Disclaimer:
Me: Do you think Hermione would get mad if I wore this dress.
Friend: More importantly, her dress.
Me: Well, I was the one who described it in my story.
Hermione: Well, I'm the one who wore it. And it's a robe, thank you very much.
JK: (walks in)
Did you find them?
Me: Why do I even bother.
The usual goes. Characters, not mine.
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Reviewer Shout Out: Thank you for all the reviews. I get at least ten the day I put up a chapter. Well, I wouldn't even put up a chapter if I didn't get reviews. Well, to some new reviewers (I'm not saying this in a mean way), Hermione is supposed to be out of character in this story. I wanted her portrayed like I wanted her. Plus, I have a really difficult time getting her into character. If I ever write another fic, I'll make her be the real Hermione. Karana, thank you for all the wonderful compliments, as usual. PDA means public displays of affection. Mydream, please tell what confused you so I can explain (not saying this in a mean way). Frifri, I am so not telling about the plot (lol). Chamarro, Blaise was sweet? Well, I wanted him to be Hermione's friend, so I guess sweet could work (LOL). Average Jane, I am not telling anything about the plot (lol). Gryffindor620, as much as Ron sort of ruins the Hermione/Draco relationship, still necessary...for now. Jelly Beans Beware, sorry no mistletoe. Rina, the ring might play a part in here. Well, it has to, but hey, I don't know whether it will be big or small. H.D., the tension has been there, although very little and unnoticeable, its there. I tried to not make it too obvious though. Ccbchunks, I agree it should have been longer (death eater scene). I just didn't have enough creative juice to come up with something better. Plus, I wanted the Death Eater to be an inexperienced one (which means probably the age of 18), so Hermione could fight him easily. And I chastise myself for all the spelling errors. I usually don't like to edit everything (lol). Sunni07, you may use the Harry's secret thing. I loved all your reviews. And thank you to all the new and old reviewers that I didn't thank in long sentences. Excuse all spelling and grammar errors. I didn't have time to correct much. I am also going on vacation next weekend, so I probably only have time for one more chapter before vacation. It's only a two day trip though, so you don't have to wait long.
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Great Hall, Day of Christmas Ball
So, it was Christmas Day. We were currently having lunch. This was the first meal of the day, since we spent most of our time opening presents. I loved everything I got from everyone. Most people I gave gifts to also thanked me. Crookshanks got extra special stuff this year. I knew I wasn't spending enough time with him.
I took a sip of my coffee. It tasted really sweet. I am usually picky about my food and beverages. My coffee needs to have a bittersweet taste, so one sugar should do it. It's just in the middle. But right now, it was over the top. "Ron, how much sugar did you put in my coffee?"
"Umm... two," he said sheepishly. I had always gotten on to him when he made my coffee. That's why I always let Harry do it.
"Really?"
"Okay, three. I didn't remember how sweet you wanted it," he said shrugging.
I took a deep breath and started downing the coffee in quick gulps. I knew it was stupid to be picky about things like these, but I just had to have it that way. Maybe the sugar will help me get through decorating with Malfoy. Maybe I don't need the sugar to help me decorate with Malfoy... I mean Draco.
Wow, got to get rid of that habit. Actually, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to get rid of that habit.
"Hermione," Harry said waving his hand in front of me. "It's a little early to get tired."
"Not tired, just spacey," I said distantly.
"Maybe you should've given her the right amount of sugar in her coffee, mate," whispered Harry.
"She can deal. You know Hermione," said Ron smiling and putting his arm around me.
I loved it when he did that. But the weird part is, I loved it when anyone did that. When Harry was single, he would comfort me like that. My dad, Fred, George, and basically all the men in the Weasley family do that. I guess Ron was different.
And another thing. Although I hate to admit it, I can't hold a conversation with Ron. Well, sometimes I can, but Harry is usually around. I guess it isn't really a bad thing, since I'm comfortable sitting in peace and quiet with him...for a few short moments.
But I really like him. The fact that we were friends before sort of strengthens everything. Was this relationship different? Yes, it was.
Why do I even doubt?
I could fall in love with him.
I could be in love with him.
If I'm thinking this much about my love life, then the coffee really sucks.
"HERMIONE!" yelled Ron.
"Huh," I replied snapping back to reality.
"Maybe you should take a nap. I'll go and wake you up in an hour or so," suggested Ron.
"As much as I want to, I can't. I have to decorate remember? So you don't get to see me until tonight. I'll look pretty for you," I said sweetly.
"You'll always look pretty. I'll be waiting in the common room," he said kissing my forehead.
Save for the spit, it was kind of nice.
I looked around for Draco. He was coming toward me. I looked behind me and found a couple of first years running away from him.
I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why do you always go for the first years?"
"I had to get them out somehow. I want to get this done as soon as possible so I can get ready," he said running a hand through his hair.
"So who's the lucky girl who gets to listen to you talk about yourself all night?" I asked half teasing. The other half was reserved for pitying the poor girl who would really have to listen to him talk about himself.
"Eloise Midgen," he answered swiftly. He then started walking towards a box of decorations.
