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In this chapter, I decided to include some descriptions, if you guys don't mind. Thus, this chapter wouldn't be that humorous I guess…

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"Cut the crap Granger and heal me - NOW!"

"Why would I? I like you the way you are now." Hermione replied, smiling wide at a pained Malfoy who could barely see and hear and therefore, was shouting at everyone.

Ron relaxed in his seat. They were now at the kitchen, enjoying the snacks Hermione had prepared earlier. "I agree, Hermione, I like it – a senseless Malfoy."

"Weasel, one more word and I'll -."

"You'll what, Draco? You'll what? I choose to ignore you, senseless man." Ron rubbed his forehead where a bump had previously occupied it. "By the way, Hermione, thanks for fixing me up, glad you had training as a Mediwitch."

"Glad of it myself," Hermione replied, totally ignoring a malevolent Malfoy who was tied to his chair. "Never know when I might need those skills."

"So," Harry said after sipping iced cola from his cup. "What has our dear scholar done throughout the years?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed in a teasing way. "Hey, that's not the way to treat a person who you haven't had contact for three years."

"That was all for protocol you know."

Ron just looked blankly at Hermione as she and Harry continued to talk, in an attempt to bridge the gap of three years between them by telling of what had happened to each other on those years. He felt old feelings arise and then his heart sank. There was no way that she would choose him over Harry.

Sure, he is no longer the gangly very freckled youth of his seventh year – the Auror business made sure of that. Sure, he was the tallest among the men in the house, so what? Sure, he had some muscles toned, but not too big or too small either. Sure, his freckles now suit his tan. Sure, but would this all matter to Hermione? Ron didn't think so. Harry has also undergone a transformation like he did. True, his hair was still black and unruly, but his body built is parallel to Ron's.

As for Malfoy, Ron gave a short glance at his direction, nothing much changed, except his built which the three of them shared; his hair  though is now loose instead of obediently being stuck to his head as though with gel. Ron smiled inwardly, even his attitude towards Hermione seems not to have changed, not much competition there I suppose. Sadly, Ron reflected, Harry and Hermione are still close as ever, as though they weren't apart for three years.

Ron audibly sighed which caught Hermione's attention.

"Ron, you ok?" Her eyes showed concern. "Is your head still painful? Want me to get a potion to aid that? I have one in my room."

"Nah, I'm fine. Just nostalgia, I seem to kinda miss the noise at the Burrow and the hectic packing when we were at the mission."

Draco scowled at them. "Hey! While you guys are on memory lane, may I ask, why does Ron get all the treatment and I get tied up?"

Ron glad for the interruption from his bout of depression, snapped back. "Well, I'm the good guy from the start and you're just the annoying convert who is still as bratty as ever."

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"That was all protocol you know."

Damn that Potter, getting all Granger's attention when she's supposed to be treating me, Draco Malfoy, heir of the Malfoys. When will he ever learn not to tread too much on turbulent water?

Draco squinted at Hermione.

Since when did she change her mop of hair into those soft brown curls? And her build – not bad, filled at the right portions. What happened to the buck-toothed nerd I met before? When did she have such poise?

Draco pondered.

Must be the nonexistence of those tons of books… Holy crap, did I just think those of Hermione Granger? Damnit, this squinting is hurting my eyesight more…

Draco scowled at the obvious concern of Hermione on Ron's well being. "Hey! While you guys are on memory lane, may I ask, why does Ron get all the treatment and I get tied up?"

Ron faced him. "Well, I'm the good guy from the start and you're just the annoying convert who is still as bratty as ever."

Malfoy flashed his traditional smirk. "Come on, keep that going, and I'll have my mother invited here for a month, never mind the pinches, but it's worth it."

The Golden Trio's eyes widened with horror. "NO WAY!"

***

Hermione led the three men to the second floor corridor, where there were four bedrooms, three on one side and one at the other, the neighboring room of the lone bedroom is a library and an infamous bathroom at one end, stairs at the other end of the corridor. "Ok, where will you guys stay? As in, which rooms? I'm staying at the one beside the library."

"Figures…" Ron muttered.

Hermione smacked him playfully on his arm. "Anyway, guys, check out the rooms and settle down an agreement on who stays in where while I go in my room, 'k?"

The boys nodded as Hermione retreated into her quarters, who called back before going in the door, "And, no fights ok?"

"Hermione or not," Draco started.

"Hello, mother hen." The other two continued for him.

***

After having a decision on their rooms, Harry and Draco sat down for dinner while Ron "helped" Hermione in the kitchen. Harry now occupied the room in front of Hermione's, Draco the one in front of the library, and lastly, Ron the room at the other side of Harry. Their luggage has come and they just finished unpacking and settling down, therefore they were all famished.

"For the last time, Ron, you can't stick potato sticks in the toaster to make fries!" A very piqued Hermione entered the dining room, levitating two casseroles in front of her.

Ron followed behind, whining. "Please, Hermione, I really just want to try! Where's your sense of adventure?"

Hermione sniffed as she placed the casseroles on the table. "Adventure? Does your sense of adventure require burning a muggle appliance down? Well, I don't like it."

"Please?"

"No, and that's final Ronald." Hermione sat down.

Ron remained silent and red as he sat, glaring at Draco and Harry who were suppressing their laughter and were sniggering.

***

While Draco went to the first floor bathroom and Hermione in the second floor bathroom, Ron went to Harry in his room.

"Harry? Can I come in?"

"Sure, Ron, it's open."

When Ron entered the room, Harry was lying down on his bed. Ron sat on the desk's chair.

"Well, what do you think of this situation?"

Harry sat up from his position. "It's pretty good, it fact, I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"What are we going to do about Hermione?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, she's already putting up the mother hen airs, don't you think it's high time that we become the protective brothers she never had?"

Harry grinned at Ron. "That's a perfect idea! Tell Draco, would you?"

Ron threw up his arms in mock helplessness. "Why me? Why me?"

"Did I just hear my name?"

As if on cue, Draco stepped in the room, towel and toiletries at hand, wearing pajamas. "I happen to pass by to go to my room and inadvertently heard my name. So what's it? Spill."

Ron stood up his full height in front of Draco. "Ok, do you, Draco Malfoy, agree with us, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter, that we become protective brothers over our mother hen?"

"For once, Weasley, you had an idea coming out swell," Draco smirked. "I do agree."

And so the three of them shook their hands in conspiracy.

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Hey, sorry if the chapters are short, I want to post as many as possible during my vacation. Anyways, thanks and enjoy --- and keep those reviews coming.

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