Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter I wish I did, I need the money.

Just under the surface…

We went inside the house and talked some more. Draco saw that I was upset and asked me what was wrong, but I told him I would talk to him later and put on my best smile.

The rest of the evening was pleasant enough, except for my father's absence, and Ron boring holes into my head with his eyes. It made me very uncomfortable, and I avoided his gaze as much as I could. Just before midnight, Draco had taken Blaise and most of the Weasley clan out to the backyard to show them around. And that's when Ron cornered me in my small downstairs bathroom.

"Hi" he said with a grin.

"Hey" I replied back, trying to get around him and into the hall. He closed the door behind us and locked it.

"I need to talk to you." he told me with a serious look in his eyes.

"Um, can we go out into the living room and talk? It's really stuffy in here." panic was rising up into my heart. I didn't know why, but he was creeping me out.

"No, I want to talk to you in private. Sit down." he pushed my shoulders down and I fell back and landed on the closed toilet lid. My heart was racing and I hoped that it was about something insignificant. He kneeled down in front of me and started to speak.

"Listen Hermione, something is bothering me and I need to tell you about it."

I looked at him, he was red and sweaty.

"Ok, whatever it is, you can tell me." I said soothingly.

"Hermione, I don't want you to marry Malfoy." he said softly, looking down at the floor.

"Ron, we have had this conversation before. I love him. Why can't you understand that?" I could hear my heart beating in my chest; my palms were sweaty as I clasped my hands together over and over. He stood up and towered over me.

"Just listen, I have tried the past weeks to accept it, to move on, but I couldn't. I constantly compared Hannah to you; she broke up with me because of it. I lay awake at night thinking of you, writing you letters that I never sent. I can't just forget you and let you marry that prat. I tried to accept him, be his mate, pretend how happy I was for you, but I can't do it any longer. I love you, just give me a chance. Please…I know you think you love him, but look at me, just under the surface, there might be something between us. Let me make you love me." tears were shining in his baby blue eyes.

I stood up, and was face to face with his chest. I looked up into those eyes and saw the pain and hurt I had caused. My heart was breaking because I did love him; he had been my best friend for nearly eight years. I started crying as I thought of him staying up nights thinking of me, when I was so happy and content here with Draco. I turned to leave when he grabbed me and pushed me up against the bathroom door.

"You can't just turn and leave me like this! I deserve better than that from you. Didn't you hear what I just told you? I love you. Does that mean nothing to you?" his hands were pressing into my skin causing painful red spots on my shoulders.

"Ron you are hurting me!" I said through my tears, "Please, let me go."

"No, listen to me…just give me one chance, one moment to prove that you love me somewhere deep down inside. Just one chance…" his voice trailed off as he leaned his head into mine. My eyes were wide with fear and panic, I knew he was going to kiss me, and I was terrified. If Draco saw this, heard about this, not only would I lose Ron as a friend, but Draco would kill him. I put my head down, but he grabbed my chin and raised my mouth to meet his. His mouth crashed on mine and he grabbed the sides of my face and pushed his tongue in my mouth. I was fighting him, pounding my fists on his chest, pushing with all my might. He was taller and much stronger than me. His mouth finally left mine and he continued kissing my neck.

"Ron, please stop, please…" I was crying harder, I thought he was going to continue until he ripped my clothes off.

"Oh Hermione…I love you so much, please, let me, you smell so good… just let me love you." his hands were inside of my blouse at that point.

"RON STOP!" I brought my knee up to his groin and pushed as hard as I could. He doubled over in pain and it was just what I needed to get out of that bathroom. I sprinted upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door. The terrace doors were open and I could see Draco and the rest of the group out in the garden enjoying themselves. I looked in the mirror over my chest of drawers, my makeup was running, and my eyes were red from crying. I could not let Draco find out about this. I cleaned up my makeup and straightened my clothes. Then I took a deep breath before returning downstairs. My mom caught sight of me as I got to the bottom step.

"What is the matter dear?" she said running over and hugging me tightly.

"Oh, its just dad again, I wish he were here." I said lying to her.

"He will come around. I promise." she said soothingly. "Just try to enjoy yourself and we will start planning the wedding tomorrow over lunch, okay?"

"All right," I told her. Thinking of planning my wedding brightened my mood a little. I scanned the room and didn't see Ron anywhere.

'Thank Merlin for that.' I thought to myself

A hundred thoughts were running through my mind the rest of the night. I needed to talk to someone about what happened. Harry? No, he was too close to Ron. Ginny? No, she would probably tell Harry eventually. Lavender? Too big of a gossip, same goes for Pavarti.

'I need more close friends' I thought. 'I guess I will tell Harry, but not tonight.' I didn't want to spoil the rest of the night.

About 2am the guest began to leave. My mom kissed me goodbye and we made plans to meet for lunch in Muggle London the next day.

Draco came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Well my dear," he began "I think we were a success."