"Oh, c'mon Hermione, really!" Ron ran to catch up with Hermione, whose long strides were no match for his shorter ones. "There's no reason for you to do this to us! It was just a joke! Honestly!"

"A joke?" Hermione whirled around, horrified. "You call what you did, a – a joke? That's not a joke Ron, that's – that's just mean." She choked on her words and wiped away angry tears, then turned back around and began walking again.

"Hermione!" Ron was begging, pleading, even, and she still wouldn't budge. "Come on, Hermione! It was just a joke; I didn't realize it was going to go that far!"

"I'd really appreciate it if you thought more before you did something! Harry could've been killed! And you just stand here and call it a joke while he's in the hospital wing!" This time she didn't bother to listen, didn't bother to wipe away any of the tears that were now cascading down her cheeks. It was just too much.

Ron stopped, panting for breath, and looked up at Hermione's receding figure. She couldn't honestly dump him because of this, could she? Was it really possible?

"Weaselbe! Weaselbe!" Draco strode out from behind a pillar, a smug look plastered on his face, and his wind tucked loosely into his pocket.

"What is it now, Malfoy?" He had to show Hermione that he cared somehow, and maybe he'd be able to wrestle Draco or something...

"I bet you that in two weeks-" Draco put up two fingers dramatically, "I can snog Granger in front of you!" He laughed, "Fifteen galleons."

Ron tried to hide his laughter. Draco, make-out with Hermione? That was absurd. Sure, he'd take the bet.

"Of course, Malfoy. But let's make it fifty galleons, just for good measure. Got it?" Ron laughed. There was an extra fifty galleons in his pocket that he could use to buy something nice for Hermione, to make it up to her.

"Fine, Weasel. Done." Draco nodded, glanced over at a bunch of first year Hufflepuffs, "BOO!"

The Hufflepuff's scurried around quickly, until it was only Ron and Draco standing in the courtyard. Draco approached Ron quickly, then whispered, "And let's add in another fifteen if I can get her to have sex."

Now Ron paled. Why would Draco be betting so much money into this, unless he had some kind of plan? Could there possibly be a way he could woo Hermione? "Uh…sure. Sixty-five galleons."

"You got it."

Author's Note : Sorry this part is so short, but I've got caught with a bad cold. Review for another update! It gets better!