Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? Nope, still unhealthily obsessed with Jasper and Emmett. I wanna marry a vampire damnit!
Anywho, thank you to all who reviewed, and all who added my first fanfic to one of the alert lists. You guys are definitely making me feel good about this. Oh and the bar fight, so completely not my idea, but it was a good one and I'm going to run with it.
On with the story.
I turned to face Draco, and I could see the muscles in his jaw twitching, he was trying to stay out of it, but it was taking all he had.
"So what now Hermione? You've ditched us and become a whore for the slytherins now? Well Draco, Blaise, I've had it, and to tell you the truth it wasn't that great. Just to let you know." This came from Ron. I noticed Harry wasn't saying anything; he was too busy looking at the ground.
This was all I noticed, because the arms around my waist abruptly disappeared and all hell broke loose.
Rhiannon was quick to pull me behind the bar right as the first punch was thrown, right into the smug freckled face of one Ronald Bilius Weasley. Before he could recover, Draco was on top of him, the only thing I could make out being said was, "never let me hear you call her a whore again!"
Harry wasn't jumping in to help his friend, and Blaise was trying his best to pull Draco off of Ron.
"A little help here Potter, or are you too chicken shit and afraid of getting hit like your mate?"
"Tell me Blaise, why the fuck should I help you?" he responded.
Blaise just shook his head and continued trying to pull Draco from the fight. He finally succeeded and pushed him down onto a stool.
Bryson was the one with the good sense to call the cops and it was about this time that they showed up.
The first one in looked straight at me and asked what happened. So I told him.
"Officer, these two came in here and started bothering me, they are not welcome here. I want them escorted from the property. I won't press charges this time, but if it happens again I want them cuffed and escorted to a jail cell." I recanted the story, gesturing to Harry and Ron. When the officer asked about Draco and Blaine's involvement I told him they were just protecting me.
When all the drama was finished I turned to Draco and noticed for the first time that there was blood dripping from his blond hair, I motioned for Blaise to help him up and led them to my office. I let Rhiannon know what I needed her to bring up, and asked Bryson to bring a bucket of water.
After I closed the door, I turned around and studied the two for a moment.
"Not that I don't appreciate it, but where the hell did the protectiveness for me come from?" I was curious, I wanted to know.
"Granger, I mean Hermione, we had no idea that you owned this place when we decided to come in here, but as it is, I'm glad we decided to. Draco and I, well we're both sorry for the shit we put you through. We don't expect you to forgive us. We both wondered what happened to you after school. I thought you would have married that stupid sorry excuse of a human, I'm glad to see that you were smart enough not to. As for the protectiveness, well, I don't like to see a woman being disrespected, and Draco here had to see his dad speaking to his mom like that for years. I reckon he just snapped and felt the need to do what he did because of that. He feels that no woman should be subjected to that."
Draco chose that moment to speak up. "Hermione, I'm not going to say I'm sorry for the way I treated you, because frankly I don't think sorry is enough. But Blaise was right, just seeing them treating you that way, I saw red. All I could think of was shutting Ron Weasley's big mouth for him. I will apologize about any trouble that was caused tonight. I should have kept my temper but I couldn't."
"Draco, it's completely alright. You stood up for me. Speaking quite honestly, those two terrify me now. But you need to let me clean you up and see how bad you're hurt."
I began to wipe the blood from his hair as thoroughly as I could while still being gentle. Immediately I saw where the blood was coming from. There was a huge gash right at his hairline. I cleaned him up as well as I could and gave him some pain killers that I had in my purse. It was then that I noticed the time. The club had been closed for at least thirty minutes and Rhiannon and Bryson had already left.
I told Blaise that I needed to make sure everything was locked up. He accompanied me out to the main floor, and checked to make sure that there was no one lurking about.
When the three of us were ready to leave, Blaise refused to let me walk home like I always do. He stated that Harry and Ron could still be waiting to confront me again. I didn't argue because I knew he was right.
I cracked and allowed him and Draco to take me home.
