Hey everyone! Heres chapter eighteen of Differences...

Chapter Eighteen

Hermione's Point of View

Did you ever just want to strangle your best friend?

Well, right now I'm having that feeling.

Draco and I were flirting up a storm in the Great Hall. Right when I was about to say we should leave, Ginny asked if I could go over to her quarters to help her study. Merlin, I want to kill her! I could be in my warm bed with a yummy Draco by my side. That is so much better than laying across the Common Room floor with books everywhere like I was doing now.

"What's the main ingredient in the Mumbleweed potion?" That was the question that blew me to pieces. Ginny did not need my help studying! Was she trying to get me away from Draco or what? I mean seriously, the main ingredient in the Mumbleweed potion is MUMBLEWEED!

"What are you playing at Ginny?" I yelled as I bolted up from the ground. "You do not need my help studying! Are you trying to seprate me and Draco?"

She let out a giggle, "'Mione, Harry wanted to talk to him. That's the only reason you're here. He wanted to ask him some stuff."

"Like what?"

"You know," Ginny shrugged. "The standard things guys ask other guys about their intentions for their best friends."

"What?" I gasped. "You can't be serious!"

She laughed again, "Hate to say that I am serious, 'Mione."

I groaned and thought about this. So, it was Harry's fault that I wasn't in my warm bed with a yummy Draco! Bloody hell, I just want to rip his head off! Would he like it if I took away his sexy time with Ginny? Probably not!

"You do realize that Harry might not have his balls after I let my anger out, right?" I asked her sweetly.

Her eyes widened, "You better not touch his manly parts, Hermione Granger! Those are for me to touch, not you to rip off!"

"Well, he's taking away from Draco/Hermione time!" I whined and flopped down on the maroon couch.

"Oh, when you two talk the political world?" She asked innocently with batted eyelashes.

I rolled my eyes, "No, it's when we have fun in b-"

I was cut off by a furious looking Ron coming downstairs. His eyes were ablaze with hatred as he looked straight me.

"Don't talk about you're spare time in here!" He raved and flung his arms in the air. "This is a public place!"

"Exactly," I replied instantly, "It's a public place, Weasley! I can say whatever the hell I want here!"

"Oh," He retorted with a death glare. "I'm Weasley now?"

"Yes, that's what happens when you torment someone in their sleep!"

I might have seen a flash of guilt run through his eyes, but as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared.

"I didn't torment you!" He raged on. "You made a bad descision."

"To you I made a bad descision, but I think it was the best thing I've ever done!"

"How can you say that? He is the conniving ferret we're talking about here! He's the one that calls you a mudblood and filth! How can you possibly have chosen him over me?"

"How could I not have chosen him over you?" I laughed harshly. "As terrible as that all sounds, it's not as bad as what you've done to me, Weasley! He's called me names. BIG DEAL! You've tortured me, embarressed me, and harrassed me! I think what he's done isn't as bad as what you've done and, unlike you, he's already making up for his mistakes. Do you know what I find amazing? It's the fact that you didn't even apologize for anything! You've just carried on with your pathetic excuse of a life! You're the-"

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor and I slipped into unconsciousness.

Draco's Point of View

That filthy little bastard!

He jumped Hermione! Who the fuck does that?

She's a girl, for Merlin's sake! Who drops that low?

Now, because of the Weasel, she's in the Hospital Wing again! Does he have a knack for putting her here or what?

Right when I began to calm down, the Shit-Face strutted into the Hospital Wing. He didn't even look the tiniest bit sorry.

"What the fuck are you doing in here, you fuck bag?" I swore at him and stood up from my place beside Hermione's bed. She had been unconscious for only a few minutes now and Madame Pomfrey assured me that she'd be awake within the next five minutes.

"I could as you the same thing, Man Whore." He replied smoothly.

"I'm Hermione's boyfriend."

His eyes tightened and his hands twitched toward the wand in his front pocket, but I pulled mine first.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" I hissed and held my wand in a striking position.

"S-Stop fighting," Hermione's sweet voice sounded from beside me as she reached out for my hand. I clasped it without taking my eyes off Weasley. He still hadn't reached for his wand, so I risked a look down at Hermione.

