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Title: The ExtremeAuthor: Enchanted Ink

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the indica of J. K. Rowling and the Warner Bros. Association; NOT ME.

Summary: H. A. Granger is in love- with the youngest male Weasley. There is one problem. Ron is no longer an innocent, awkward boy, and she has come to the conclusion that he is after another girl... Her enemy is a master in the art of relationships, and she will do anything for his council.

Rating: PG-13 for possible:

-Language

-Sexual Content

-Violence

-Drugs &/or Alcohol

Extra Info.: Words in italic indicate thought or emphasis on the given term. I am aware of the fact that Draco Malfoy's eyes are usually referred to as blue. A love handle is a body characteristic people develop when they are gaining weight and their stomachs are no longer flat.

A/N: I would like to thank everyone who contributed their time to R/R. I appreciate your effort.

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"Of all of the preposterous assumptions!" Hermione gasped in what she prayed dearly was an indignant manner. She suddenly felt threatened. Her love for Ron Weasley was not information Draco Malfoy should have in his greedy clutches. Horror sped through her body as the possibilities flashed through her mind. Her main concern was blackmail.

"Granger! I'm shocked. I thought that you of all people were above... Lies."

I was, but your nasty habits are contagious, Hermione wanted to hiss, but she knew that if anybody was going to win the verbal feud that might possibly occur, it would not be her. How does he know I'm lying? Thankfully, Draco seemed bored with the one-sided banter and moved on to another topic.

"Can't you dance?"

"Of course I can." Now she was indignant, and then humiliated because she knew what she considered dancing others would consider... Something all together different.

"Well then."

"Well then what?" Hermione swallowed.

"Prove it." She knew, by the expression in his eyes, that Draco was enjoying himself thoroughly. If I'm going suffer through this embarrassment, I might as well get a rise out of Ron at the same time, and with this thought she pulled her enemy's hand into her own clutches and drew him closer. As she glanced at his face once more, she noticed that his brown eyes looked alarmed, but only for a few short seconds.

With cheeks the shade of crimson, Hermione began to move. She held Draco's warm hands up and swayed forward, then back, a move she had observed at her aunt's fourth wedding. Draco's hands finally gripped his partner's in return and he moved too, first to the left and then to the right in a circular motion. Although they were both facing each other, the eye contact Draco made was not returned. She was glancing over his shoulder in Ron's direction, to Ron and the annoyingly pretty person who was still in his company. Draco sighed.

"That's truly pathetic, Granger. You have absolutely no taste. Awww, maybe you could buy his heart, the poor guy would be all over you then."

The blonde caught a flash of anger in Hermione's eye, and she remembered the time she had smacked him in the face during third year for his mistreatment of Hagrid, not only the gamekeeper but her dear friend. Suddenly, she placed the heel of her foot onto Draco's toe roughly, satisfied when a wince of pain was spotted. In the most menacing voice she could muster she said, "Your such a little boy. I knew it was too much for you, being civil."

Before he could say one word, she was walking to the bar. He grinned easily. Hermione was more like a Slytherin than she knew, and the fact that she... Desired Ron was more than a little repulsive to him.

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Ron Weasley had the young, black-haired girl in his arms, a young woman who he had seen before at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He knew she was in Hufflepuff. He knew that she was exceptionally good-looking. However, other than that, he didn't seem to know anything about her. What Ron did know was that she was quickly becoming his newest infatuation.

Fred and George Weasley had spirit. It was their nature to be the cause of universal trouble. Ron, however, was usually more... Well, he was what Fred and George weren't. Suddenly, that changed. He was in a strange metamorphosis. Quidditch was not more than just a mere hobby, it was huge. His room was one giant Quidditch pitch. Not only that, but he had a vast interest in the opposite sex. This was surprising, yes, but what was even more astounding was the fact that the opposite sex seemed to have taken an interest in him. He supposed this had something to do with the fact that he had gone through some major physical changes. He was modest in public, but in front of the mirror he could not help his cockiness; he felt more self-confident than ever.

