"I can't believe him!" Ron seethed. Ginny put her arms on her hips.
"Well you did tell him it was ok you know." Ron threw himself into the common room couch.
"Well I didn't expect him to actually do it..." Ron muttered under his breath. Ginny rolled her eyes and sat on the arm of the chair next to Ron.
"Harry is happy, so is Hermione. She needs to be happy; you know she hasn't been herself. Let them be and find a new girl." Ginny finished, getting up and walking into the girl's dormitory.
Why does he have to get whatever I want? Ron wondered.
"No wonder Malfoy hates Harry. He gets all the breaks..." Ron roughly pushed himself off of the chair and stomped his way out of the common room. He couldn't believe the necklace Harry had got for Hermiones birthday. Harry had ordered it from a copy of 'Witch Weekly' Ginny had given to him. He wasn't even going to go into what it had cost. More than his dad could make at the ministry in months that was for sure. Suddenly a cold drawl interrupted his thoughts.
"Out past curfew Weasely. Five points from Gryffindor." Draco said with a smug look.
"Shove off Malfoy." Draco smiled.
"Angry about Potter and Granger eh?"
"Yep, that necklace he got must have cost a fortune. I must admit, never thought it'd be Potter and Granger..."
Ron's face turned a brilliant shade of red and he clenched his teeth.
"Why do you care Malfoy?" Draco stepped closer to Ron.
"I have a little deal to make with you."
Hermione practically floated into the common room that night after dinner. Draco glared at the necklace but said nothing to her. Shortly after she got back, much to her relief, Draco left for patrolling duties. She felt so happy in fact that she decided to treat herself to a warm bubble bath. Even surrounding the tub with candles. After a near 45 minutes of soaking she drained the tub and after getting dressed, wrapped her hair in a towel. She walked out of the steamy bathroom and made herself comfortable on the common room couch. She absent-mindedly gazed around the room, flashes of dinner running through her head. As she looked around a small leather book on the table caught her eye.
Dracos diary.
Hermione tried to pry her eyes from the book but couldn't resist. She groaned and reached over and picked up the book.
'I don't know what I feel for her. Something I've never felt with anyone else before. It's all so confusing. If father finds out he'd kill us both...'
She quickly glanced at the date. The day before they broke up. She quickly snapped the book shut. She had Harry now; she didn't need this right now. She carelessly tossed the book back on the table and grabbed a pillow, shoving it behind her head. Her eyes slowly drooped closed. The next thing she knew is the common room was pitch black. For some reason even the fire was out. She blinked a few times trying to get her eyes to adjust to the dark. She slowly stood up from the couch, groping for something that would help her make her way to her room. She paused for a second, straining her ears to hear. Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind.