I've decided that I hate my best friend because he got me sick! I took him some gingerale when he was sick and now I'm sick. So on with it!
Malfoy ignored the green flames in the grate, but I turned my head and became tense. Two familiar figures emerged from the fire place. Ron and Harry entered the common room holding hands, but when Ron, my best friend in the whole world, realized Malfoy was on top of me...
Before you could even blink, Malfoy was on the ground, Ron straddling him on top, coming down hard. In less than 30 seconds, Malfoy had two black eyes.
"RON! STOP! GET OFF OF HIM!" I yelled for Harry to do something, but he stood helplessly at the side.
"Son of a BITCH! Don't you EVER, I mean EVER come near her again..." Ron yelled as he beat the crap out of Malfoy. I could see the hatred in Malfoy's face, and that he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to reverse the situation...and he could hurt Ron a lot more than Ron could hurt him...
I grabbed my wand and pointed at Ron and screamed "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS" and Ron froze solid, his fist inches away from Malfoy's face. Malfoy scrambled to get up, and started towards the frozen Ron. Harry and I both jumped at him.
I unfroze Ron and explained calmly the situation.
"HERMIONE! I can't BELIEVE you! How could you EVER fall for MALFOY!"
"Ron, don't make me hurt you. You told me a long time ago that you wouldn't stop me from dating who I want to date."
"Well I didn't mean Malfoy..."
"Damn it Ron, why can't you just let me be happy? Admit it, you just want me all for yourself." I didn't raise my voice, but I could tell by the combination of shock and hurt that I had struck a nerve. Without another word, he turned toward the fireplace and mumbled an address. The flames glew bright green and he was gone. Harry looked shocked, and ran after him. The flames were about to die down, when Harry's head poked back through..
"Good job, Hermione, you made him cry. He hasn't cried since Voldemort tried to kill me...in first year." And he was gone.
Malfoy walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Well that was awkward..."
"I'm going to bed." I grabbed his hands and threw them off of me, and then stormed to my room and slammed the door. I mean, is this really me? In one day I fall for Draco Malfoy and then hurt my best friend? I thought I was an independent women, but I'm not sure I am. Lately I've become extremely dependent on my feelings. I mean, I'm an independent woman, right? Or am I?