I just stared at his back. I've never heard a rumor about him with Eloise before. I knew I shouldn't listen to gossip, but the people I over heard usually get front row center on Hogwarts gossip. Anyway, I heard Eloise was going alone. Justin dumped her last minute for Parvati. Justin is such a...how can I put this lightly...slut.
I also heard that Draco was going alone. And there was no rumor about the two of them going out for the past three days. Maybe I missed out on something?
I shook my head and headed towards a box of icicles. I then conjure a ladder and started to put the pieces up on the ceiling. I had a little trouble since the ladder was just a tiny bit wobbly.
An hour later, Ron came in. "Do you need any help, Hermione? The food is all set to be here after you're done decorating."
I looked down at Ron. "Are you sure you want to waste your free afternoon?"
"Well, you're here, so I can keep you company," he suggested.
"As heart-warming as this is," interrupted Draco. "Granger has work to do. So you either get your ass up there and help or get out."
Ron looked at me. "He's always like that. You should see him without coffee. It's like me only more psychotic."
Ron nodded and glared at Draco. He then started heading towards the boxes to get something to do. In the process, he managed to knock me off my ladder.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SPONGIFY!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I then landed on a sort of spongy surface. I knew Ron didn't use that spell. He probably forgot he had wand. Nevertheless, he came over and hugged me.
"I was so afraid. Maybe I should just not bother you until tonight," he said. This is the first time I actually saw Ron look like he was about to cry, except for that one time when he saw spiders.
"You don't bother me, Ron. Even though, that was the first time you gave me a near death experience," I said a little out of breath.
"Hermione!"
"Kidding. I'm not mad. Maybe Harry could use your company. You know Hannah's getting ready ritual. It's five hours more than a usual day," I suggested.
Ron nodded, gave me a hug, then left.
As I watched his retreating back, I couldn't help but be sort of...what was the word...I'll say it when I'll find it. I mean, I wanted him to stay, but at the same time...maybe I should just give up on finding the word.
I looked at Draco. He saved me. Draco Malfoy saved Hermione Granger from a possibly deadly fall. I owe him. I'm in his debt. Knowing him, he'll take full advantage of it. And worse, I don't just owe him something like money or a simple favor; I owe him my life...I think. I should thank him.
I sneakily tiptoed behind him. Why am I tiptoeing? Should I tap him on the shoulder to get his attention?
Great, I want his attention.
I should just keep it simple. I looked around to see if any one was standing in hearing range. "Draco?"
"Hmm."
"Thanks."
He stopped spraying and turned around to face me. He smirked.
Wow, he looked sort of decent.
What was I thinking!?
"You do know that you are in my debt now?"
I stopped mentally beating myself up. "Unfortunately. What do you want? I can give you anything from the range of dance lessons to candy," I said a little nervously. He has something on me now.
"I'll tell you when I need something," he said all mysteriously.
"Fine." I started walking away and suddenly got an idea. I turned back around. "You are my hero!"
"WHAT!?"
"My hero," I repeated sweetly.
"Hermione, no, I forbid you," he said getting slightly paler.
"You can't forbid me to do anything. I am not your property," I said smiling.
"The hell you're not. But, you are un-owned property in my debt," he reminded.
I couldn't say anything back. That was the first time he ever got me speechless. "Fine."
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I walked back and finished decorating my part of the Great Hall. Blaise came in with his partner to set up the table arrangements. We had to adjust the dance floor to make the tables look right. After that, I went up to the Gryffindor common room to change.
My hair was giving me a bad mood. I can't be in a bad mood. I was trying to do something different with it. I tried curling it and putting up in a complicated manner, but that just didn't happen. And I had enough. I took my wand out and let it flow down my back. I also curled my hair into ringlets. There, I think I look decent enough. I put on my tiara and started walking towards the door.
How much time do I have left? I looked at my watch and found I was ten minutes late. I was late! I'm never late! But then again, I was a girl. I bet Ron just got down there. I should hurry anyway.
When I came downstairs, I saw Ron look up and gap. He then started briskly walking towards me to twirl me up like he always does. I laughed and said he was messing up my hair. He then held out his arm for me to take. I looked at him. He was wearing dark green robes with a crown. We didn't really match as a couple, but he looked good.
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Great Hall
I wasn't in the Great Hall when the unveiled everything for the public. But, from all the facial expressions I saw, we did well. Blaise came over and congratulated me. He left when Ron gave him the Death glare. We found Harry and Hannah at a table close to the dance floor.
"How's the lovely couple?" I asked cheerfully.
Hannah smiled and Harry answered, "We're great. And both of you look great."
"Well-."
"Students! I would like you attention please!" Dumbledore interrupted.
Everyone stopped chatting and turned around.
"This dance has been decorated beautifully. Please congratulate your Head Boy, Head Girl, and prefects for doing such a nice job."
Light clapping could be heard all across the hall.
"Now, as in Hogwarts tradition, we will let the Head Boy and Girl start of this dance."
Why Dumbledore, why!? Wasn't it good enough that I can tolerate being in the same room with him now? Wasn't it? No, it wasn't! And the beginning dance was just so typical. Apparently, Ron thought so too, because he currently had his death grip on me.
