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"Hermione, you're okay," squeaked Ron as I rejoined him and Harry for breakfast three days later. I had spent those three days in the hospital wing, recovering from what had happened. I felt better physically, but I was still afraid to walk down the corridors alone. Ron and Harry were kind enough to visit me every day and bring me my homework. Especially Ron. He really is a sweet guy.
Not to mention how nice it was for Draco to come and see me for a little while every day. True, he never stayed long, but I wouldn't expect him to. He's still as big a snob as ever when it comes to his image. But he's become a little nicer to me lately.
"Yes, Ronald, I'm fine," I smiled as I sat down next to him, Harry across from us.
"Must you call me Ronald constantly?" he huffed. "You sound like my mum. Pretty soon, you'll be ruffling my hair just like she does."
"I'm sorry, Ronnikins," I smirked as I ruffled his hair playfully. He swat at my hand and I giggled.
"Oh, get off me, 'Mione," he mumbled. Harry grinned broadly.
"She does a great imitation of your mum, Ron," he smiled.
"Don't encourage her," grumbled Ron. "It's bad enough as it is."
"Hey, Hermione," squealed Ginny. She came up behind me and gave me a great, big hug. "Oh, I was so worried about you and I couldn't believe it when I heard that you had been attacked. I just felt so bad about it and then, I grew excited again once I heard that you were doing alright and when I found out it had been Draco Malfoy who had saved you, I could hardly believe-,"
"Malfoy?" asked Ron angrily. "Draco bloody Malfoy saved your life?"
"Yes, Ronald, he did," I huffed. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is," grumbled Ron.
"Ronald, would you please lower your voice? You're attracting attention," I said, looking at the confused students around us.
"You have to admit, 'Mione, it is rather difficult to believe that that ferret saved your life," said Harry.
"Oh, you two," said Ginny, sitting on my other side. "I think it's rather exciting. The hottest guy in the whole school, who is also a Slytherin, saved our best friends life."
"Of coarse you'd think it was exciting," glared Ron. "But you're also the one dating Harry, for crying out loud." Then, addressing Harry, "No offense, mate."
"None taken," smirked Harry. He was used to this kind of treatment, especially from Ron. What could we expect? He was dating Ron's younger sister, after all.
"Look, I would have expected that you'd be grateful to Malfoy for even taking me to the hospital wing. The only reason why Ginny is saying he saved my life is because if he hadn't taken me to the hospital wing, I would have been attacked again or I would have lost more blood. Ginny is, as usual, over-reacting, but Malfoy did help a great deal."
"Oh, so just because he brought your unconscious body to the hospital wing instead of leaving you there to die or to be discovered by someone else, that makes him a hero?" We looked at Ron, our eyebrows raised. Then, as he thought about it, he sighed.
"Okay," he sighed. "I guess I see your point. I'll thank him later. But, mind you, that does NOT mean that I'll be really nice to him." He pouted, his bottom lip sticking out as usual. He's so cute when he does that.
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After dinner, I walked with Ron down the hall. I've been more careful, as I said before, about walking by myself. Especially through halls that weren't very well lit. Everything went fine, until suddenly...
"Malfoy," shot Ron. We had bumped into him on our way to the Gryffendor tower. "What are you doing here?" he spat.
"I have a right to be here, Weasel," smirked Draco. "The question is, what are you doing here?" He came closer to us, never looking away from Ron and me.
"I have just as much right as you do, you ferret," drawled Ron.
"Now, now. Ronald, Malfoy, there is no need to start an unnecessary fight," I said. I'm really not in the mood for this right now. I don't want, nor do I need, one of my best friends to get into a stupid fight with another student, especially when I owe the other student for helping me. I stood in between them. "Ronald, don't you have to say something to Malfoy?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," growled Ron. I can see that he is steaming, so I cleared my throat in a warning to him. "Thanks, Malfoy," he said through clenched teeth.
"And Malfoy?" I said, looking at Draco. I could tell that he wanted to pow Ron into next week, but luckily he refrained.
"Any time, Granger," he said, though he never even looked at me. "You know, Weasly, I would heartily accept that thank you from you. But you're so poor, you can't afford another one."
"Malfoy!" I cried. But by then, it was too late. Ron had taken out his wand and put it to his throat.
"Ronald!" I cried in exasperation. I put my wand to his hand. Why am I doing this? Why am I defending that bloody ferret known as Draco Malfoy?
"'Mione, what are you doing?" gasped a pained Ron. I could see that he was hurt.
"I'm sorry, Ronald, but you are way out of line by taking out your wand," I said. Malfoy smirked and raised his eyebrows in that usual manner.
"And you," I said, now pointing my wand at Draco. "You have been nothing but rude to my friends ever since our first year. Even after you and I agreed to be friends, you still call us names and pretend that you are so much better than we are. Now, I demand that you treat us with the same respect that you would if we were your best friends. If you don't, I'll be forced to take back my part of the bargain and the old rivalry will be on again. Now, what do you say?" Ron and Draco looked at each other, both seething over with anger.
"Fine," said Ron, putting his wand back in his robes. "But only if he agrees to it." We both looked at Draco. Come on, Malfoy, please agree. I was happy when he nodded slowly and reached out his hand to Ron.
"I suppose I have no choice then," he said. Ron quickly shook his hand and just as quickly released it.
"Good," I said. "Now, if any of you should be cruel to the other, our deal is off."
"Okay," the grumbled.
"But I swear, Malfoy, if you should ever harm Hermione, or if I find that you are with-holding information about what happened a few nights ago, then I will kill you."
"Oh, how ever shall I sleep at night?" smirked Draco in a mock scared tone. Oh dear, I thought. What have I gotten myself into?
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A/N: I would just like to thank any all those who have reviewed. I really, truly, deeply appreciate it.
