Hey guys :)
I've written and re-written this chapter a lot, because I wasn't quite sure where to go with it. The problem is, I guess it's too obvious when shown from Draco and Hermione's perspective, so this one is from Pansy and Ron's. Hope you like it.

Ron was bored. He was generally bored in Defence Against the Dark Arts, or any class for that matter. The thing that made this lesson especially tedious today was Hermione sitting right in front of him. His eyes raked over every tiny curl, every curve of her body, and every time she so much as moved his heart raced. He was undoubtedly in love with her. He put his head down on the table, closed his eyes and thought back to the day they broke up.

"RON!" Shouted Hermione happily bounding over to him. He caught her in his arms and held her close to his chest.
"Hey 'Mione." he grinned into her hair. She pulled away and brought his face to hers, kissing him passionately.
"Oh, Hermione. I love you." he told her. She smiled.
"I love you too, Ron. So much." They entangled their hands and smiled at each other, looking into the other's eyes. They'd been going out for almost a year, and Ron couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather be with.
"Ronald, have you ever had sex before?" she asked suddenly. Ron looked shocked.
"No way, Hermione. Have you?" he asked. She looked down at the floor and mumbled.
"Well, no. I mean yes, technically, but no. I don't count it..." she said scratching her head.
"Who with?" he asked, positively fuming.
"My old boyfriend from the Muggle world. We were 15. I went back to see him in the Summer, and we sort of kicked off." she shook her head. "But I didn't like it, I got scared and asked him to stop, and he wouldn't. I've never spoken to him since, Ron. I promise." she begged, noticing he was angry with her.
"I can't believe you never told me this. Does Harry know?" he asked, outraged.
"Yes." she sighed. "I knew it'd upset you." she said, tears forming in her eyes.
"You're such a whore, Hermione. We're over." he said, storming out of the room. Hermione collapsed on the floor and cried her heart out."

Ron shivvered. He knew he'd overreacted, and he'd tried to apologize, but she just wouldn't listen. Now his heart ached and he loved her so much. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and hold her hand and sing to her and do all the cute romantic things they once did together, but he knew that there was no time for that. They were over, and she'd moved on. He knew what was happening, he saw the way she looked at Draco Malfoy. God, he hated that guy. She looked at him like she'd throw herself in front of a killing curse for him. Ron would happily cast the killing curse on the two of them.
"Hey, Ron. Sorry, do you have any ink?" Hermione said, looking over her shoulder. Ron's breath caught in his throat. Her perfect brown hair and eyes, her silky skin.
"Um. No, sorry." he said quietly. He saw her face drop slightly in disappointment.
"But you can have mine. I'll just get another one." Ron offered. Hermione's face lit up.
"Wow, thanks Ron. You're a good friend." she smiled, patting his hand. Ron felt a deep sense of pleasure. He knew that little things like that meant the world to Hermione, and Hermione meant the world to him. He laughed bitterly and put his head in his hands. And then there was the whole fiasco in her bedroom the other day. What was that? Had he actually tried to rape her? He shuddered and closed his eyes. What would have happened if he'd succeeded? He'd have never spoken to her again. When the bell rang after class, his heart lifted and he ran out of the classroom as fast as he could.

Pansy wanted to have sex. Pansy always wanted to, but today especially. There was something about the way Draco looked today. His hair was perfect, covering his blue eyes. His skin was flawless, and he was just hot. He was sitting in his favourite chair in the Slytherin common room, head back, eyes closed, a slight smirk on his beautiful face. Pansy walked across the room and kissed him on the mouth.
"Pansy." he sighed, his eyes fluttering open. She gave him a sexy smile and folded herself onto his lap.
"Draccy" she whispered seductively in his ear, biting his neck. He looked at her with an annoyed expression. She knew when he was annoyed with her, or when he wanted her to leave him alone, but she was totally in love with him. Besides, their story was like, the most romantic she'd ever heard of.

It was Quiddich practice, and as usual, Pansy was watching Draco. She thought he was the hottest guy she'd ever seen - at least around Hogwarts. She was currently dating some Hufflepuff boy (who's name kept escaping her - good kisser, though). The team stopped flying around, and she just caught Draco as he was putting his broomstick back in the cupboard.
"Wow." she said, in a seductive voice. "You sure know how to work a broomstick." she flirted, winking. Draco smirked at her, and whispered in her ear:
"Definitely. I'll see you in the common room, Parkinson." he winked, walking off. Pansy felt her heart race.

In the common room, Pansy sat with a large group of her friends, laughing at a first year Ravenclaw they'd made cry. When Draco walked in the room, they all started talking about how attractive he was.
"Oh yeah?" said Pansy, cocky as always. "Watch this." she got up and sauntered over to him.
"Malfoy."
"Parkinson." they looked at each other from the corners of their eyes before he grabbed her and started making out passionately with her against the wall. She was trapped between this insanely hot, muscular boy and the concrete wall. She thrust her chest into his, forcing him to push down on her harder, and therefore causing the kiss to be even more passionate.

From that day, Pansy knew she was in love.
"Draco, can we have 'fun' now? We haven't in...weeks." she said, mentally counting the last time they'd been 'intimate'. It'd been 2 whole weeks.
"I'm just...not in the mood." he sighed, tired. Pansy pouted. "Grow up, Parkinson." he mumbled, pushing her off his lap and storming into his dorm. She shrugged and walked over to Tracey Davis.
"What's eating him?" she asked, barely looking up from the book she was reading.
"I don't know. I bet he's just playing hard to get." Pansy answered. She totally knew him.