I slowly got up and headed towards the dance floor. Draco did the same. I put one hand on his shoulder and the other one in his hand. There was no way we were slow dancing like that. I looked at what he was wearing. He was wearing a dark blue, almost black looking robe. It's weird how he managed to match my outfit.
The song started up. Maybe if we just don't talk, then we could get through this. And maybe if we do talk I could stop thinking about his...Bad Hermione. "Granger."
I looked up from my thinking. "What?"
"You know what you have to do before midnight."
Oh, crap. I forgot. I didn't want to think about it today. I hadn't thought about it today. There was no way I was breaking up with Ron. I was going to refuse to. How am I supposed to raise the galleons to give him though? What was he going to do to embarrass me? I answered anyway. "Yeah. What about you and Eloise? I haven't heard about you and her going out."
"I kept it quiet. But rest assure, Granger, that I will win."
"You do that," I said smiling. I couldn't let him know what I was going to do.
He didn't answer back. And when the song ended, I let go as if he was burning me. It, felt like I was missing something when I let go, but I guess it was because his hands were so warm.
When I sat back down, menus appeared. Ron and I decided to share a platter. The snow angels, who were actually good, went by and picked up our menus.
"You should've seen your face when you let go of Malfoy," laughed Harry.
"If you didn't have that face, I would be worried," Ron mumbled.
I looked down to get a bite of my fish. I put my fork down on the plate, picked it back up, and couldn't find my fish. Where was it? I looked at Ron and saw his cheeks puffed out. Ron had my fish. "Ron!"
"What?"
"My fish!"
"Oh, well, I sort of just left you the vegetables. Sorry," he said sheepishly. I rolled my eyes as Harry gave me two bites of his meat. Ron was cute when he eats, but when he takes my food, I get slightly defensive.
"So, what do you guys want for dessert," interrupted Harry.
"We just started eating,' I said laughing.
"You're worse than me, Harry," said Ron with his mouthful.
"Just trying to make conversation," mumbled Harry.
"Oh, I forgot to thank you for the card, Hermione," said Hannah sweetly.
"No need. You've been my friend since forever," I said smiling.
She smiled back. Dinner went by pleasantly until everyone got up to go dance. Ron was an okay dancer. He stepped on my feet a couple of times, but I couldn't blame him. He really didn't like dancing. Him being on the dance floor that long was like a once in a lifetime experience.
An hour later, which was eleven o'clock, Ron asked me to the gardens. I happily went with him. We were currently on a bench. "So, am I a good date?" I asked.
"Of course. I think that one was self explanatory," Ron said smiling.
"You used to get annoyed when I told you something was self explanatory," I smiled.
"Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I learned something," he said patting his chest.
"I credit myself on that one," I said laughing. I gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Well, you should be credited on a lot of things," he said putting his arm around me. "Just like you made me love you for a long time."
I dropped my jaw. He what? No one has ever said that to me, except for Harry, but in a friendly way. I had no idea Ron felt that way. But then again, I was going to lose my bet for him. The thing is, I don't know if I love him or not. I don't want to lie to him. I don't. "Ron, I lo-."
"Hermione!" Whoa, who called my name? Couldn't be Draco, because he calls me Granger in public. Harry wouldn't want to leave Hannah to call me. We passed Neville and Ginny on our way out here. It had to be Blaise.
"What?"
"We need to talk. It's important," he said smirking. He must be happy about something. That translates into good news.
"You can't sweet-talk my girl now Zambini," Ron said icily. Slytherins aren't all bad. Ron just needs to learn that.
"Don't worry Weasley, I happen to love Victoria," Blaise said nonchalantly.
I perked up. "You're in love!" I sqeauled.
"Yeah. I figured it out like thirty minutes ago," he said grinning.
"Is that what you needed to tell her," Ron interrupted impatiently. I had no idea he was that possessive.
"Actually no," Blaise said regaining his serious composure.
I looked at Ron. Blaise probably found me a loophole to my bet. "I won't be long."
He nodded and gave me a quick peck on the lips before I left.
Blaise found us a secluded spot in the gardens. "Are you as suspicious as I am about Draco saying he is with Eloise?"
"Yeah. There haven't been any rumors or anything. And you know you can't keep a secret from Hogwarts, even if you tried," I replied.
"That's because they haven't," said Blaise with a grin.
I jumped for joy." Really! That means that. Oh my gosh I am so happy!"
"Yeah you won!" said Blaise smiling. "And if he says that he is going out with her, tell him you talked to Eloise about it. She said that her and that Hufflepuff were having problems, but she was still with him."
"Oh, you are to good, Blaise!" I said giving him a quick hug. "That means that no one owes anyone anything!"
"What do you mean? Malfoy owes you," he said looking at me skeptically.
"I want to stay with Ron," I explained. "We both lose."
"Well, it's the second best thing to winning," said Blaise still looking a bit skeptical. "But he did lose, so I should be happy. And, I hope you keep your man on a leash."
I slapped him playfully. "I got to go shove it in Draco's face!"
