Chapter 3
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Hermione?!"
He heard that annoying Weasel's voice interrupting their perfect moment.
"Oh-oh! Ron! I was just…uhm.."Her heard his girlfriend, yes his girlfriend, stutter out.
"Well, Weasel," he interjected, trying to hide his anger "She was just kissing me, you dimwit. What? You don't recognize it? You and Lav Lav sure do it enough."
Ron seemed hurt by these words, but not enough that he was going to say anything to hurt Hermione's feelings.
"Don't you talk about me and my girlfriend like that!" He yelled.
Is this idiot really trying to be tough?
Malfoy was a little bit shocked, but more he was just bored.
Ron certainly wasn't as amusing when he wasn't with his precious Harry.
"Well. Should we go get your girlfriend? You can explain to her why you're interrupting private moments between me and my girlfriend." Draco wanted to patronize the stupid Weasley boy until he either left or did something really stupid.
To be honest, he was kind of hoping for the second one.
"I am just protecting my friend." Ron said, seeming unsure of his own excuse. Draco quickly caught onto that.
"What, Ron? Did you follow us out here?" Hermione said. She had finally gotten over the shock of Ron's interruption, but she was more shocked about Draco's use of the G-word so casually.
"Yes, do tell us Weasel. How did you find us?" Draco repeated.
"Well," Ron hesitated before going on. "I was , uh, going to the library?" The way he said it made it sound more like a question then an answer, "to, um, look for you Hermione. I was…I was going to ask you a question, but then when I got there, well…you weren't there." He was fabricating this story horribly, but Draco planned on letting him stumble over his words for a bit longer.
"So, I…erm…I figured you went down to see Hagrid, but you, uh, weren't there either. Hagrid wasn't cos, well, he was still at dinner." Ron was hoping somebody, anybody would interject and stop this horrible story.
"And, uh. Well. When I was coming back up, I saw you guys. And…well….uh…that's when I interrupted." He finished off weakly.
"That's a nice little story, Weasel. How about you tell us the truth now? You never would have had time to do all that, even if you left seconds after Hermione did. Which, by the way, I know you didn't." Draco drawled.
"Fine! Fine!" Ron threw up his hands in surrender. "I knew something was up, so I followed you Draco. Alright? Happy now?"
"Absolutely not!" Hermione screeched.
"Hermione, it's ok. The Weasley brat was worried about you." Draco said quietly to his girl.
He still couldn't believe that the smart, gorgeous witch was his girl.
"Shut up, Ferret boy! I don't need you defending me." Ron said defiantly.
"Fine, mate." Draco said with a look of amusement in his silver eyes. "It's your funeral."
"Oho! It certainly will be!" Cried Hermione.
She walked up to Ron until she was inches from him and he had nowhere to go.
Draco was curious as to what she was going to do.
Maybe she'll punch him in the face. That girl has one hell of a right hook.
He chuckled to himself at the image and the memory of when she punched him in their third year.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't been paying attention to what was going on until he heard Ron screaming something he never thought the redhead would ever say.
"Shut up, you filthy mudblood!" He yelled just before he turned and ran off.
Draco knew how upset this would make Hermione.
The gorgeous witch turned to him with tears in her chocolate brown eyes.
"How could he?!" She sobbed.
Draco desperately wanted to chase the arsehole down and beat him until he couldn't think anymore.
The only thing stopping him was his crying girlfriend.
So, he just pulled Hermione close and was holding her when he saw it.
The Dark Mark had just been set over the castle.
This wasn't supposed to happen yet!