Title: The What If's of Life
Rating: PG just in case for hardly a bit of language
Summary: What if? Don't you ever find yourself asking the same question? What if? Hermione and Ron are going out but what if…? Hermione and Ron are having troubles so what if…? Find out the what would've happened just if…R&R!
Ships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Sad day.
A/N: Bear with me. It's 2:30 in the sodding morning and I just had to post something. I might revise this one as I had the first one. Oh yea, I revised the first chapter so please go back and read. PLEASE R&R!
Chapter 2
"So, Ron, you ever going to fill me in on what happened in the living room?" It was just Ron and Harry in the compartment. Hermione, being Head Girl had to meet with Professor McGonagall to go over specific details on the first prefect meeting and etc, etc.
Ron let out a sigh. Ron knew why Harry was asking him. The last time Harry asked Hermione she literally exploded. That sure as hell shut Harry up but now saw fit to ask Ron seeing that Hermione was now gone. "Well…" Ron began…
Hermione sat as far away from Ron as possible, even putting Mr. Weasley between them while Mrs. Weasley paced the room. Finally turning to Ron, "are you sleeping with Hermione?" she asks quickly as if afraid of his answer. "Yes," came the word from Ron's mouth. Hermione gaped at him, literally her eyes bulging out. Ron for the second time seemed to register his words a bit too late. "NO, no, mum, we are only sleeping together. SLEEPING! Nothing more!" he explained slowly. Hermione could've beaten the living shit out Ron right there and then. "Boys," she thought lamely to herself. Mean while Mr. Weasley just had an amused face expression written all over his face. Mrs. Weasley back to pacing.
Silence.
"Hermione, dear," suddenly rounding up on Hermione. "You are a brilliant witch, I love you as you are my own daughter, you're most clever, smart, always welcome to my home…" for some reason Hermione was not liking these words. "…but you aren't right for Ron."
"MUM!" Ron stood up in protest, even Mr. Weasley couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face from his wife's statement. "Well, I have said what I've been wanting to say. Why not you children get ready for Diagon Alley, busy, busy day," she says cheerfully as though those words previously had never been spoken at all. Ron just gaped at his mother's retreating back. Mr. Weasley following after his wife, shooting a worried glance backwards before disappearing. Ron quickly ran over to Hermione's side and knelt at her foot. Reaching out to hold her hands, "Hermione," he started but before he could finish… "Ron, you've heard your mum. We have a busy day," she says, putting on a cheerful smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She quickly got up and left before Ron could say anymore.
"…WHAT!" gaped Harry after hearing the story. "Yeah," was all Ron could say.
"She seemed perfectly normal that day," Harry thought back.
"Yea, I know," he says with a sigh. "That's what concerns me."
Harry clapped his hand on Ron's shoulder in a comforting way but not having any words to say to him…
Hermione walked excited towards the front of the train where she was to meet McGonagall and the Head Boy. Quite suddenly a compartment door opened and the passenger coming out from it wasn't watching to see if there was oncoming traffic and head on collided with the bushy haired girl. "oof"
"Oh, dear heavens, I'm so…-Malfoy?" she said getting irritated at just the sight of him. She pushed herself off, dusting her robes. Malfoy though he stumbled backwards some did not fall. He smirked down at the girl. "Granger, not all the touching or rubbing in the galaxy will help you purify the dirtiness of the likes of you," he comments nastily. "Shove it Malfoy," she says and before she could comment any further she saw the Head Boy badge on his robes. "…no sodding way!" Malfoy had seemed to notice the Head Girl on her robes and at the same time said exactly "…no sodding way!" They had a stare down.
"Just bloody brilliant!" exclaims Malfoy. "Life must really love you, Granger."
"Whatever in the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, Granger not doing her homework?" he says sarcasm dripping from every word.
"SOD OFF!" her patience these days cutting very short.
"Miss Granger, that is no example a Head Girl should be setting," came a strict, stern voice of McGonagall. Malfoy smirked joyously as they were escorted into the meeting compartment…
A/N: Ah, shit! It's 2:30 in the morning and I need sleep. Might revise this one as well but I need to post something. Or at least I felt that I needed to. PLEASE REVIEW!
