Intervention

When love comes to mind, will Hermione choose comfort or passion? Draco x Hermione x Ron DrHrR

I don't have much to say except thank you to those who reviewed! It means alot to me. Their encouraging me to complete this story, really. So, here's chapter two!

The first few weeks of school seemed to pass normally and undisturbed. Classes went on as scheduled, and there were no signs of outrageous mishaps, ordeals, nothing. Time passed by, for once, in an enjoyable pace for everyone. Even the weather seemed to cooperate, never ceasing to have the sky cloud up nor letting even a slight drizzle to come upon the land. The 'incident', as Ron and Hermione would call it, faded in rememberance, although the mere sight of one another would be a constant reminder to never mention the words love nor Malfoy whenever they were a mile's radius of each other. They were both sure that they would be capable of carrying off that little plan well until the end of the year, but one morning mid-way into September already proved them both wrong.

It was another bright morning. Ron woke with strained eyes, the sun pouring from behind the curtains directly at his face. He stretched, grunted, and got dress. He was, however, too tired to take note of the ridiculous state of his hair. It was sticking straight up in only a few strange places, and was undoubtfully unruly. It almost came close to Harry's in comparison.

"'Mornin'." Ron grumbled, sinking into his seat beside Harry upon entering the Great Hall. He opened his large mouth to let out an equally large yawn.

"Could you close your mouth, Ron?" Ginny said, plugging her nose. "Honestly, your breath reeks, and it's too early in the morning!"

"Oh, ha ha." Ron said sarcastically before snatching the bagel in Ginny's hand and shoving it in his mouth.

"Hermione's running late, isn't she?" Harry said while reading the latest Daily Prophet. "She was supposed to read over my Potions essay."

"Don't know mean do it for you?" Ginny inquired.

"Don't you mean do it for you?" Ron mimicked. "Really, Ginny, isn't there someone you should be snogging or something? Just bugger off!"

Ginny's eyes narrowed at Ron, but tore away and began to read one of her Arithmancy textbooks, shifting her body 180 degrees from Ron.

"I'm here!" cried Hermione from the other side of the Great Hall. She trudged towards the table Ron and Harry were seated, her arms balancing a large amount of books with quite a large amount of pages. She dropped her books onto the table, some tumbling to the ground. Paying no attention, she slouched down into a seat in front of Ron and Harry, burying her face in her arms.

"Um, aren't you going to pick those books up, Hermione?" Ron asked cautiously.

"No." Hermione muffled through her school sweater. "I'm too tired."

She lifted her head, and Harry and Ron drew back slightly at the sight. Hermione's bushy brown hair was now about to join in on Ron and Harry's unruly hair comparisons, seeing as how there were obvious knots and tangles almost everywhere. Her hair even took a somewhat circular shape. Her skin seemed to have grown slightly pale, and long, dark bags hung from her eyes.

"Jesus, Hermione!" Ron cried in slight horror. "What the heck happened to you!"

Harry's elbow, then, flew into Ron's ribcage, quieting his ginger-haired friend. "Why where you up so long?" Harry asked. "Did you even sleep?"

"No!" cried Hermione, running her hands through her hair - or at least, trying to. "I've been trying to sleep, but I'd always remember that, Oh! I forgot to write about the effects of the Wiggenwelds Potion in my potions essay! So I'd write it again! Then, just before I'd allow my head to hit the pillow, I remember! I didn't proofread my History of Magic essay nor did I edit it! So, I re-read it and edited it so many times, I probably have it memorized, word by word!" Hermione let out a long groan. "It seems I've been over-worrying about school this year!"

"I thought what you've been doing the past six year was over-worrying about school." Ron mumbled into his bagel sarcastically.

"You know, Ronald," Hermione hissed. "I would tell you to shut your trap but, lucky for you, I'm just a bit too tired."

"Hah." Ron muttered. "So this is the great PMS I've heard oh-so-much about? Bloody fantastic."

And before Hermione could fire back, Harry slammed his Daily Prophet down quite hard, causing some of the pumpkin juice in his goblet to spill over the rim.

"I can already see what this will turn into," Harry said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Which is why I'm going to say right now that you are both right, It is too early in the morning, so I wouldn't mind a bit of peace, please." Hermione and Ron both let out a grunt in unison, crossing their arms and burying their heads in them.

The only problem for the three for the past few weeks were the frequent, almost scheduled fights between Ron and Hermione. Harry even seemed to grow tired of stopping them; he knew that if there was a moment where they didn't fight, there was something wrong. Luckly for Harry, though, that morning both Ron and Hermione were too tired to fight, let alone function, by the looks of the states they're both in. If only every moment of every day was like this, Harry thought. I actually have a moment to hear myself think without being interupted by yells.