"Since when did you start calling him Draco?" he asked suspiciously.
I couldn't lie to Blaise. "Since he wanted me to." I didn't want to argue, so I ran off before he could say anything.
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I ran into Malfoy right outside the Great Hall. "Granger, where have you been? You know what we need to discuss."
I took his arm and dragged him to an empty corridor. When we got there, I happily blurted, "You lose."
"No I don't. I broke up with her and everything," he said triumphantly.
"You two didn't even go out," I pointed out. I then went on to say what Blaise told me to say.
"You liar. She went out with me. I dumped her. Admit it, you lost," he said all triumphantly again.
"Fine, then I'll just go ask Eloise," I said smirking.
I was about to turn the corner when he called my name again. "Granger, fine. She wasn't. She claimed I was to shallow."
I smirked.
"Fine, you win. The galleons won't be a problem. What about the humiliation? Are you going to call me Draco in front of everybody, make me look like a muggle, what?" he asked a little frustrated.
"Actually, we both lose. I'm not breaking up with Ron. The bet is off. We both lose," I said happily.
"So we don't owe each other anything?" I said getting even happier. I held out my hand for him to shake.
He looked away for a second and took my hand. He smirked. "No, we don't."
I nodded and turned around. What I saw was something that would make me cry for at least a year. Ron was standing there with his mouth open. He started running.
I turned to face Malfoy again and slapped him across the face. "How come you didn't tell me he was behind me!?" I yelled.
"Well, I didn't think you wanted to know," Malfoy said calmly.
I remembered when he looked away from me before he shook my hand. That's when he first noticed. Or did he know before that? Either way, he was a bastard! "Go to hell," I whispered icily before running off to find Ron.
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Quidditch Pitch
If I knew Ron, h would be sitting in the Quidditch Pitch trying to mellow out. Him and Harry always do that when they try to calm down. I found him on the bleachers. When I moved towards him, he didn't move away, which is good. I sat next to him. He scooted away. "Ron-."
"Don't, Granger."
Wow, that stung.
"Ron, I'm sorry. I tried to get out of it, but Malfoy wouldn't let me. He blackmailed me into it," I explained almost in vain.
Ron softened a bit. "He blackmailed you into doing the bet?"
I couldn't lie to him. "No, he blackmailed me into not quitting," I sighed.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"Look, Ron. I took on the bet, because Malfoy was challenging me. You know how I get when he does-."
"Why do you always need to prove something, Hermione!? Couldn't you have just said no?"
"I couldn't. I just couldn't say no. He made me, somehow, want to take on his challenge. But when you asked me out, I was going to quit for you, but he wouldn't let me," I said almost in tears.
"What did he blackmail you with!?" Ron asked a little too loud.
"He said he was going to tell you about the bet. Then I knew that you would get mad and tell Neville, and Harry-."
"So that's why you went out with Neville. You are so stupid, Hermione! I can't believe you... I'm going to have to tell him. He's my friend."
"Don't do that, Ron," I pleaded.
"Don't do what? I can't trust you anymore Hermione! What do you want me to do?" He screamed.
"I want you to trust me again, Ron. I still want to be your friend," I said shedding one tear. The rest was going to spill any minute.
"I don't know if I can anymore," he said sighing. At least he wasn't screaming at me anymore.
"What do I have to do, Ron? I don't think I can live without your trust," I whispered.
I looked at his face. He looked like he was thinking about it. I just sat there waiting for him to reply. I wanted him to still be my friend. I knew there was a slim chance of that happening, but I wanted him by my side.
At least fifteen minutes past before he said anything else. He turned to look at me slowly. "Get Malfoy."
"Get what?"
"Malfoy. If you manage to get him and dump him, then maybe you would regain my trust," he whispered.
"Ron, why are you-."
"Because it's what you did to me. Now I have to get you and him back by making you do the same thing you've been doing to who knows how may people." His whisper was getting more and more ferocious.
"I can't. He wouldn't want to," I reasoned.
"You never know. I mean you got Zambini with you. Maybe you can get him to," Ron said looking sorrowful now.
"What's my deadline?" I asked in defeat. If it's what Ron wanted, then that's what he would get.
"What."
"He always gave me a deadline. I figured you would want one too."
He sat there and thought some more. "You have until the end of the school year," he decided.
I nodded as he got up to leave me. He would probably tell Harry and Neville and, as a matter of fact, all of Gryffindor. I knew I was in for a few lonely months. The only person that could probably help me through this is Blaise. He was the only one who understood. And I'm sure that Malfoy wouldn't want to let me hear the end of it. The whole school might know too. I might be labeled things that would ruin my respectable reputation, like the word slut.
I looked up again. I saw Ron finally leave the Quidditch Pitch. When I was sure he was gone, I let my tears flow.
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Chapter Explanation: Did I make you wait long enough? Well, how was that. Not too predictable, no? Well, I'm sure that all of you were expecting something like this, or maybe you weren't. And, I hope I made yall happy by not making Ron and Hermione's relationship last long. Hermione's opinion of Draco takes a step back in this chapter (I was disappointed in myself too). Same rules apply, review, constructive criticism.
