Authors Note: a bit OOC with Hermione and Ron… then again you have to expect that from a Delusional fan fic, now don't you? I REALLY need to know how to spell Apparate. I don't know if I spelt it right and I'm confuseddd.
Chapter Three
After these words, Harry had resumed his head-banging, his face completely red; Ron had dropped his coffee mug and was now frozen, staring at his two roommates; and Hermione was blushing light pink, her eyes wide and a slight smile on her lips.
Finally Hermione broke the awkward silence, except for the sound of Harry's head hitting the table.
"Harry…I don't know what to say," she started. Harry looked up; his eyes shut and a red mark on his forehead. "Except…I love you too."
Ron had fallen out of his chair. Harry and Hermione ignored his distant "I'm okay…" and continued staring at each other.
Ron, it seemed, had helped himself up and crept up behind Hermione. He pushed her straight into Harry's arms.
Hermione looked up at Harry, laughing hysterically.
"Haha, Ron, that was really, haha, immature!" she exclaimed. Harry held her at arms length.
"Good to see you smiling again," Harry whispered as he looked into her eyes. She grinned.
"Kiss already!" Ron complained from his place on the couch. Harry pulled Hermione towards him and they locked lips; for about three minutes, until Ron had the sense to chuck a pillow at them to get them to stop the snogging session.
"Get a room," Ron shouted at them. But he just realized that was not the right thing to say, with what happened with Draco and Hermione at the hotel two nights prior. Hermione, it seemed, hadn't heard him, and continued kissing Harry. Ron rolled his eyes and went to sit down at the counter.
The next morning, after a peaceful nine-hour sleep, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were getting ready to visit the Burrow when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Hermione yelled to the boys, as she was already walking towards the door. She opened it; and there stood Draco Malfoy, his usually-sleek blonde hair looking mousy and tussled, looking at the floor and wringing his hands.
Harry walked towards Hermione, not noticing Draco at the door.
"Hey Herms… who's at the door?" he asked cheerily. Then he spotted Draco. He clenched his fists and walked towards his girlfriend and her molester as calmly as possible.
"Hello, Malfoy," Harry said between gritted teeth. Draco gave a curt nod. Hermione, Harry noticed, had tears forming in her eyes.
"Get out. Now," was Ron's reaction to seeing Draco at the doorway. "We don't want filth like you here. You don't see Hermione having her baby right now, do you? Bye."
With that, Ron shut the door on his face, and waited for the 'pop' of that came two minutes later. Hermione looked at Harry, then to Ron. She blinked away the tears that were waiting.
"Come on, Molly's expecting us for lunch," she mumbled, looking at her feet. Harry nodded.
"Um… yeah. Let's take Underground," Harry said, and Hermione brightened at this; the trio walked out of the London flat and towards the muggle underground.