Draco, Max and Milestio were walking down the hallway when they spooted him.
"Look who we have here boys. It's Ron Weasley."
What in the bloody hell do you want Malfoy?" Spat Ron.
"What do I want. I want you to move out of my way. Or we can make you." Replied Draco.
Ron looked straight into Malfoys eyes, a challenge.
"Give it your best shot!"
Malfoy threw his head back and laughed. Then he nodded to Max and Milestio who advanced towards Ron and circled him. Ron had his hands in fists ready to keep them at bay. The first hit came from Max. He was behind Ron and his knuckles connected with his skull full force. Ron fell over and they began kicking him until Draco called them off after a minute. Max moved Ron out of the way and they left him there, bloodied and beaten to the pulp.
Four hours later Draco found himself sitting in the library. It was after curfew and he wasn't supposed to be in there but he couldn't help himself. He heard footsteps approach him and instantly Draco thought someone was going to give him trouble for being out. He spun around only to find himself facing Hermione.
"What are you doing here. Are you mad about what I did to Ron?"
"No. I knew you were going to attack him and Harry. But that doesn't mean I support what your doing. I um came here to."
Hermione's cheecks went bright red maker them look fuller and it made her face stand out more Draco thought. She kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she put hers around his neck. They backed up onto the sofa and rurned out the lamp. There kisses had become desperate. They were tangled in each other. They stayed there till early in the morning promising nobody would know about that night.