Me: Do you think Hermione would get mad if I wore this dress.
Friend: More importantly, her dress.
Me: Well, I was the one who described it in my story.
Hermione: Well, I'm the one who wore it. And it's a robe, thank you very much.
JK: (walks in)
Did you find them?
Me: Why do I even bother.
The usual goes. Characters, not mine.
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Reviewer Shout Out: Thank you for all the reviews. I get at least ten the day I put up a chapter. Well, I wouldn't even put up a chapter if I didn't get reviews. Well, to some new reviewers (I'm not saying this in a mean way), Hermione is supposed to be out of character in this story. I wanted her portrayed like I wanted her. Plus, I have a really difficult time getting her into character. If I ever write another fic, I'll make her be the real Hermione. Karana, thank you for all the wonderful compliments, as usual. PDA means public displays of affection. Mydream, please tell what confused you so I can explain (not saying this in a mean way). Frifri, I am so not telling about the plot (lol). Chamarro, Blaise was sweet? Well, I wanted him to be Hermione's friend, so I guess sweet could work (LOL). Average Jane, I am not telling anything about the plot (lol). Gryffindor620, as much as Ron sort of ruins the Hermione/Draco relationship, still necessary...for now. Jelly Beans Beware, sorry no mistletoe. Rina, the ring might play a part in here. Well, it has to, but hey, I don't know whether it will be big or small. H.D., the tension has been there, although very little and unnoticeable, its there. I tried to not make it too obvious though. Ccbchunks, I agree it should have been longer (death eater scene). I just didn't have enough creative juice to come up with something better. Plus, I wanted the Death Eater to be an inexperienced one (which means probably the age of 18), so Hermione could fight him easily. And I chastise myself for all the spelling errors. I usually don't like to edit everything (lol). Sunni07, you may use the Harry's secret thing. I loved all your reviews. And thank you to all the new and old reviewers that I didn't thank in long sentences. Excuse all spelling and grammar errors. I didn't have time to correct much. I am also going on vacation next weekend, so I probably only have time for one more chapter before vacation. It's only a two day trip though, so you don't have to wait long.
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Great Hall, Day of Christmas Ball
So, it was Christmas Day. We were currently having lunch. This was the first meal of the day, since we spent most of our time opening presents. I loved everything I got from everyone. Most people I gave gifts to also thanked me. Crookshanks got extra special stuff this year. I knew I wasn't spending enough time with him.
I took a sip of my coffee. It tasted really sweet. I am usually picky about my food and beverages. My coffee needs to have a bittersweet taste, so one sugar should do it. It's just in the middle. But right now, it was over the top. "Ron, how much sugar did you put in my coffee?"
"Umm... two," he said sheepishly. I had always gotten on to him when he made my coffee. That's why I always let Harry do it.
"Really?"
"Okay, three. I didn't remember how sweet you wanted it," he said shrugging.
I took a deep breath and started downing the coffee in quick gulps. I knew it was stupid to be picky about things like these, but I just had to have it that way. Maybe the sugar will help me get through decorating with Malfoy. Maybe I don't need the sugar to help me decorate with Malfoy... I mean Draco.
Wow, got to get rid of that habit. Actually, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to get rid of that habit.
"Hermione," Harry said waving his hand in front of me. "It's a little early to get tired."
"Not tired, just spacey," I said distantly.
"Maybe you should've given her the right amount of sugar in her coffee, mate," whispered Harry.
"She can deal. You know Hermione," said Ron smiling and putting his arm around me.
I loved it when he did that. But the weird part is, I loved it when anyone did that. When Harry was single, he would comfort me like that. My dad, Fred, George, and basically all the men in the Weasley family do that. I guess Ron was different.
And another thing. Although I hate to admit it, I can't hold a conversation with Ron. Well, sometimes I can, but Harry is usually around. I guess it isn't really a bad thing, since I'm comfortable sitting in peace and quiet with him...for a few short moments.
But I really like him. The fact that we were friends before sort of strengthens everything. Was this relationship different? Yes, it was.
Why do I even doubt?
I could fall in love with him.
I could be in love with him.
If I'm thinking this much about my love life, then the coffee really sucks.
"HERMIONE!" yelled Ron.
"Huh," I replied snapping back to reality.
"Maybe you should take a nap. I'll go and wake you up in an hour or so," suggested Ron.
"As much as I want to, I can't. I have to decorate remember? So you don't get to see me until tonight. I'll look pretty for you," I said sweetly.
"You'll always look pretty. I'll be waiting in the common room," he said kissing my forehead.
Save for the spit, it was kind of nice.
I looked around for Draco. He was coming toward me. I looked behind me and found a couple of first years running away from him.
I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why do you always go for the first years?"
"I had to get them out somehow. I want to get this done as soon as possible so I can get ready," he said running a hand through his hair.
"So who's the lucky girl who gets to listen to you talk about yourself all night?" I asked half teasing. The other half was reserved for pitying the poor girl who would really have to listen to him talk about himself.
"Eloise Midgen," he answered swiftly. He then started walking towards a box of decorations.
