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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: Check Mate, and Ron's Hate

Hermione smiled as Draco walked away. She didn't hate him anymore, he'd been nicer and Harry was in love with him, so she just couldn't. She was about to pick up her book and continue her History of Magic homework, when Ron stepped out from behind one of the bookshelves.

Her eyes widened, thinking about her conversation with Draco.

"Ron-"

"What in bloody hell was that?" he spat coldly.

"I can explain-"

"I don't want to hear it...I saw you and Harry by the lake yesterday, and now you're friends with Malfoy!? No, I don't want to know."

"Ron..." But he was already walking away. Hermione fought back tears as she picked up her things and ran down the hall towards the dungeons, catching sight of Draco right before he descended a staircase.

"Draco!" She called containing sobs.

He turned around and ran over. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

She laughed, shaking her head. "My worst enemy sympathizes more than my best friend," she said before starting to cry. Draco took the school bag from her arms and slung it over his shoulder, putting the other arm around Hermione, he led her to his room.

Harry was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. He'd been awake since his dream, afraid that if he closed his eyes the images would come back. Draco had left a little while ago, where, Harry didn't know. But he missed him.

The Slytherin made Harry feel safe. When he'd held him last night everything got better briefly.

But of course, there was something wrong. Draco seemed to refuse Harry's love.

The Gryffindor sighed and buried himself deeper in the black sheets.

"There's this void in his heart..."

The first part of Harry's dream came back to him. He'd been standing alone by the lake on the grounds when someone started talking to him.

"Something he can't help, nor can he shake it...but treat him like no one else has...love him and-"

"And what?" he asked himself. It had to have been about Draco, that was the only logical explanation.

Then the sound of the portrait opening reached the raven-haired boys ears.

"Harry, are you up?" Draco's voice called, almost panicked.

"Don't wake him, I'm fine."

He thought for a minute as the female spoke. "Hermione?" he asked. Getting up he walked over to the small hall leading from the entrance to the room, "What happened?"

Draco sat Hermione on the couch, "I don't know. We were talking in the library, then I left and she showed up at the dungeons."

"Hermione?" Harry turned to his friend.

She looked up at him wiping the tears from her eyes, "Ron...Ron was there."

Harry grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him over by the bed. "What did you guys talk about?" He whispered.

Draco shrugged, "I just really said I was worried about you."

Harry nodded, "Then again, her talking to you willingly would upset Ron no matter the content."

"He saw us yesterday, Harry," Hermione called, the pair walked over. "By the lake."

Harry sighed and sat on the couch next to her.

"It'll work out," She said.

Draco stretched out over both their laps, "It has to."

Harry and Hermione were playing chess on the floor in front of Draco's fireplace a few hours later.

Draco was lying on the couch looking though a potions book Hermione had in her bag.

"Hey Granger," he called. "Can I borrow this?"

She looked up as her knight knocked away Harry's pawn. "Sure."

"Thanks, I still have to do that essay for Snape."

"You didn't turn one in?"

"Snape's favorite," Harry coughed.

"What was that Potter?" Draco smiled.

"Nothing," he moved something on the board. (A/N: Forgive my chess playing skills.) "Check mate," he said.

Hermione groaned. "Winner puts the board away," she said before hopping up into a chair across from Draco.

Harry took out his wand to clean up. "Fine, take the easy way out," Hermione pouted.

When he'd finished, Harry sat down on the table between Draco and Hermione. "I'm hungry," he said.

"Me too," Hermione chimed.

They both looked at Draco.

"Oh you prats," he closed the book and got up. "I'm going, I'm going...but what ever I bring back, you better eat it."

Harry smiled, taking his boyfriend's place on the couch. "Hurry back."

Walking towards the kitchens, Draco spotted a certain redhead making his way to the great hall.

"Weasley!" he called. Ron turned around. "I need to talk to you."

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"You had no right talking to Hermione the way you did."

"You had no right talking to Hermione." Ron retorted.

"You really upset her, and it would do best for you to stay away from her." He glared at the redhead.

"What ever happened to 'Mudblood', you talk as if you're friends."

Draco smirked, "Watch yourself Weasley." And he continued on his way.

Ron walked into the Great Hall, searching the room. Approaching the Slytherin table he called, "Crabbe, Goyle."

They glared at him, "What do you want?" Crabbe asked.

"You're no longer friends with Malfoy, right?"

"Right...?"

"Well, what would you say to breaking up the Malfoy-Potter couple?"

Goyle raised an eyebrow and looked at Crabbe. Turning back to Ron, he asked, "What do you have in mind?"