"Stupefy!" Potter's voice boomed and then Weasley was on his face on the polished floors.

Woah.

"Close your mouth, Malfoy, you'll catch flies." He gave me a weary smirk before tucking his wand back in his pocket.

"You just-You just stupified your best mate."

He shrugged, "He deserved it. He was trying to stun a man with his back turned. That is what I call a coward."

I raised my eyebrow and thought back. He was bagging on me, right now. He was referring to the time when I tried to stun him and "Professor Moody" caught me. That was the day I earned the nickname Ferret.

I sighed and looked him in the eye, "Thank you, Potter, and I'm sorry about what happened in fourth year."

"Oh don't apologize!" He burst into a fit of laughter. "That was one of the best days of my life! You were turned into a ferret and went down your henchmen's trousers!"

Shivering at the reminder, I looked down at Hermione. Her huge, brown eyes looked at me. They held a sense of amusement as they traced my face.

"Hello, love." She whispered softly, kissing my hand.

"Isn't that my line?"

She gave me a tired smile and pulled herself into a sitting postion.

"How are you, Harry?" She asked him with a grin. "And where's your little sneak of a girlfriend?"

That caused Potter to scowl, "She told you my plan."

It was a statement, not a question.

Hermione giggled and nodded, "She told me and I told her that you might not have your jewels later today."

His eyes widened and he looked at her fearfully.

"What'd I do?"

"You took away my time with Draco!" She replied and threw her hands in the air.

"We still have the rest of the day ahead of us, love." I reminded her quickly. No man deserves to have their manliness tampered with.

He silently thanked with a nod.

My comment made Hermione smiled with glee.

"You promise?" She asked me quietly, making sure Potter couldn't hear.

I winked at her in conformation.

She stretched her neck up and puckered her lips expectantly. Merlin, she's so damn adorable. I met her lips with mine and she smiled against my lips.

"Mmm, I'm excited for later." I whispered, but it apparently wasn't quiet enough because Potter gagged.

"Let's not talk about that right now!" Potter told us and pulged his ears.

"It's not much different than you and Gin!" Hermione accused him. She was smiling just as Potter was. They were obliviously playing around with each other. It was nice that Hermione had people who cared so much about her. The Weasleys-aside from brother Weasel-all seemed to care deeply about her. I had looked over Hermione's shoulder at breakfast once and she was replying to a earnest sounding Molly Weasley.

"Mr. Malfoy, dear, has Miss Granger awoken?" Madame Pomfrey asked hastily before shrieking. "Why is Mr. Weasley on the floor?"

"I stunned him, Madame." Potter told her without an guilt. He actually sounded a bit smug.

"And why did you do such a thing?" She yelled with her hands on her hips.

Harry looked her right in the eye, "He was going to attack Malfoy. I stopped him before he could. Malfoy had his back turned and wasn't in a position to defend himself. I simply saved you from cleaning another pair of sheets."

Hermione and I both let out a snort together before covering our mouths with our hands. Harry gave us a wink and a smile before returning his attention to a furious looking Poppy Pomfrey.

"Head Mistress' office! Now, Mr. Potter!" She screamed and Harry was laughing as he ran out of the Hospital Wing.

"You're free to go, Miss Granger." She told Hermione with a calm and collected voice.

Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She jumped out of bed and into my arms. I laughed and held her in a bridal style position. We thanked Madame Pomfrey and I ran out of the Hospital Wing with Hermione in my arms. People stared, of course, but we ignored them and laughed our hearts out.

Hermione practically screamed, "REMUS LUPIN" once we got to the Head Dorms.

That caused me to burst out in laughter as we made our way to her bedroom.

I threw her on the bed gently before attacking her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned and wrapped her thin arms around my neck. Her hands went instantly to my hair and she pulled away to pull in a short and shaky breath. I took the oportunity to kiss my way down her neck and her shoulder that was exposed due to her tank top. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her core was grinding against me through our pants.

I groaned loudly and tore off her tank top.

"Ugh, Malfoy!" She cried as my hands sought her breasts through her bra.

This was defiantly going to be fun.

How was that? I guess it could have been better, but I think Ron didn't learn enough from Blaise and Draco's beating. He needed to be taught by his best friend.