I just stared at his back. I've never heard a rumor about him with Eloise before. I knew I shouldn't listen to gossip, but the people I over heard usually get front row center on Hogwarts gossip. Anyway, I heard Eloise was going alone. Justin dumped her last minute for Parvati. Justin is such a...how can I put this lightly...slut.
I also heard that Draco was going alone. And there was no rumor about the two of them going out for the past three days. Maybe I missed out on something?
I shook my head and headed towards a box of icicles. I then conjure a ladder and started to put the pieces up on the ceiling. I had a little trouble since the ladder was just a tiny bit wobbly.
An hour later, Ron came in. "Do you need any help, Hermione? The food is all set to be here after you're done decorating."
I looked down at Ron. "Are you sure you want to waste your free afternoon?"
"Well, you're here, so I can keep you company," he suggested.
"As heart-warming as this is," interrupted Draco. "Granger has work to do. So you either get your ass up there and help or get out."
Ron looked at me. "He's always like that. You should see him without coffee. It's like me only more psychotic."
Ron nodded and glared at Draco. He then started heading towards the boxes to get something to do. In the process, he managed to knock me off my ladder.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SPONGIFY!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I then landed on a sort of spongy surface. I knew Ron didn't use that spell. He probably forgot he had wand. Nevertheless, he came over and hugged me.
"I was so afraid. Maybe I should just not bother you until tonight," he said. This is the first time I actually saw Ron look like he was about to cry, except for that one time when he saw spiders.
"You don't bother me, Ron. Even though, that was the first time you gave me a near death experience," I said a little out of breath.
"Hermione!"
"Kidding. I'm not mad. Maybe Harry could use your company. You know Hannah's getting ready ritual. It's five hours more than a usual day," I suggested.
Ron nodded, gave me a hug, then left.
As I watched his retreating back, I couldn't help but be sort of...what was the word...I'll say it when I'll find it. I mean, I wanted him to stay, but at the same time...maybe I should just give up on finding the word.
I looked at Draco. He saved me. Draco Malfoy saved Hermione Granger from a possibly deadly fall. I owe him. I'm in his debt. Knowing him, he'll take full advantage of it. And worse, I don't just owe him something like money or a simple favor; I owe him my life...I think. I should thank him.
I sneakily tiptoed behind him. Why am I tiptoeing? Should I tap him on the shoulder to get his attention?
Great, I want his attention.
I should just keep it simple. I looked around to see if any one was standing in hearing range. "Draco?"
"Hmm."
"Thanks."
He stopped spraying and turned around to face me. He smirked.
Wow, he looked sort of decent.
What was I thinking!?
"You do know that you are in my debt now?"
I stopped mentally beating myself up. "Unfortunately. What do you want? I can give you anything from the range of dance lessons to candy," I said a little nervously. He has something on me now.
"I'll tell you when I need something," he said all mysteriously.
"Fine." I started walking away and suddenly got an idea. I turned back around. "You are my hero!"
"WHAT!?"
"My hero," I repeated sweetly.
"Hermione, no, I forbid you," he said getting slightly paler.
"You can't forbid me to do anything. I am not your property," I said smiling.
"The hell you're not. But, you are un-owned property in my debt," he reminded.
I couldn't say anything back. That was the first time he ever got me speechless. "Fine."
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I walked back and finished decorating my part of the Great Hall. Blaise came in with his partner to set up the table arrangements. We had to adjust the dance floor to make the tables look right. After that, I went up to the Gryffindor common room to change.
My hair was giving me a bad mood. I can't be in a bad mood. I was trying to do something different with it. I tried curling it and putting up in a complicated manner, but that just didn't happen. And I had enough. I took my wand out and let it flow down my back. I also curled my hair into ringlets. There, I think I look decent enough. I put on my tiara and started walking towards the door.
How much time do I have left? I looked at my watch and found I was ten minutes late. I was late! I'm never late! But then again, I was a girl. I bet Ron just got down there. I should hurry anyway.
When I came downstairs, I saw Ron look up and gap. He then started briskly walking towards me to twirl me up like he always does. I laughed and said he was messing up my hair. He then held out his arm for me to take. I looked at him. He was wearing dark green robes with a crown. We didn't really match as a couple, but he looked good.
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Great Hall
I wasn't in the Great Hall when the unveiled everything for the public. But, from all the facial expressions I saw, we did well. Blaise came over and congratulated me. He left when Ron gave him the Death glare. We found Harry and Hannah at a table close to the dance floor.
"How's the lovely couple?" I asked cheerfully.
Hannah smiled and Harry answered, "We're great. And both of you look great."
"Well-."
"Students! I would like you attention please!" Dumbledore interrupted.
Everyone stopped chatting and turned around.
"This dance has been decorated beautifully. Please congratulate your Head Boy, Head Girl, and prefects for doing such a nice job."
Light clapping could be heard all across the hall.
"Now, as in Hogwarts tradition, we will let the Head Boy and Girl start of this dance."
Why Dumbledore, why!? Wasn't it good enough that I can tolerate being in the same room with him now? Wasn't it? No, it wasn't! And the beginning dance was just so typical. Apparently, Ron thought so too, because he currently had his death grip on me.
