Ron Weasley has perfect teeth

Hermione still stared at him blankly. His eyes were fixated on the invisible thing on his lap. After a long silence, she let out a long sigh and started the car. The sudden movement made him jump in his seat.

"Where are you taking me" He said hoarsely.

"The only thing I can think of" She said sternly. Fifteen minutes from their last location, she stopped at her driveway.

Draco almost snorted. Out of all the places she decided to take a killer, and it was her own home.

They both got out, leaning against the wet car and examined it. It was small, almost cute, and very plain. It hadn't stopped raining, but it wasn't so heavy, only a light drizzle.

"I don't know why I should be helping you" she said coldly, pushing her wet fringe back between her fingers. "After all you've put everyone through I don't see any reason to trust you"

"I didn't ask for your help" He said, just as coldly, adverting any eye contact.

"Yes you did." He looked at her, confused. "As soon as you got into my car. And unlike you Mr. Malfoy, I find joy in helping defenceless men like yourself"

He opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it.

That's what I thought you said" She smirked. "Well, are you coming in or what?" She skipped to the front door, and he reluctantly followed her obediently into the house.

Actually, he thought better of her plan to take him here. Who would suspect an ex-death eater murderer in a mudblood Gryffindor's house?

The interior of the house was like she never grew up. Her growth chart was still stuck to the wall and scribbles which were supposed to be mummy and daddy were plastered everywhere.

She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Sorry about the deco" probably sensing his judging of it. "My mum likes to pretend I'm still three"

He smirked at this remark. His mother always pretended he was never there. Draco felt a twinge of jealously, but vanished when Hermione's mother came in.

"Oh honey, you're finally home!" She said, sounding overly concerned. Hermione's mother was about a head shorter than her, but he could see the resemblance. Their hair and eyes were exactly the same. Hermione's hair wasn't as bushy and large as it used to be as it seemed Granger hair tamed and curled with age. But it was exactly the same. Same brown. Same thickness. Same style and length...

As Draco was lost in thought about why their hair was so alike, Hermione was receiving a lecture about coming home on time. It was only three thirty. After this lecture, Hermione got a bear-hug. Draco had moved on to the uncanny resemblance of their eyes when Hermione's mother spied him in the shadows of the doorway.

"Who is this?" She asked Draco.

"My boyfriend," She said casually, a little too quickly though. "The one I've been telling you about"

"Oh. Didn't you have red hair last time?"

"…"

Hermione held back a smile. "No, that was Draco. He's the one with red hair. This is Ron Weasley." She winked at him.

"Ooh. I see. Yes, Draco's the mean one" She said, slowly walking closer to him.

"…"

"You take good care of her." She said sternly, and then leaned in closer to his face. Draco backed away slightly. "You do have quite nice teeth if I may say so Ron. Unlike that friend of yours Hermione. Draco, did you say his name was? Yes, the one with red hair."

Hermione was suppressing giggles under her hand.

"Would you like a sugar free mint?" She asked, shoving a bowl of mints to him. "You take good care of your teeth. I expect your care of teeth reflect the way you are in relationships." After another few minutes of inspecting his teeth, she nodded at him in approval and briskly walked away, but leaned in to Hermione, whispering quite loudly, "He's a good one. Fantastic teeth. I'll leave you two alone."

And she was gone.

"Ron. Weasley."

She grinned. "Don't worry; we're not going out anymore."

"Ron. Weasley."

"I hope you realise that as long as you're here, your name will be Ron Weasley. You know, it's a damn good thing she has the worst memory."

"Ron Weasley" He said muttering it under his breath as if it was a curse word. "Out of all the people, why did it have to be him?"

"Because he asked me, I said yes, I broke up with him. Over. It didn't change our friendship if that's what the face is for. Now, sit down in the living room. Actually, we could call it your room now." She said cheerily.

She turned to go into the living room…or his room as she so wonderfully put it.

This was so degrading. He was staying in a mud blood's living room as Weasley. He said goodbye to a life of luxury last night. Was it the right choice? Of course it was. Or else he'd be living a lie.

"Ron! Rooonn…"

"…" Draco hung his head sadly and went into the living room with no comment.

a.n: I forgot to say that I don't own Harry Potter etc etc. And, this story was inspired by a Korean movie called 'Too beautiful to lie' and I expect my story will be very loosely based on it. Very loosely. Maybe. BTW Lets just pretend the legal age for doing magic is after you get out of school, k? Good good. Thanks to my very first reviewer. You rock! Let me say that Hermione's parents are very much marginalised in the book, and JK portrays them as very quiet and reserved. I based Hermione's mother on my dentist, who is awful chipper. It's a good thing. Can some tell me if this story sucks, because then I'll stop writing.