Chapter 12
The pillow fight and the misunderstanding
Disclaimer: Although I wish that I owned Harry or Ron or Draco, I do not own a thing.
"Mione," Ron said as he shook Hermione's arm. "Mione wake up."
Hermione groaned as she rolled over on her side.
"Mione, you're hogging the couch."
"Five more minutes." Hermione mumbled as she took the pillow from beneath her head and placed it over her face.
Ron sighed. "Don't make me push you off the couch."
"Leave me alone." She said softly.
"If you want to sleep, go sleep in your own bed."
Hermione let out a scream as Ron pushed her off the couch, making her hit the floor with a loud thump.
"Sorry, Mione." Ron said, trying to look over the couch to see if she was all right.
Hermione jumped off the floor with a pillow in her hand, ready to attack.
Ron instantly grabbed a pillow from the couch and tried to protect himself from Hermione's violent attack.
"That is not how you wake someone up, Ronald!" Hermione growled as she repeatedly hit him over the head with the pillow.
"Bloody hell, that's my head you're hitting!"
Hermione stuck out her tongue as Ron failed to hit her.
Ron grinned and dove to the other side of the couch.
Hermione crouched down behind the couch and waited for Ron to look over from the other side.
A few seconds later, Ron popped up from the other side and Hermione bopped him on the head with the pillow.
Ron grabbed her pillow and held it above her head.
Ron laughed. "Can't get it, can you?"
Hermione poked him in the ribs, making him squirm.
"What, is little Ronniekins ticklish?"
"Don't you dare." Ron said as Hermione grinned, her hand slowly moving towards his stomach.
Ron shook his head as Hermione move closer.
"Don't do it, Mione. Don't you dare tick-"
Ron burst into laughter as Hermione tackled him to the floor and tickled his stomach.
"Think you're so big now, don't you Ronald?"
Ron grabbed Hermione's hands and pushed her off of him.
"That's not fair!" Hermione said as Ron sat down on top of her, preventing her from moving.
"You know, this is really very comfy." Ron joked, Hermione squirming beneath him.
"Get off, you're crushing me!" Hermione screamed as she tried to push Ron off of her.
"What did you say?"
"I said get off!"
Ron sighed.
"Say uncle."
Hermione pushed on Ron's side. "I'm not saying that."
"I'm not going to move unless you say it."
"Come on, Ronald. You're acting childish."
"You know, I could sit here all day."
Hermione groaned. "Uncle!" She cried.
Ron got to his feet and smiled.
"Now was that so hard?"
Hermione shook her head. "You're going to get it." She said coldly.
Ron snorted. "What ever you say, Mione."
With that, Ron turned on his heel and walked up the steps to the boys dormitory.
Hermione smiled as she pulled herself off of the floor.
"We'll see how you like it when I wake you up tomorrow morning."
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There was a knock at Draco's door as he lay in bed that morning.
"Who is it?" Draco said, stretching his arms above his head.
"Draco bear, it's me." Pansy squealed from the other side of the door.
Draco shuddered at the sound of her voice.
Pansy opened the door and poked her head inside the room.
"What are you still doing in bed, you sleepy head?" Pansy said with her hands on her hips.
Draco brought his hand to his eyes.
"What do you want?" He said coldly.
Pansy bounced on Draco's bed.
"I was just wondering what you were going to wear to the ball? I need to know before I get my dress."
"Who said that I was going to the ball with you?"
Pansy's smile disappeared from her face. "I-I thought that since we are boyfriend and girlfriend.."
Draco sighed. "I'm not your boyfriend, Pansy."
"What are you talking about? Of course you are my boyfriend."
Draco sat up in bed and shook his head.
"Listen carefully, we-are-not-dating. Got it?"
Pansy closed her eyes and lowered her head.
"I don't understand, Draco. A couple of days ago, you said that you cared about me."
Draco shook his head. "That was the old me. I've changed since then."
Pansy gave Draco a confused look. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean that I'm not the same Draco as I have always been. I'm not the blood thirsty villain as my father was."
"What made you change your mind?"
"That's really none of your bloody business."
Pansy took a deep breath. "Is there someone else?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Even if there was I wouldn't tell you."
Pansy got to her feet.
"Who is it Draco?" She said, a tear streaming down her cheek.
"I told you that it's none of your business."
Pansy reached for her wand.
"Who is it Draco?" She spat, her wand pointed at Draco.
Draco laughed and shook his head.
"You really are a crazy one, Pansy. Like I said, even if there was someone else I wouldn't tell you."
Draco reached for his own wand.
"Now seriously, get your bloody arse out of my room."
Pansy cast Draco an evil look and headed for the door.
"Be that way, Draco." She muttered as she exited the room.
A/N: Hello there! Sorry that I took so long to get this chapter up. I've been really busy. I planned on writing last weekend but I ended up going to the movies with my boyfriend to see "Robot's", and then I went to see "The Ring 2" on Sunday. That was pretty scary. I'm a chicken when it comes to scary movies. Thanks a bunch to everyone that has reviewed! Also, in the last chapter I forgot to say thanks to everyone that has told me that this is their favorite story! Love ya!
Oh and just in case you are wondering, the ball will probably be in the next chapter or the one after that.
Love,
Jess