Ginny looked up from her textbook the moment a certain name echoed through the Great Hall, reaching her tiny little ears. Her eyes scanned the hall, coming to a halt only two tables away. And, coincidentally, he was alone. Strange, but not a moment to waste. So, Ginny sent a sharp elbow flying at Hermione. "Bljrmuh?" Hermione huffed, the muscles in her mouth obviously too exausted to create proper words. "Wathizzeet?"

Ginny shook Hermione by the arm. "Look who's here, Hermione!"

Hermione looked around and saw no one except the people she saw usually everyday. She merely shrugged, but before she could rest her head down once more, Ginny seized Hermione by the chin and pointed her face two tables away.

"Malfoy?" Hermione said, surprised that Ginny would consider him as anyone of great importance, let alone considering him as anything at all. "What about that pompous git?"

Little did Hermione know, Ron's neck nearly snapped in two as he turned to eyeball Hermione and Ginny, obviously interested in their conversation.

"You know our deal, Hermione." Ginny replied simply, folding her arms onto the table.

"Deal?" Hermione said, bewildered. "What deal was this?"

Ginny groaned. "Honestly, for the smartest witch in this school, you're pretty dumb." She said. "Remember? On the train? You were to attempt to fall for the first male to come into our compartment. It isn't my fault it ended up to be Malfoy."

Hermione, her eyes the size of dinner plates, replied, "You've gone mad if you believe I'd make such a deal as that! It's thoughtless and ridiculous, not to mention perverse! And I think I'd remember if I made such an absurd bet as.. as that! As to fall for Malfoy? It's not even in the widths of imagination!"

Ginny stared for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "I knew it. Not only are you scared and insecure, but in no way are you very valiant, of course, not being able to put up with a challenge as simple as that.."

"Simple?" Hermione gaped, flabbergasted. "You honestly believe that falling for Malfoy and have him return those feelings successfully to be simple? Maybe you're delirious, I don't know, but I swear, my grandfather would probably roll in his grave if I ever considered the thought!"

"Hah." Ginny sighed. "I always figured you to be butch as well.."

"BUTCH? YOU LITTLE-"

"Hermione, no!"

At the precise moment Hermione rose from her seat to lunge at Ginny, both Harry and Ron seized her by her robes and restrained her from doing so.

"Can you believe it? One of my best friends just insulted me! To my face, even!" Hermione huffed, finally calm enough to take her seat.

Ginny sighed. "Look," she said. "I wouldn't make you do anything if I knew you wouldn't benefit from it! Just trust me."

"Trust you? After you called me a butch?"

"Yes, well, ignore that. Come on, Hermione! Just give it a try!" Ginny said, pleading almost.

Ron snorted. "Please." he said. "Hermione is probably the most inexperienced girl out there! You can't really believe that she will be able to convince Malfoy, the most experience git, to return her affection? You've all gone bonkers!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?" she hissed.

"It means exactly what it says," Ron replied. "You have no chance in hell."

"Since when have you given a rat's tail and a half about who I associate myself with?" she retorted.

"Since the moment you inquired Malfoy into this little bit." he snapped. "Honestly, Ginny, don't expect much-"

"Oh, I expect much progress." Ginny said casually. "And you, my dear brother, you are just jealous. You were second to our compartment, I'm afraid. You snooze, you lose."

"You know, I have a feeling Harry and I should've let Hermione maul you when we had the chance." Ron barked.

"Or maybe," Hermione said, rising from her seat, "What you really should be worried about is how I'm about to maul you!"

"Oh stop being bitter," Ron said, also up from his chair. "Maybe in a few years, you won't be so sluggish at this sort of thing!"

Hermione's nails seemed to bite into the brims of her sleeve. "Have you been completely inept to what has been happening the past years? Have you completely forgotten about Viktor?"

"Krum?" Ron began to laugh bitterly. "He cannot possibly count! He doesn't even live in the same country!"

Hermione had had it, but just before she could bark back, she brewed a better plan. So, her mouth fell into a slight, malicious smile. "Oh," she said, her voice knavish. "You just wait, Ronald Weasley."

Hermione, then, shoved her hand into her sachet, pulling out a small bottle entitled, "Sleekeazy's Hair Potion." She flipped open the lid, and squirted some on her hands, and began to run her fingers through her hair, making it smooth and straight magically and with eaze. Next, she rubbed her hands together, whispered a few words, then ran her hands over her face. Her face was now bagless and in a more attractive state, her eyes khol-lined and her cheeks a slight tint of pink.

Ginny beamed, and Ron's jaw-dropped. "How'd you pull that off?" Ginny squeaked. "You look so.. so-"

Hermione smiled. "A little trick Tonks taught me. Now, if you excuse me.."

And the next thing they knew, Hermione had turned on her heels from him, marching up to Draco, who, inconveniently had a couple of french toasts shoved in his mouth. He paused and stared at her, chew down his food as fast as he could, gulping it down. Staring around her, he said, "I must say, seeing your grotesque Mudblood face isn't the best way to start off the morning. What do you want?"

Hermione shifted her head slightly, making sure that both Ron and Ginny had their full attention on her. "Just wanted to say hello." she said, trying hard to sound the slightest bit sincere.

