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Ch 4

Apparating sucks. Plain and simple. Never been a fan of it, but alas, it is the quickest way to get to the pity party for Weasley.

Ughh why do I torture myself so? It isn't like the prat isn't lucky enough to have her for himself for all of eternity, now Potter has to drag him along to show Weasley just how lucky he is.

He should already know, he seethed.

The Three Broomsticks was usually crowded for a Thursday afternoon. The smoke was thick in the air. Disgusting. He could never see anything that his father had deemed acceptable. Smoking was definitely one of those traits.

After wading through the thick smoke, he managed to make out Potter and the slouched form that must be Weasley.

"I'll say Weasley, you really are looking like shit."

Really that was an understatement. He looked like someone ran over his puppy. He was slouched over the table clutching a bottle of butterbeer in his hand. Said bottle was empty at the moment. Seeming to realize this Ron poked his head up.

"Oi, get me 'nother one please," he slurred

Draco cocked an eyebrow and gestured toward the five empty one's already in front of him.

"Sure you need another one Weasley? You're already fucking hammered, and I really doubt Granger would want you coming home to her like that."

'Actually do us both a favor and not go home to her period,' he thought bitterly.

"Really Malfoy, would it kill you to stop being a prat and actually act like a decent person for once?" said Harry.

"Decent person? I believe I qualify for that title ten times over Potter," Draco said coolly. "Or have you forgotten about my past? Because I assure you there are many other places I would rather be right now than sitting here convincing this sod to be thankful she even lives in the same place as he does."

Harry looked a little sheepish. "I forgot Mal- Draco. I just figured that, you know, well it's been almost a year and-"

Malfoy cut him off. "And that time would help me rover from it? Sorry to disappoint Potter, but time does not heal all the proverbial wounds, either literal or figurative. Not that anyone cares to know but I'm not the cold heartless bastard that everyone sees me as."

"I didn't mean it that way," Harry said while polishing his glasses. "I only asked you to stop by to help 'cause I thought you were done simpering after her."

"Simpering, Potter? Didn't know you knew big words like that." Draco said. "Actually I don't think simpering applies. I'm pretty sure simpering would have at least gotten me a little attention. Hell she probably is still head over heels for me and just bidding her time with this dolt," he said sarcastically.

Unfourtunatly, Ron realized that Draco was present and went on to say, "Hey it's Ferret boy!" to the whole pub.

This statement just rubbed Draco the wrong way. He stood up quickly, knocking over several empty bottles in the process.

"Listen Weasley, I'm going to tell you this one time and one time only. As much as I hate to say it, you're the one who gets to be with Hermione. And if you want to keep it that way you better start acting like her husband instead of an estranged one. Honestly she would be better off without you, but for whatever reason she stays with you. So quit being a pussy and fucking man up! Cause if you don't she just might come to her senses and leave to be with someone a hell of a lot more fitting that you, you son of a bitch."

Harry just watched as Malfoy then stormed out of the Three Broomsticks muttering under his breath. He actually felt a mixture of pity and guilt. Pity for Malfoy and guilt for making him some down here to face the man who actually got the upper hand over him.

"Wassa 'matta wit' im?" Ron asked slightly dazed.

Harry put his head in his hands frustrated.

"Ron, Shut up."