Glancing around the club, he saw familiar brown curls. Hermione! What on earth would she be doing at The Extreme? He grimaced as he remembered her dancing technique with Viktor Krum at the Yule Ball in fourth year. Shaking his head to clear the image, he told the black-haired girl, Erika Swan, that he was thirsty. Being the clingy witch she was, she came along. Ron wanted to avoid Hermione, but he knew that if he didn't say hello he would get an ear-load later.

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Ron. Hermione. Erika Swan?! Draco watched the scene unfold with uncanny attention. His entire body was stiff with alertness. He had seen Weasley with his dance partner, but he had only seen the girl from behind. She was a pureblood in Hufflepuff, which was a bad combination in his opinion, but he had possessed an interest in her ever since the beginning of his sixth year. Now he was charging into seventh. He had made plans for action, and currently... Well, he didn't know what happened now. Maybe his assumptions were false.

Draco did know one thing. He knew more about Erika than Ron did. He had a habit of noticing all of the little details, about everybody. Hermione, however, was a different story.

Story. That's all she seems to do, read. But I don't think that's all there is to her. She surprises me, Granger does. Like the fact that she slapped me, and stepped on my foot. That was impressive. But I never would've thought I'd see her at a dance club, with a dance move to match. And I never thought she'd fall for somebody who isn't even half as intelligent as she is. Potter and Weasley annoy the hell out of me, but maybe she would be willing to form a... an... an alliance. We could help each other... His mind began to churn with the possibilities.

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"Um... Hermione." Ron's voice held a hint of nervousness, and she raised her eyebrows at this unexpected caution.

"Hello Ron. And..." She tried not to glare at his accomplice.

"Erika." She provided. Hermione suddenly felt self-conscious as the girl gave her a once-over and then hosted an expression that clearly stated she thought Hermione wasn't a threat.

I'll just call her the competition. I don't love her, so I'll just speak to the one I do.

"I haven't seen Pig in a while."

"Yeah."

I thought perhaps a cold approach could result in an apology, but I guess not. She turned to leave.

"Wait." Finally.

"Um... I'll see you later, okay? You're staying at the Leaky Cauldron, right?" Does Ron honestly think this is an acceptable conversation? That's sickening!

"No, actually I came to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies before Spain. I'll see you at Hogwarts." This was a lie. However, Hermione felt the need to tell it in order to sort out her feelings, and how she was going to handle them when nine months of seeing him came into play. When she turned this time, he didn't stop her, and she didn't look back. The EXIT sign gleamed a brilliant shade of red ahead, and that was her destination.

"GRANGER!" She was disappointed, because she knew it wasn't Ron's voice; it was Draco's.

"What do you want?" There was no use pretending they were friends or anything of the sort.

"I can help!"

"What?"

"You're after Ron, and Ron's after Erika. I'm after Erika... Well, sort of. Ron's not a little boy anymore, and he wants a big girl. If you prove that you're a candidate, then maybe he'll want you!" What in bloody hell is Malfoy trying to say? "We can help each other."

"How? I don't understand. You would never show visible interest in my issues."

"Well, there is an incentive, for both of us. I'll give you advice about boys, and you'll give me advice about girls... Not that I need any. Then we'll train each other."

Hermione began to mull over the idea. Now she could see Draco volunteering his assistance. He would receive something in return, but yet, so would she. If she really cared about Ron, she would give it a try. Nodding slowly, relaxation spread on his face. "Excellent. We'll start at Hogwarts." They shook hands quickly and went their separate directions. Just as she was about to enter the entrance to the alley, she heard her name once more.

"GRANGER!" They were forced to yell due to the distance.

"WHAT?"

"YOU MIGHT WANT TO LOSE THE LOVE HANDLE!" He was gone.

Hermione looked down and saw a visible roll of skin through her shirt. Great, she thought sarcastically, and ran back to The Leaky Cauldron.

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