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"Draco………………it's nice of you to say and all, but I'm really not…"

She was interrupted by a finger pushed against her lips.

"Hermione, don't." And with these words, he moved his finger away and leaned down. Brushing her lips in the briefest way possible, he stood up and walked to the door entitled Head Boy, leaving her completely dumbfounded.

All of a sudden a loud banging at the door that was located next to the statue of Branwyn.

"HERMIONE!"

Disgruntled Ex

Hermione swiftly moved to open the portrait/door. She was met by an extremely disturbing sight.

"Ron!" she gasped. "What happened?"

"Lavender's mad at me, and when I went to…you know…tell her I'm sorry, she kind've hexed me. Really badly."

Hermione couldn't help but feel badly for Ron. He stood there in purple flowered pajamas, which by the looks of them, were at least 4 sizes too small for his frame, with frills and bows and a giant heart on the bodice. His hair had been done up with thousands of bows and ponytails and his face had a mud mask permanently set upon it. To say that Ron Weasley looked a sight would be a complete understatement.

Hermione ushered him inside the portrait; motioning for him to be quiet and to follow her to her rooms. They slipped through the common room to her door where she let them both inside. With one last peek out her door she shut it gently, satisfied that she was not seen by Draco.

"So Ron, let's see about getting you fixed uppppppp? Oh My! Ron! Put your pants back on right now!" Hermione screamed.

Just outside Draco thought he heard Hermione scream. Rushing to her door he threw his whole might against it and was able to break into the room…just in time to see Ron pulling his pants up.

"Draco…I can expla"

"Explain? Is that what you were going to say Mudblood? What exactly could the explanation be for this? Oh Draco, Ron was just showing me something. I tried to help him fix his zipper and my hair got caught, or how about oh Draco, I just kissed you, but now if you could excuse us, I'd like to get back to fucking my ex boyfriend. Which is it Mudblood, because I'm betting on the last one."

"Hermione?" Ron tentatively asked, the visibly shaken girl.

When Hermione turned her attention to Ron, he exploded.

"You fucking kissed that git! What the fuck is wrong with you! What in bloody hell is going on around here? Have you gone entirely mental? Of all the stupid, selfish, eg…"

Ron's rant was cut off by a wand being pointed right betwixt his eyes. He followed the piece of wood down to the eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy himself.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. You will leave now."

"Just who the bloody hell do you think you are Malfoy? I will not leave until I bloody well want to, and you better get that through your thick skull."

"Ron."

The soft voice of Hermione cause both men to turn towards her.

"Please leave now."

With the utterance of these words, Hermione turned and fled the room. She unconsciously sought out the safety of the library and immediately trekked to what had affectionately become known as Hermione's corner. Laying herself down on the floor next to her much loved Restricted Section, she curled herself into a fetal position and cried. She cried for all of the hurt she was currently feeling from the hands of her ex-boyfriend. She cried for the pain she felt in her heart when Draco accused her of sleeping with said ex. And she cried for a thousand other reasons that would just be too lengthy to go over. Suffice it to say, Hermione cried for a good long time.

"Weasel"

"What!"

"This is absolutely ridiculous. I am not helping you look for Hermione. I know where she is and I will go to her by myself."

"Malfoy, you take one step towards…..wherever it is you think she might be……and I will…"

"You will what Weasel? Paint my nails? Invite me to your one man slumber party? Because although you clean up nice, I don't swing that way if you know what I mean."

"ARGH!" With a grunt, Ron lunged towards Draco.

"Ronald Weasley!" a familiar voice called out.

The figure of Professor McGonagall stepped out from the stairwell where the boys were located. Ron stopped mid-lunge and currently found himself in an extremely ridiculous position. Arms outstretched, nostrils flaring, and his eyes wide with fury, Ron cut a comical figure.

"Mister Weasley. Did I just see you attempt to harm another student?"

"Good Evening Professor. I will just be on my way to look for Ms. Granger. I have to speak with her concerning our head duties."

"Yes Mr. Malfoy. Once you find her, will you also let her know that I need to speak with her? Now Mr. Weasley, come with me to my office where we will decide on a proper punishment."

McGonagall turned on her heels and headed towards her office. Draco waggled his fingers at Ron and headed towards the library.

"Good Evening Madam Pince. Did you perchance see Hermione Granger enter this evening?"

Madam Pince looked up at the boy speaking. Surprised at his politeness and lack of arrogance, she pointed in the general direction she had watched the girl take nary 2 hours ago.

Draco thanked her and headed towards the corner of the library near the Restricted Section. Halfway there he heard laughter and a sharp cry.

"Hermione."

Draco ran the rest of the way towards the corner. Turning down the stack he knew she would be at the end of, he stopped short at the sight that met him.

There, standing above Hermione was someone he hoped never to see again.

Standing above Hermione was…

a/n: I'm evil. I know it, you know it. But if you review I will update again before the 25th.

Think about it.