"Hermione, you're okay," squeaked Ron as I rejoined him and Harry for breakfast three days later. I had spent those three days in the hospital wing, recovering from what had happened. I felt better physically, but I was still afraid to walk down the corridors alone. Ron and Harry were kind enough to visit me every day and bring me my homework. Especially Ron. He really is a sweet guy.
Not to mention how nice it was for Draco to come and see me for a little while every day. True, he never stayed long, but I wouldn't expect him to. He's still as big a snob as ever when it comes to his image. But he's become a little nicer to me lately.
"Yes, Ronald, I'm fine," I smiled as I sat down next to him, Harry across from us.
"Must you call me Ronald constantly?" he huffed. "You sound like my mum. Pretty soon, you'll be ruffling my hair just like she does."
"I'm sorry, Ronnikins," I smirked as I ruffled his hair playfully. He swat at my hand and I giggled.
"Oh, get off me, 'Mione," he mumbled. Harry grinned broadly.
"She does a great imitation of your mum, Ron," he smiled.
"Don't encourage her," grumbled Ron. "It's bad enough as it is."
"Hey, Hermione," squealed Ginny. She came up behind me and gave me a great, big hug. "Oh, I was so worried about you and I couldn't believe it when I heard that you had been attacked. I just felt so bad about it and then, I grew excited again once I heard that you were doing alright and when I found out it had been Draco Malfoy who had saved you, I could hardly believe-,"
"Malfoy?" asked Ron angrily. "Draco bloody Malfoy saved your life?"
"Yes, Ronald, he did," I huffed. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is," grumbled Ron.
"Ronald, would you please lower your voice? You're attracting attention," I said, looking at the confused students around us.
"You have to admit, 'Mione, it is rather difficult to believe that that ferret saved your life," said Harry.
"Oh, you two," said Ginny, sitting on my other side. "I think it's rather exciting. The hottest guy in the whole school, who is also a Slytherin, saved our best friends life."
"Of coarse you'd think it was exciting," glared Ron. "But you're also the one dating Harry, for crying out loud." Then, addressing Harry, "No offense, mate."
"None taken," smirked Harry. He was used to this kind of treatment, especially from Ron. What could we expect? He was dating Ron's younger sister, after all.
"Look, I would have expected that you'd be grateful to Malfoy for even taking me to the hospital wing. The only reason why Ginny is saying he saved my life is because if he hadn't taken me to the hospital wing, I would have been attacked again or I would have lost more blood. Ginny is, as usual, over-reacting, but Malfoy did help a great deal."
"Oh, so just because he brought your unconscious body to the hospital wing instead of leaving you there to die or to be discovered by someone else, that makes him a hero?" We looked at Ron, our eyebrows raised. Then, as he thought about it, he sighed.
"Okay," he sighed. "I guess I see your point. I'll thank him later. But, mind you, that does NOT mean that I'll be really nice to him." He pouted, his bottom lip sticking out as usual. He's so cute when he does that.
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After dinner, I walked with Ron down the hall. I've been more careful, as I said before, about walking by myself. Especially through halls that weren't very well lit. Everything went fine, until suddenly...
"Malfoy," shot Ron. We had bumped into him on our way to the Gryffendor tower. "What are you doing here?" he spat.
"I have a right to be here, Weasel," smirked Draco. "The question is, what are you doing here?" He came closer to us, never looking away from Ron and me.
"I have just as much right as you do, you ferret," drawled Ron.
"Now, now. Ronald, Malfoy, there is no need to start an unnecessary fight," I said. I'm really not in the mood for this right now. I don't want, nor do I need, one of my best friends to get into a stupid fight with another student, especially when I owe the other student for helping me. I stood in between them. "Ronald, don't you have to say something to Malfoy?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," growled Ron. I can see that he is steaming, so I cleared my throat in a warning to him. "Thanks, Malfoy," he said through clenched teeth.
"And Malfoy?" I said, looking at Draco. I could tell that he wanted to pow Ron into next week, but luckily he refrained.
"Any time, Granger," he said, though he never even looked at me. "You know, Weasly, I would heartily accept that thank you from you. But you're so poor, you can't afford another one."
"Malfoy!" I cried. But by then, it was too late. Ron had taken out his wand and put it to his throat.
"Ronald!" I cried in exasperation. I put my wand to his hand. Why am I doing this? Why am I defending that bloody ferret known as Draco Malfoy?
"'Mione, what are you doing?" gasped a pained Ron. I could see that he was hurt.
"I'm sorry, Ronald, but you are way out of line by taking out your wand," I said. Malfoy smirked and raised his eyebrows in that usual manner.
"And you," I said, now pointing my wand at Draco. "You have been nothing but rude to my friends ever since our first year. Even after you and I agreed to be friends, you still call us names and pretend that you are so much better than we are. Now, I demand that you treat us with the same respect that you would if we were your best friends. If you don't, I'll be forced to take back my part of the bargain and the old rivalry will be on again. Now, what do you say?" Ron and Draco looked at each other, both seething over with anger.
"Fine," said Ron, putting his wand back in his robes. "But only if he agrees to it." We both looked at Draco. Come on, Malfoy, please agree. I was happy when he nodded slowly and reached out his hand to Ron.
"I suppose I have no choice then," he said. Ron quickly shook his hand and just as quickly released it.
"Good," I said. "Now, if any of you should be cruel to the other, our deal is off."
"Okay," the grumbled.
"But I swear, Malfoy, if you should ever harm Hermione, or if I find that you are with-holding information about what happened a few nights ago, then I will kill you."
"Oh, how ever shall I sleep at night?" smirked Draco in a mock scared tone. Oh dear, I thought. What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: I want to thank those who have reviewed. That means a lot to me.