Hello everyone! I am back. I convinced my sister to write for me while I dictated which took a lot of effort, but it worked! Yippee! I am still sick and cannot see laptop or television for a long time, so I spend most of my time reading Percy Jackson books again. I never get bored of the Greek Gods. It is so freeking hilarious that I actually fell off my bed when I first read it. Hail J. K. Rowling and Rick Riordan! I love both of them so much. And no on with the story…

Chapter 4

Draco's POV

We were laughing when the door opened. I turned around to see who it was and was about to make a comment about how to knock the door before entering when I saw him. The person I loathe so much- Ron Weasely. I wonder how he was born in such a loving family. He was the black sheep of the family. Percy Weasley turned out to be so much better than him. I don't remember when I started to love the Weasley family but Ron Weasley was surely not one of them. I find it hard to stand it the same room with him. Blimey! How much I hate him.

I turned to look at Granger. She looked like she just saw Snape naked. Oh gross! It's impossible to even imagine that. She turned really very pale, like very pale. I don't remember anyone looking that pale, except for Voldemort, of course!

Red-face (I stopped calling him Weasel because it will offend the Weasleys, who I think, are my family now. So yeah, I thought that Red-face was more like him seeing he turns red whenever… scratch that, every time I speak.), staggered into the room. I glanced at him and continued to look at Granger's face, wanting to show any emotion than just sit still like a statue and continue to look pale.

"Hey Hermione" I heard him greet her in a… weird voice? Granger met my eyes and we both knew why he staggered into the room and why he sounded do weird.

Ronald Weasley decided to come to visit his hospitalized girlfriend, Hermione Granger, drunk. DRUNK! That was a new low of him. Then I saw Granger grow paler. How can someone pale grow paler? I thought it was impossible until now. I stood up and went to stand next to Granger's bed. I noticed her gripping her sheets with an iron grip making her knuckles go white. I looked at Red- face and saw him go red. Why is everyone in this room turning colors? Granger white and now Ron red? Should I be turning green? I imagined how I would look if I was green and immediately kicked the image out of my mind. That was just disgusting.

"Malfoy" Red-face greeted me with venom dripping in his voice.

"Red- face" I said in a rather cheerful manner. He looked a little confused, not knowing I was greeting him, looked around. He is a dumb person and when he is drunk… well use your imagination.

I looked at Granger and saw her come back to her normal color. I think Red- face realized that I was greeting him looked angry and, I daresay, more red.

"Shut your wise mouth ferret"

"Oh! So you do realize that I am intelligent or for a matter of fact, you are dumb" I said with a grin.

"Shu-"

"Stop it you two. Stop acting like 5 year olds." Granger said in her usual tone.

Red- face wanted to protest but seeing shut his mouth again. I just stood there grinning like a cherish cat.

"I need to talk to you Hermione, in private" he said, glaring at me.

Granger looked at me with expectation. I shrugged and went out the door, closing it behind me. I thought of eavesdropping, so I put my ear on the door and listened to them.

"How are you feeling?" I heard the Red-face ask Granger.

"I am fine Ron" she answered. I snorted. Did she look fine to him? He must be really very drunk to notice her.

"So now that you are fine, will you come to my match tomorrow?" Ok that was… I can't even think of a word to express my feelings. Did he even look at her? His girlfriend if in hospital and all he cares about is his stupid Quidditch match? He is so fucking low! I cursed loudly. An elderly women happened to pass me looked at me in a disapproving manner. I whispered an apology and concentrated at the work in my hand.

"I even bought tickets for you. VIP one's" he said rather proudly. I wanted to go inside and hex him.

"I am so sorry Ron, but I can't" she said in a surprised tone. No wonder why she was surprised.

"But it is a VIP ticket 'Mione" he said in an angry tone. Someone help me, I prayed to the gods above. This boy is so thick.

"I am sorry Ron but the doctor has told me to rest for at least one week." she said.

"So what? I mean you can always sneak out. You have done it before, you can do it again. By the way, the tickets are VIP! Don't you know how hard it is to get them?" he said. I think he is getting angrier. Can someone be thicker? I mean even a 4 year old can make it out that you are sick.

"Ron you are drunk. You have no idea what you are talking about. Let's just talk later." She said in a tired tone.

"You know what Hermione? You are selfish. You are a selfish little bitch. All you care about is yourself and your happiness. I know you don't like Quidditch but at least you could fake a little happiness. You should be grateful that I am with you, you bitch. Girls will be dying to be in your place. And I definitely deserve better than you. You are alright. You are just faking sickness so that you can pass the Quidditch match. Can someone be more selfish than you? You m-"

I had enough. I burst into the room. Granger was sitting straight, looking tired and surprised. I saw hurt in her eyes. Tears threatening to flow. But she sat still, as if absorbing whatever he said to her. Red- face was standing at the foot of her bed. His hands folded into fists. His face red, clashing with his hair.

I went and stood near Granger's bed, pointing my wand at Red- face. "Get out. Get out before I do something that you will be ashamed of for the rest of your life." I said in a cold voice, glaring at him. He looked scared for a second but covered it up and staggered out of the room.

I bet he thought of all the times I gave him horns, tails and an extra hand. I wanted to laugh but it just didn't come out of my mouth. I looked at Granger. She just sat still, staring at the door. I didn't know what to do. Granger's life reminded me of my mother's. They were both alike. Both loved their man too much to leave them. Both the men were too evil. And Granger and my mother were too pure. My mother killed herself at last, but I won't let Granger do anything do that stupid. I made a promise to myself to protect her forever. Not to let her fate like that of my mother.

I sat on the chair beside the bed. Granger pulled her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around them and buried her face. Her shoulders shook as she cried. She cried softly, not to let anyone hear her sobs which I did. I ran a hand through her hair hesitantly and comforted her.

"Don't hold up Hermione, let it all out." And she did. She cried for a long time before falling asleep. I adjusted her position and was pulling up the cover when Harry and my so-called-mother, Ginny (according to Harry and Granger), entered.

"Sorry, these potions were hard to find. We had to search a lot" Harry said, as soon as they entered. He abruptly stopped when he saw Granger's tear streaked face.

One look at her and they started shooting question and glared at me. I made them both shut up and after I convinced that I had nothing to do with her crying, they cooled a little but were still angry. Ginevra Weasley Potter asked me only one question.

"What the hell happened here?"

Ta-dah! That's the end of the chapter. Like it? Hate it? Review it! I actually read in another fanfiction. I hope I don't offend the author. I just wanted to try it out and I am not going to use it again. But seriously guys, please review! I don't mind hates. Suggestions are most welcome. I think I am going to change the title so yeah, beware!

IMPORTANT: I have changed my name from CrazyKid00 to Slytherin Muggleborn

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