A/N Unbeta-ed…..anyone interested? PM me
A/N2 They live in America…..cause of the whole FBI thing…yyeeaaahhhhh…..
Draco POV
She pushed herself off the car, and started walking slowly forward, a sugary smile plastered to her face. "Why hello Ronald." his eyebrows scrunched up as he stepped toward her, letting the door shut behind him. "Hi?" he answered hesitantly, taking out his keys. "What's up?" "Oh, nothing" she said, the sickly sweet smile still plastered to her face. "Because if something were going on, I'm sure you'd tell me, right?" Ron rolled his eyes, not sensing the tension. "Seriously 'mione? If this is about that ski trip again, I told you, Trish and I are just friends." he smiled at her, and started walking past her, until she sidestepped in front of him. "Really?" she said, feigning innocence. At this point, I was moving slowly backward, trying not to be seen by Ron or Hermione. I knew Ron would throw a hissy fit if he saw me, and good ol' Grange would punch me in the face for no apparent reason. You see, when Granger gets mad, she gets PISSED. And I was normally the victim of her anger. Fun, I know. Her voice cut across my thoughts, "When she called at noon, she was convinced that you were a little more than friends..." she said, tilting her head slightly. "What?" Ron replied, scratching his neck, and looking around, finally catching sight of me. "Wha- Hey!" he exclaimed, pushing Hermione to the side. "What are you doing here?" He snarled, stalking toward me. "Trying to get a nice laugh in?" He reached me, and started to raise his hands, presumably to try to shove me. I knocked his hands out of the way, and held my ground. "Not at all, Weasley. Merely empathizing with Hermione." Ron whipped his head around to look at her, only to grimace at the glare he was still receiving. "You see, dear Ginger, I was put through the same situation not so long ago. You know, your 'significant other' cheating on you" I arched my eyebrow as I finished the sentence, pausing to let my words sink in. "Not only that," I continued, "But the pregnancy as well. Hermione and I have a lot in common right now." As he looked up to meet my eye, I continued, "you know, our….EX 'partners' both getting pregnant, or getting someone…..I believe her name was Trish? Pregnant." I saw a look of surprise on her face, before the stony expression set back in. His eyes widened as his head whipped back and forth between Hermione and I. Her arms were crossed, and she was tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for an explanation…Or a chance to hit him, whichever came first, I was sure. "I- I- what?" he stuttered, still looking between us, a look of horror on his face. "I wouldn't cheat on Hermione! Especially not with Trish!" This was the breaking point for Hermione. She stepped forward, raised her arm, and slapped him across the face with enough force that he staggered backwards. I winced, knowing how much that had to hurt. "HOW DARE YOU?" she yelled, fisting his collar, "YOU HAVE THE GALL TO SAY THAT YOU WERENT CHEATING ON ME?" She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "I trusted you." She continued, in an eerily calm voice. "I trusted you, and this is what you do to me? You go and get my friend pregnant?" she opened her eyes, and locked gazes with him. "I trusted you." She sneered, and let go of his collar, bringing her hands to rest on her hips. "Leave. Get out of my sight." She said, shaking her head slightly, a hint of the sneer still present. He faltered, not wanting to leave her. "GO!" she screamed pushing hum into his car. "GO! Go back to Trish, your lover!" Just go!" he scrambled into his car, and took off, afraid of another attack. She stood there, swaying slightly, when the tears started running down her face. Oh, no no no no! She's crying! Crap! I looked around, hoping a box of tissues would magically appear, but no such luck. I'm TERRIBLE around crying girls, so it just figures that the one girl that I happen to be enemies with, is the one that has to start bawling. What I didn't expect, though, was when she launched herself into my arms. I stood there, awkwardly rubbing circles into her back, as she cried. I lost track of how long we stood there, not talking, just her choking sobs echoing through the garage. After some time, I broke the silence. "Um, Gra…Hermione?" She didn't respond, just burying her head into my chest. "Hermione?" I tried again, "Do you…Do you want a ride home?" She took a deep breath, and pulled out of my arms, wiping her eyes. "Yeah.." she said, her voice weak. "The closest hotel is fine" Realization dawned on me. She had been living with Weasel. She didn't have anywhere now. Don't say it Don't say it Don't say- "You can stay at my place for a couple weeks, 'til you find a place of your own, if you want" I said Don't say it! Why, brain, Why? She looked up, startled. "Oh, shut up." I said, avoiding her eyes. "I know I'm not the most hospitable person, but I do have a heart, okay?" I said, frowning slightly. "Thanks…" she whispered… still gazing up at me. What have I gotten myself into?