Draco Malfoy had had many questions running through his head, and, as usual, they came out in jumbled order, "So, I've got to ask - why Ron Weasley?"
Hermione's face, that had been smiling, got very quiet, solemn, almost. She looked at Draco, and he saw anger begin to unfold in her eyes. Mentally, he prepared to retreat.
"Nobody told me I was engaged." Hermione said, the fiery look in her eye like oil on water, as a spark hits the top.
"You... you didn't know?" Draco Malfoy asked, honestly confused.
"My parents said... there was a bit of a mixup." Hermione said, looking less sure of herself as her knowledge turned tenuous in her hands.
"Then how did you manage to find out about it?" Draco Malfoy demanded, his voice unable to mollify itself back to merely asked.
"Um, er, this summer, someone who knew about it, mentioned it..." Hermione said, her hands fidgeting behind her back, clasping and unclasping.
"Now that's remarkably vague." Draco Malfoy said. "Why so secret?"
Hermione shot him a look, inchoate and frustrated at the same time.
[a/n: Of course Hermione isn't going to mention Snape by name. He's supposed to be a Death Eater.
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