Common Room

"Draco, I'm going to dye my hair now if you want to watch."

"Coming." He got off the couch and walked towards the bathroom. Hermione started the dyeing process wile Draco watched and asked questions. She answered all of them as truthfully as she could, but then he asked THE QUESTION, "Hermione, what's up with you and the Weasel?"

She dropped the applicator bottle she was holding into the sink and turned around sharply. He eyes were pools of black fire. "NEVER ask me that again. Got it?" she said in a VERY dangerous voice. Draco had shrunk back in fear and nodded weakly. "Good. Now you can either stay in here and watch and not say anything, or you can leave. Your choice, I don't care either way." In the end, Draco chose to stay in the bathroom with Hermione. Neither of them said anything. Draco was scared of Hermione right now. He had never seen her like this before. He must have hit a major nerve. He decided to go to his favorite jewelry store. He walked out of the bathroom. Hermione didn't acknowledge him except for glancing up at him. He didn't notice the flash of regret in her eyes as he strode out the door.

Tiffany's

Draco walked into the store and went straight to the necklaces. He found several beautiful sapphire necklaces, but there was on that caught his eye. It was in the shape of a heart. It had sapphires around the outside and a heart-shaped diamond in the middle. It was hanging at an angle on a delicate silver chain. He walked to the counter, paid for the necklace, walked out the store and Appratated back to the Common Room. He walked through the portrait hole and checked to see if Hermione was still in the bathroom. She was. He wrote a letter and set it as well as the box on her bed. He went to his room and changed into his pajamas (silver boxers). He heard Hermione's door open and close. Then he heard a shriek, and heard footsteps running down the hall to his room and his door slammed open. Then he felt a body on top of him. That's when he experienced the most passionate kiss ever. After a fifteen-minute snogging session, Hermione pulled away. "Does that mean I'm forgiven?" Draco asked breathlessly.

"No Draco. I just felt like snogging you even though I was beyond pissed at you," she said with a straight face.

"Are you serious? I spent 97 galleons on you necklace and you're still mad at me?"

"Draco," she said slowly, as if she was talking to a little child, "I was being sarcastic. Of course I forgive you. I love my necklace. How did you know that my birthstone was a sapphire?"

"I'm just awesome like that. You look hot with black hair."

She just smirked at him. "Can I sleep in here tonight Draco? Please?" How could he resist that face? He cursed her for having this affect on him.

"Fine. Come here."

"Yay." She jumped onto his bed and curled up beside him, like a cat.

Next Day

Hermione was in her closet when she felt two strong arms wrap around her. "Good morning Draco."

"What the bloody hell? Since when is he Draco? You're going with me to Hogsmeade trip, remember? You're my girlfriend. Now hurry up and get dressed."

"Girlfriend? Girlfriend? I am not your damn girlfriend." She felt her temper rising quickly.

"Of course you are."

"Says who?"

"Says me. Hurry up we haven't got all day."

"No. I'm not going."

"Yes you are. Now come on." He gripped her arm very tightly, twisted it and it snapped. "Ow! What the hell was that for?" Hot tears were forming behind her eyes, threatening to spill over. Scorching, intense pain flared up in her arm.

"For not following me," he answered with a glare, "I'll be waiting in the hall." With that, he walked out of the room and into the hall. Hermione sank to the ground and inspected her arm. She had a big bruise forming in the shape of a hand. She couldn't move her wrist because he broke it. She started crying, it hurt so badly. That's when Draco came running in.

"What's wrong Hermione?" She looked down at her arm, which was hidden in the sleeve of her robe, and pulled it out. "Oh my God, who did this to you?" He said after his initial shock wore off.

"It doesn't matter. Just help me get to the Hospital Wing." He gingerly picked her up and started to carry her bridal style. "I'm perfectly capable of walking Draco."

"I know. I just want to carry you. What's wrong with that?" He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, trying to hide his worry and concern for her.

Hospital Wing

"What happened dear?" asked Madame Pomfrey as Draco set Hermione down on a bed carefully.

"I fell down the stairs." Madame Pomfrey could tell she was lying, but didn't press the issue any farther.

"Ok dear, just sit tight and I'll be with you shortly."

"Doesn't your arm hurt?"

"Not really. I can't feel it. He broke it, remember."

"Who did this to you Hermione?"

"Ron. He did this to me."

His face contorted in anger. "That SOB. When I get my hands on him-"

"Draco, I'll take care of him. Don't worry."

"How?" his anger slightly diminishing.

"You'll see. Trust me" she smiled an evil smile.

"Let's have a look at your arm and see what damage has been done by 'falling down the stairs'," Madame Pomfrey came sauntering into the room. She carefully picked Hermione's arm up and inspected it. "Well, your wrist has been broken in 2 different places. I can repair it with Bono Regrowo, but you will have to wear a cast for a month because the bone will be like cartilage. We have neon green, neon orange, neon pink, and purple. Which color will you like?"

"Neon orange."

She nodded. "Now Mr. Malfoy, hold her hand while I inject the Bono Regrowo into her arm. It will be very painful. Yes, I know about you two. I can read your body language. Are you ready Ms. Granger?" Hermione nodded stiffly. "One, two, three." Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and she squeezed it hard. Her face contorted in severe pain. It felt like a blazing fire in her arm and stayed there. Then it was gone. "All done Ms. Granger. I'll put the cast on your arm and you're free to go." 20 minutes later, Hermione had the cast on her arm. "You can go now. Ms. Granger, can I see you a minute? Mr. Malfoy can wait outside." Once Madame Pomfrey and Hermione were alone, Pomfrey started to question Hermione, "I know that you didn't fall down the stairs, so tell me who did this to you."

"Ron. Ronald Weasley."

"What are you going to do about it?" She knew Miss Granger, so she wasn't going to tell McGonagall about this.

"I'll figure something out."

Hermione walked out of the Hospital Wing and ran straight into Draco. "What did she want?"

"She just wanted to know who did this to me."

"Oh. Let's get going to Hogsmeade."

"But Draco, I have to change." She was still in her pajamas. They ran to the Common Room and into her closet. They found some clothes Hermione would never wear; a black camisole, some black jeans with a chain on them, and a pair of black platform stilettos. She found some black eyeliner, black mascara, and dark red lipgloss. She went to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. She walked down the stairs and ran into Draco, who did the classic double take. "Wow Hermione. That disguise looks good on you. You can really pull off the Goth look."

"Thank you. Can we leave now?"

"Sure." They linked their arms together and walked through the halls.

"I have a way to get back at Ron."

"How?"

"Just watch and see. Stand behind the second pillar to the right in the main hall."

"Why?"

"Be patient. You'll see."