Draco's brow arched. "Well, goodbye. Get out of my sight, you nasty Mudblood beaver."

Hermione had to choke back all retorts and continued. "Oh, come on. It's such a nice morning.."

"What the hell's with your face?" Draco interuppted. "Getting all dolled up for the King Weasel, I presume?"

Hermione blinked, her cheeks flushed. "Um, no, actually. I-er, I did this for you! Hee..he he..he.."

Draco paused, finally setting her fork and knife down and turning to her. "Look, you conniving little wench," he snarled. "As far as I can tell, you haven't a pint of feminism inside that little body of yours. I don't know what the hell you're trying to pull off right now, and I will not ask, but demand that it ends. Now."

Hermione bit her bottom lip, slowly settling into the seat in next to him. "Oh, come on, Draco." she chirped. "Can't you at least try to have a nice, civil conversation with me?"

"No." Draco said bluntly.

"Well, I'm here whether you like it or not." Hermione said. "And there is nothing you can do about it!"

Draco smirked. "Yeah, there is, actually." he said. "I can leave." He got up from his seat, his plate and utencils in his hands, and moved a table down, but, unfortunately for him, only to have Hermione follow him.

He groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "Honest to God, Granger," he muttered. "What the hell do you want?"

Hermione rose her hands in innocence. "I told you! Just to have a nice chat!"

"I'll hex you this very moment, you disgusting waste of life. State your real purpose or I'll end it."

Hermione was finding it incredibly difficult to try and talk to Draco in a civil manner. She was at the point where she would rip his disgusting eyes right from their sockets and out of his face.

"You know what," Hermione sighed. "You should feel thankful, regardless of my blood, that anyone would be willing to talk to a stupid imbecile like you."

Draco smirked. "Oh, girls talk to me all the time," he said. "But these are actually pretty girls, decent looking even, and I always get my prize in the end. A little peck, a bit of tongue here and there-"

Hermione cried in disgust. "You are completely-"

"Irresistable? Tempting? Almost enough for you to want to devour me whole?"

Hermione felt nauseated. "You're absolutely repulsive." she choked out.

"Well, why else would you try to chat me up?" He reasoned. "The make-up, the hair for goodness' sake! I'm not dumb, Granger. I'm just merely lazy around classtime. You want me."

"No!" Hermione said almost immediately. But she paused. Well, that was her main objective, wasn't it? To successfully smitten him, right?

"You want me so bad," Draco continued. "I bet you're getting weak in the knees this moment. Ready to pass out. Crawling out of your skin insane."

"Shut up!" Hermione yelled.

"You're dying this very moment! You're dreaming about our babies, our life in the country, making sweet love to such an amazing specimen as I.."

"Shut up!" Hermione repeated, louder.

"Make me!" Draco yelled back.

Now, maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was the pumpkin juice she drank earlier, or maybe it was the beautifying spell she performed on her face, but there was something that loosened a screw in her head, because what she did next couldn't possibly be out of will. The next thing Hermione, Draco, and Ron knew, Hermione grabbed Draco by the back of his hair and slammed her lips onto his, literally, as she could feel her teeth beneath her lips colliding with his. It took a moment for Draco to process what exactly seemed to be happening. He was being kissed, right? Well, of course he is. But with who again? Who was it? Draco, almost knocked out of his sanity, couldn't even draw out a name to whomever the beholder of such succulent, lush lips could be, he merely shrugged and kissed back. And if it wasn't for Hermione's slight "mmmm..", they probably wouldn't have stopped.

Draco paused at the noise. Wait a minute, he thought. His eyes flew open and widened. No. It couldn't. I could never. Impossible.

Hermione paused as well. Hold on one second. she thought. Her eyes shot open and grew large. This is a dream. A bad dream. This is not real. Impossible.

And almost simutaniously, they shoved away from eachother, Draco tumbling over his chair and hitting the ground. Hermione merely stared in shock, her hands grasping her mouth, and when she finally was able to tear her eyes away from Draco to the rest of the student body, she could see the shock in every single student's faces, especially Ron, who, the next moment, fainted, and Ginny squealed. Harry, just about to take a sip from his goblet, dropped it, it's contents spilling over the table and his pants.

Draco gawked at Hermione. She did not just do what I think she did. And I did not just do what I think I did. "Oh, God." he huffed.

And the next thing they knew, laughter spread through the Great Hall. Laughter so piercing to Hermione, she had to clasp her hands to her ears. Trying to choke back the tears down her throat, Hermione could not think of anything more humiliating than this. Turning and running to the door, Hermione said to herself, "It's just the beginning of the year, for Merlin's sake!"

And she could immediately tell what a long year this one would be.

Okay, the whole beautifying spell, I made up, but I couldn't find anything on that would suit such a spell. Anyways, read and review! I'm planning the next chapter to be very Ron x Hermione-esque. Enjoy!