I slowly got up and headed towards the dance floor. Draco did the same. I put one hand on his shoulder and the other one in his hand. There was no way we were slow dancing like that. I looked at what he was wearing. He was wearing a dark blue, almost black looking robe. It's weird how he managed to match my outfit.
The song started up. Maybe if we just don't talk, then we could get through this. And maybe if we do talk I could stop thinking about his...Bad Hermione. "Granger."
I looked up from my thinking. "What?"
"You know what you have to do before midnight."
Oh, crap. I forgot. I didn't want to think about it today. I hadn't thought about it today. There was no way I was breaking up with Ron. I was going to refuse to. How am I supposed to raise the galleons to give him though? What was he going to do to embarrass me? I answered anyway. "Yeah. What about you and Eloise? I haven't heard about you and her going out."
"I kept it quiet. But rest assure, Granger, that I will win."
"You do that," I said smiling. I couldn't let him know what I was going to do.
He didn't answer back. And when the song ended, I let go as if he was burning me. It, felt like I was missing something when I let go, but I guess it was because his hands were so warm.
When I sat back down, menus appeared. Ron and I decided to share a platter. The snow angels, who were actually good, went by and picked up our menus.
"You should've seen your face when you let go of Malfoy," laughed Harry.
"If you didn't have that face, I would be worried," Ron mumbled.
I looked down to get a bite of my fish. I put my fork down on the plate, picked it back up, and couldn't find my fish. Where was it? I looked at Ron and saw his cheeks puffed out. Ron had my fish. "Ron!"
"What?"
"My fish!"
"Oh, well, I sort of just left you the vegetables. Sorry," he said sheepishly. I rolled my eyes as Harry gave me two bites of his meat. Ron was cute when he eats, but when he takes my food, I get slightly defensive.
"So, what do you guys want for dessert," interrupted Harry.
"We just started eating,' I said laughing.
"You're worse than me, Harry," said Ron with his mouthful.
"Just trying to make conversation," mumbled Harry.
"Oh, I forgot to thank you for the card, Hermione," said Hannah sweetly.
"No need. You've been my friend since forever," I said smiling.
She smiled back. Dinner went by pleasantly until everyone got up to go dance. Ron was an okay dancer. He stepped on my feet a couple of times, but I couldn't blame him. He really didn't like dancing. Him being on the dance floor that long was like a once in a lifetime experience.
An hour later, which was eleven o'clock, Ron asked me to the gardens. I happily went with him. We were currently on a bench. "So, am I a good date?" I asked.
"Of course. I think that one was self explanatory," Ron said smiling.
"You used to get annoyed when I told you something was self explanatory," I smiled.
"Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I learned something," he said patting his chest.
"I credit myself on that one," I said laughing. I gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Well, you should be credited on a lot of things," he said putting his arm around me. "Just like you made me love you for a long time."
I dropped my jaw. He what? No one has ever said that to me, except for Harry, but in a friendly way. I had no idea Ron felt that way. But then again, I was going to lose my bet for him. The thing is, I don't know if I love him or not. I don't want to lie to him. I don't. "Ron, I lo-."
"Hermione!" Whoa, who called my name? Couldn't be Draco, because he calls me Granger in public. Harry wouldn't want to leave Hannah to call me. We passed Neville and Ginny on our way out here. It had to be Blaise.
"What?"
"We need to talk. It's important," he said smirking. He must be happy about something. That translates into good news.
"You can't sweet-talk my girl now Zambini," Ron said icily. Slytherins aren't all bad. Ron just needs to learn that.
"Don't worry Weasley, I happen to love Victoria," Blaise said nonchalantly.
I perked up. "You're in love!" I sqeauled.
"Yeah. I figured it out like thirty minutes ago," he said grinning.
"Is that what you needed to tell her," Ron interrupted impatiently. I had no idea he was that possessive.
"Actually no," Blaise said regaining his serious composure.
I looked at Ron. Blaise probably found me a loophole to my bet. "I won't be long."
He nodded and gave me a quick peck on the lips before I left.
Blaise found us a secluded spot in the gardens. "Are you as suspicious as I am about Draco saying he is with Eloise?"
"Yeah. There haven't been any rumors or anything. And you know you can't keep a secret from Hogwarts, even if you tried," I replied.
"That's because they haven't," said Blaise with a grin.
I jumped for joy." Really! That means that. Oh my gosh I am so happy!"
"Yeah you won!" said Blaise smiling. "And if he says that he is going out with her, tell him you talked to Eloise about it. She said that her and that Hufflepuff were having problems, but she was still with him."
"Oh, you are to good, Blaise!" I said giving him a quick hug. "That means that no one owes anyone anything!"
"What do you mean? Malfoy owes you," he said looking at me skeptically.
"I want to stay with Ron," I explained. "We both lose."
"Well, it's the second best thing to winning," said Blaise still looking a bit skeptical. "But he did lose, so I should be happy. And, I hope you keep your man on a leash."
I slapped him playfully. "I got to go shove it in Draco's face!"
