Disclaimer: I was gone the whole summer trying to find that stupid genie, he's an evasive little bastard. So, needless to say, I'm not J.K. Rowling- otherwise I would go and buy that purse I've had my eye on….
A/N- Sorry for to whole not updating thing…I know it pisses me off when someone doesn't update with a couple minutes of me reading their last chapter. I've been working on my book and (without Angel here to force me) haven't had time to write this story.
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Chapter 5- Negotiations
"….." Harry stared speechless at Ron, who was holding his wand up at Draco. The smoke coming out of the end was that only evidence that he had cast the curse. Well, that and the huge hole in the wall behind Draco's head.
"You. Are. So. Lucky. That. Missed." Draco seethed after he had stared at the hole caused by the dark curse.
Ron just continued to point his wand at Draco, his breath coming unevenly. Harry eyed the situation between Draco and Ron and decided that it was best if he stepped in now, before Ron decided to use another, more irreversible Unforgivable Curse. "Well done, chap," he exclaimed patting Ron on the back, "We'll have to work on your aim, though. Along with your choice of targets and place of attack. Hermione is going to kill you when she sees that hole." Harry had eased Ron's wand from his hand while he talked and now stood in front of Ron, trying to calm him down. Draco had his eyes narrowed at Ron. Slowly, Draco raised his wand to curse Ron for casting an Unforgivable at him when Hermione came storming down the stairs.
"WHO THE HELL IS USING DARK CURSES IN THIS HOUSE?!" Hermione reached the bottom of the steps and stood with her hands on her hips. If looks could kill…
All three boys paled at the sight of the livid Hermione. Draco glanced quickly at his raised wand. He lowered it and smirked at Ron, "You are so busted." By this time, Ron was crouching behind Harry, trying unsuccessfully to hide his tall form behind Harry's noticeably shorter one.
"Draco did it!" Ron said as he pointed at Draco from behind Harry.
"I did what?! Do not EVEN try to blame this on me!"
"Ronald Weasley!" Ginny exclaimed, "Why don't you own up to your own actions and stop blaming poor Draco?"
"Poor Draco?" Hermione stuttered, "He tried to use Crucio on Harry on Ron…wait! Why is the hole behind you? Wow, you have horrible aim…"
"Oh shove it Granger. The hole is behind me because Weasel boy over there was the one who did it. And I happened to pride myself on my magical and physical capabilities," Draco said as he stared into Hermione's eyes.
Her eyes narrowed as she heard the last part. "That's just like you, Draco," she stressed his name sweetly, "Always thinking you're amazing at everything you do; although, most of the time, you're just mediocre." Hermione smiled and moved to open the door for him to leave.
Draco loved that she said his first name; although, she said it to try to irritate him. The fact that she was telling the Golden Boys that he wasn't good in bed was what was irritating. A quick glance at them confirmed that they had, in fact, understood what was implied. "Can I talk to you alone?" he said in a low voice, poorly masking his irritation.
"No, you may..." Hermione started before Ginny interrupted with an enthusiastic, "Of course you can!"
Ginny turned to glare at Harry and Ron, "You two come with me. I want to have a little talk to you about being nice."
Harry and Ron glanced once more at Hermione's pleading face, asking them not to leave her alone in the same room as Malfoy. They shrugged helplessly as Ginny snapped at them to hurry up and followed her up the stairs. Before they were out of sight, Hermione saw Ron punch Harry in the arm. "Ouch, what was that for?"
"You're the one who got the whole Unforgivable Curse thing in my head!"
"I didn't tell you to use it in the house! Or against Malfoy!"
"All the same, you got it into my head. You can get yelled at. It's not my fault."
"How is it not your fault? I didn't try to use a dark curse on him!"
"You've gotta fight fire with fire, not flowers and fluff," Ron mimicked.
"Yeah, but Malfoy is flowers and fluff- you don't fight him with fire."
Hermoine smiled as they disappeared around the corner and into a room, no longer audible. A hand on her shoulder made her smile disappear, "Let's discuss our future, shall we?"
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A/N- it's short, but I'll update soon. I really just wanted to get something out to you guys so you wouldn't be totally depressed….although no one is into this story enough to care whether or not I update ever again, except Angel.
ANGEL- CALL ME WHEN YOU READ THIS!!!
Much love,
Shadow
P.S.- Don't worry! I will NOT make Hermione weak in any way! I think that Hermione is a very very VERY strong witch and can pretty much kick Malfoy's ass anytime she wants….okay, that's not true. I like to think of them as perfect matches. Who will win if they are perfectly even matches? Dun dun dun…..
