying harsh words.

She heard footsteps behind the trees they were sitting in front, and soon voices. Harry and Ron heard them to, and they sat there quietly so they could hear what was saying.

"… Draco, you haven't talked to me in a week. What's wrong?" Pansy Parkinson said to the blonde boy next to her, who didn't look as dedicated to the conversation as the girl did.

"Nothing, and can you stop following me… it's awfully annoying." He waved his hand, so she would go away, but she didn't.

"Look, I don't want you hanging around me every single second of my life, you're a tick! – stop ticking me."

Harry actually laughed at this, but when Hermione turned to look at the scene before them, she panicked.

"Did you hear that?" He asked, the now weeping girl standing next to him. She looked around but then turned and left. Malfoy stepped closer to where Hermione and the guys were sitting, but it seemed like he couldn't see them, but he stood still for what seemed minutes; and Hermione couldn't take her eyes of him; his face. His eyes were almost totally covered by his blonde hair, but they were icy blue, his mouth was very lined and she noticed that he was actually very god looking. She had never noticed it before, maybe because she had never had the opportunity to look at him before.

They were moving along the corridor to the great hall; Ron and Harry were starving and couldn't talk about anything but food at the moment. So Hermione was left with her thoughts, and her eyes darted to a person sitting across the room. Harry and Ron were to busy to notice her starring; but she didn't even notice herself.

- He was leaning against the table, faced in her direction. He looked awfully bored and just nodded as Pansy was talking to him; she had obviously gotten over his outburst on her. He drew a hand through his hair, sighed and looked around. He took an apple and took a bite, but stopped when he caught Hermione's eye. She was horror struck that he had noticed, but she couldn't bring herself to break away.

"Granger!" Malfoy was now walking towards her, still holding the green apple in his hand.

Harry turned around, and grabbed his wand. But Hermione took his hand and squeezed it hard, 'not here' she thought.

"Granger, why are you starring at me? I demand to know!" He said looking down at her.

"I.. I was just…"

"Well, stare at Weasel here instead. Everybody knows he fancies you, though I don't understand why…" He took another a bite of his apple.

"Sod of Malfoy!" Ron said standing up. The other students in the hall were now breaking their conversations to look what was going on, huddling around the four.

"Ooh, cocky aren't we…" He smiled, and passed glances down at Hermione, who was now hiding her face in her hands.

"Why don't you just join your filth of a father in Azkaban!" He screamed, making both Harry and Hermione jump in their seats.

"Shut up Weasel…" Malfoy said softly, looking a little pale. And out of nowhere he raised his wand. But not as fast as Ron, and he opened his mouth and said the first spell he could think of:

"Memoria Inrapture!!"

…A white shimmer came bursting out of the top of Ron's' wand, looking as if the wind of light was about to knock Malfoy of his feet; but his body stayed put where he was standing, but he was now on his knees and his head jerked back and the green apple was thrown through the air. It looked like he was struck by a power wave of a patronus. And when it stopped, there was just a white cloud around him, and nothing seemed to happen. Draco stayed put, but two transparent figures came into sight, and like a reflection in the middle of the hall, had a sort of room Hermione had never seen before appeared.

You could now see who the two transparent figures were; Draco and his father. They were standing in the transparent room, and the 'real' Draco was still in the middle of it, his head back with open eyes.

Everyone was standing still, waiting for something to happen.

"Do you know what you have done!?" Malfoy senior said harsh to the boy standing before him, who looked his right age, but looked very small at the same time.

"No, I don't." Draco said, looking down the entire time, biting his lip.

"oh, you don't do you. I can't imagine how I could get such a dumb child; it must have come from your mother… "

"Dad..." His father stopped pacing and looked at his son.

"What did you call me?!"

"I mean sir."

Hermione was now holding Ron's' arm very tightly, and he hadn't lowered his wand yet. It was totally quiet in the hall.

"For a sixteen year old, you're very daft."

Lucius didn't take his eyes of Draco for several minutes, it seemed like mind you, but then he turned around. Draco sighed of relief but got a horrid expression on his face when his father whipped around and slapped his son hard across the face, so heard he fell down.

Hermione covered her eyes, and several kids in the hall protested loudly, and wanted it to stop. Everyone eyed the hall after a teacher, but there were none.

The transparent Draco took his hand from his face, and the hand was full of blood. His lip had slashed as his fathers ring had made contact. His father's eyes were totally cold.

"Erase Memoria!"

The memory ended, and Ferrah Rawlins the DA teacher ran to catch the 'real' Draco, who was about to fall onto his back. He lay with open eyes; his head dangling form her arms. He had a cut in his lip, as he had in the memory.

"You there!" She pointed at two random students. "Get the headmaster and Madame Pomfrey, hurry!"

The crowd was now moving to get even closer, speaking rather loudly. Both Harry, Hermione and the people around them was starring at Ron, who now lowered his wand. Hermione stepped closer to the two people on the floor, and kneeling beside them.

"Professor, is there anything I can do?" Hermione asked trembling, as professor Rawlins tried to shake some life into the very pale Malfoy.

"Yes, you can hold him while I go to see where the bloody nurse is!" She said very angry, angry over the situation, and laid Draco in Hermione's' arms. Hermione had no idea what to do; she was scared and he looked so pale.

"Wake up." She said softly, running a hand at the side of his head, down his cheek. "Wake up." Another girl said, standing in front of them. It was Pansy.

There were sounds of footsteps coming through the hall, and professor Dumbledore stepped through the crowd and knelt down beside Hermione and Malfoy. Along came a fuming Madame Pomfrey and after that professor Rawlins who made her way over to Ron.

"How is he Poppy?" Dumbledore asked in a calm voice.

"Oh dear, he is just asleep. But we should carry him up to the hospital wing."

The crowd cleared and the only thing that was left in the great hall at dinner was the green apple lying on the floor.

don't worry, more coming soon. either you like it or not, it is coming. :D