"Since when did you start calling him Draco?" he asked suspiciously.
I couldn't lie to Blaise. "Since he wanted me to." I didn't want to argue, so I ran off before he could say anything.
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I ran into Malfoy right outside the Great Hall. "Granger, where have you been? You know what we need to discuss."
I took his arm and dragged him to an empty corridor. When we got there, I happily blurted, "You lose."
"No I don't. I broke up with her and everything," he said triumphantly.
"You two didn't even go out," I pointed out. I then went on to say what Blaise told me to say.
"You liar. She went out with me. I dumped her. Admit it, you lost," he said all triumphantly again.
"Fine, then I'll just go ask Eloise," I said smirking.
I was about to turn the corner when he called my name again. "Granger, fine. She wasn't. She claimed I was to shallow."
I smirked.
"Fine, you win. The galleons won't be a problem. What about the humiliation? Are you going to call me Draco in front of everybody, make me look like a muggle, what?" he asked a little frustrated.
"Actually, we both lose. I'm not breaking up with Ron. The bet is off. We both lose," I said happily.
"So we don't owe each other anything?" I said getting even happier. I held out my hand for him to shake.
He looked away for a second and took my hand. He smirked. "No, we don't."
I nodded and turned around. What I saw was something that would make me cry for at least a year. Ron was standing there with his mouth open. He started running.
I turned to face Malfoy again and slapped him across the face. "How come you didn't tell me he was behind me!?" I yelled.
"Well, I didn't think you wanted to know," Malfoy said calmly.
I remembered when he looked away from me before he shook my hand. That's when he first noticed. Or did he know before that? Either way, he was a bastard! "Go to hell," I whispered icily before running off to find Ron.
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Quidditch Pitch
If I knew Ron, h would be sitting in the Quidditch Pitch trying to mellow out. Him and Harry always do that when they try to calm down. I found him on the bleachers. When I moved towards him, he didn't move away, which is good. I sat next to him. He scooted away. "Ron-."
"Don't, Granger."
Wow, that stung.
"Ron, I'm sorry. I tried to get out of it, but Malfoy wouldn't let me. He blackmailed me into it," I explained almost in vain.
Ron softened a bit. "He blackmailed you into doing the bet?"
I couldn't lie to him. "No, he blackmailed me into not quitting," I sighed.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"Look, Ron. I took on the bet, because Malfoy was challenging me. You know how I get when he does-."
"Why do you always need to prove something, Hermione!? Couldn't you have just said no?"
"I couldn't. I just couldn't say no. He made me, somehow, want to take on his challenge. But when you asked me out, I was going to quit for you, but he wouldn't let me," I said almost in tears.
"What did he blackmail you with!?" Ron asked a little too loud.
"He said he was going to tell you about the bet. Then I knew that you would get mad and tell Neville, and Harry-."
"So that's why you went out with Neville. You are so stupid, Hermione! I can't believe you... I'm going to have to tell him. He's my friend."
"Don't do that, Ron," I pleaded.
"Don't do what? I can't trust you anymore Hermione! What do you want me to do?" He screamed.
"I want you to trust me again, Ron. I still want to be your friend," I said shedding one tear. The rest was going to spill any minute.
"I don't know if I can anymore," he said sighing. At least he wasn't screaming at me anymore.
"What do I have to do, Ron? I don't think I can live without your trust," I whispered.
I looked at his face. He looked like he was thinking about it. I just sat there waiting for him to reply. I wanted him to still be my friend. I knew there was a slim chance of that happening, but I wanted him by my side.
At least fifteen minutes past before he said anything else. He turned to look at me slowly. "Get Malfoy."
"Get what?"
"Malfoy. If you manage to get him and dump him, then maybe you would regain my trust," he whispered.
"Ron, why are you-."
"Because it's what you did to me. Now I have to get you and him back by making you do the same thing you've been doing to who knows how may people." His whisper was getting more and more ferocious.
"I can't. He wouldn't want to," I reasoned.
"You never know. I mean you got Zambini with you. Maybe you can get him to," Ron said looking sorrowful now.
"What's my deadline?" I asked in defeat. If it's what Ron wanted, then that's what he would get.
"What."
"He always gave me a deadline. I figured you would want one too."
He sat there and thought some more. "You have until the end of the school year," he decided.
I nodded as he got up to leave me. He would probably tell Harry and Neville and, as a matter of fact, all of Gryffindor. I knew I was in for a few lonely months. The only person that could probably help me through this is Blaise. He was the only one who understood. And I'm sure that Malfoy wouldn't want to let me hear the end of it. The whole school might know too. I might be labeled things that would ruin my respectable reputation, like the word slut.
I looked up again. I saw Ron finally leave the Quidditch Pitch. When I was sure he was gone, I let my tears flow.
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Chapter Explanation: Did I make you wait long enough? Well, how was that. Not too predictable, no? Well, I'm sure that all of you were expecting something like this, or maybe you weren't. And, I hope I made yall happy by not making Ron and Hermione's relationship last long. Hermione's opinion of Draco takes a step back in this chapter (I was disappointed in myself too). Same rules apply, review, constructive criticism.