Hehehehehe. I love to give you guys cliffhangers:-D I wrote this chappie last night at like 1:00 in the morning, lolz. I would have posted it but my sis was using the computer. Anywhozzles, I know you guys must be getting anxious but don't you worry. Something big will happen soon, and then the story will end. So, enjoy!
Harry and Ginny walked into Gryffindor common room to see a small group of people gathered around Seamus. They walked over to the crowd and saw Seamus sporting a red face which bore a white hand print as though he had been slapped. Harry snorted and Lavender and Parvati turned to glare at him. "What happened?" Ginny asked.
Parvati and Lavender, ever the Gryffindor gossips, quickly told Ginny the story and then turned back around to tend to Seamus. "Do you reckon he's still in the girls' dormitories?" Harry asked.
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed. "How could you be worried about my idiot brother? We should be looking for Hermione."
"I only ask because they obviously spoke and probably had a fight, knowing them, before she left. He might be able to tell us where she's gotten to."
"You're a genius, Harry. Wait right here!" Ginny ran up the stairs and burst into Hermione's dormitory where Ron sat on her bed, staring out the window. "Hem." She said, her hand on her hips. "Tell me everything." She said, closing the door and sitting down next to him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione demanded. She stood up, she suddenly felt very alone and vulnerable.
"Nothing, nothing at all. It just seems that you're alone, and I'm alone." He said, stepping towards her. "Perhaps we could make an arrangement." He smirked, looking Hermione up and down.
"Get away from me."
"Tut, tut, tut, Granger. Where are your manners? He closed the space between them and pressed his body against hers. "You've cleaned up nicely. For a Mudblood."
Disgusted, Hermione pushed him away from her she turned to run back to the castle, she only got to as far as the field when he grabbed her by the arm. "Now you wouldn't want to make me angry would you? Of course not. It's very simple, Granger, do me this favor and I could see to it that you and your family are protected." He kept a tight grip on her arm as he awaited her answer.
"And that's what happened." Ron said sighing.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Ginny cried. "Go find her!"
"I dunno where she went."
"Come on, Harry and I will help you." She said, dragging him out of the room with out allowing him to get his broom.
"Harry, we've got to find Hermione before the Feast. I've got a bad feeling about her being alone."
"Why don't we split up? It'll be to find her."
"Good thinking." Ginny said. "Let's meet back here in an hour." She kissed Harry quickly on the lips and the three left the room, going in separate directions.
Now, if I were Hermione and I didn't want to be found, where would I go? Ron wondered. Obviously not the library because that would be the first place everyone would look...I got it.
"Draco," Hermione said, desperately. "Let go of my arm, you're hurting me." She said, whimpering.
"Hm, you've never called me 'Draco' before. Do we seem to be getting closer? Let's see…."
Ron walked out into the cool night air breathing in the familiar smells of the Quidditch Pitch. He was about to check Hermione's favorite seat in the stands when he heard an all too familiar voice say "Draco". Feeling worried, he ran towards the voice as fast as he could and the scene before him sent him into a fit of rage. Malfoy was pressed up against Hermione; trying to kiss her while Hermione was trying to get away.
Ron gained momentum and he ran right into Malfoy, sending him flying to the floor. Behind him, Hermione gasped. He turned Malfoy onto his back and put his knees into his shoulders. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Calm down, Weasel. I just trying to get a little action with Mudblood over there."
"Don't call her 'Mudblood' you piece of-" But Malfoy never heard exactly what he was a piece of because Ron hit him with all his might in the nose, feeling the crunch beneath his knuckles.
As blood squirted from Malfoy's newly broken nose, Hermione rushed forward and pulled Ron off of him before he could do any more damage which he was planning on doing. Malfoy jumped up and pulled out his wand but between blood and tears he couldn't aim his wand properly. He swore angrily, swore vengeance and stormed back up to the castle, cursing all the way.
Ron turned around and took Hermione's face in his hands. "Are you alright?" He asked, pale with worry as he checked her for any injuries. He looked back into her eyes to see that she was crying.
"Ron." She said softly.
For the second time that day Ron held her in his arms as she cried. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" He asked, kissing her hair and hoping she wouldn't notice.
"No, he didn't really hurt me. I'm just a little shaky. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
"Don't worry about you? 'Mione, I'm always going to worry about you."
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes and a broad smile on her face. Ron grinned and laughed. "C'mere." He said, putting his hand behind her head and leaning it on his shoulder. He swayed her back and forth and listened to her tell him what had happened with Seamus. "Oh, so I suppose I don't have to beat him up now do I?" Ron asked, laughing.
"No. I suppose you don't." She said, giving him a squeeze.
"I would have though. In fact I already threatened to."
Hermione laughed and they stood in silence. She rested her head on his chest and sighed. Ron had a sudden feeling of déjà vu. This is just like my dream... He though. Now would be the perfect time to tell her!
He took a deep breath, feeling butterflies in his stomach. "Hermione I-"
"There you two are!" Came Harry's voice.
Hermione and Ron sprang apart, blushing. Harry gave Ron an apologetic look.
"Come on, you two, it's time for the Feast." He said.
"Oh yes, that's right. The Feast. Come on, Ron, you must be starving." Hermione said looking embarrassed. She set off at a brisk pace towards the castle, Harry and Ron following behind.
"Perfect timing, mate." Ron said, scowling. "Perfect."