Ch. 3: Deceit and the Game.
"Ron? Is that you?" She calmly asked after being pulled into a cupboard a month after her confrontation with Malfoy.
"Yea. Listen I need to talk to you" Malfoy said.
"Not now. I want my kiss first." Hermione hushed him.
"No. I have to tell you something." Urgency apparent in his voice.
"What is it Ronnie?" She lit up the tip of her wand and saw Ron's sad solemn face.
"I'm breaking up with you. I really don't feel right with you as my girlfriend, plus you don't deserve me. You're too good for me, and I'm always taking advantage of you. I'm sorry 'moine, but it's for the best." He could see the heartbreak on her face and then the light flickered and died. "Good bye 'moine." and with that left her.
He heard her sobbing behind the door and ran to the boys room to wait for the polyjuice potion to wear off. When he was back to himself he heard the bathroom door open and the water running, he stepped out of the stall to see Weasley washing his hands.
'Imperio!' Malfoy thought. "Weasley, you have broken up with Hermione. You hate her. You will ignore her, and pretend you two never went out… oh, and you are to act like a weasel anytime anyone says your name." He laughed and walked out of the bathroom.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry asked when he saw Hermione crying on the couch.
"R-Ron du-dumped m-me!" Hermione wailed.
"He what! I'm going to kill that bloody git." Harry stormed.
"N-No. It's o-ok Ha-Harry." Hermione sniffed. Harry took her in his arms and just held her, rocking her back and forth, while she sobbed on his shoulder. After a while she got up and left and started wandering the halls.
'I should find Hermione.' Ron was thinking. 'But you're broken up with her and you hate her.' Another voice in his head told him. 'No. I love her. I'd never break up with her. I want to marry her.' Ron was fighting against the imperious curse, 'No you hate her. YOU HATE HER.' "YES, I HATE HER!!" Ron yelled aggressively.
"Granger?" Draco asked when he turned the corner and saw a mob of big bushy hair bobbing up and down and a faint sobbing sound. Hermione slowly looked up and glared at him for a second before breaking out into a fresh batch of tears. He walks over to her and taps her shoulder.
"Hey you want to play a game?" Draco quietly smirks. Hermione looks up questioningly.
"What kind of game?" She starts to smile.
"I'll tell you the rules. It doesn't really have a name."
"Ok. So how do you play the 'game'?" She slyly asks smiling at him.
'First rule; Don't tell anybody.' "Don't tell… Well that would be easy." She laughs staring up at her ceiling on her bed, remembering their conversation.
'Last rule; No chickening out on anything.' "What's that supposed to mean? hmm… well, I'll find out now, won't I?" She grinned and falls asleep.