Set after Deathly Hallows, exempting the last chapter… just because that's not the way that I roll. :
Disclaimer: All characters and such belong to J.K. Rowling… I just like to make up my own plots.
Chapter 3: Take That!
When Hermione got home that night, she began to question her feelings. She loved Ron, right? She wanted to be with Ron. How could she have been so reckless? It was just that Draco made her feel good. Hermione shook her head. "He's not capable of a relationship," Hermione said to herself.
"Who?"
Hermione jumped and looked up. "Ronald, I didn't hear you come in!"
"Well, here I am," he smiled and pulled her towards him, planting kisses all over her when she got there.
"Oh, Ron…" Hermione found herself sighing.
Ron pulled away for a second and pulled her down to sit on the couch with him. "I've been thinking."
Oh God, Hermione thought. "About?"
"Us." Ron smiled and took her hand. "We've been together for only two years, but I've felt like we were meant to be since we began at Hogwarts when we were only eleven. Now, I know you told me that you weren't ready for this, but I thought I would take a shot." He got down on one knee. "Marry me?"
Hermione's jaw dropped slightly and all she could do was stare at the marvelous diamond ring gleaming at her. She blinked several times and made sure her heart was still beating. "Ronald," she breathed.
Ron's shoulders slumped as he closed the ring's case with a deafening snap. He got back up and slumped onto the couch next to her. "Yea, I thought that's what you'd say."
"Ronald, I—"
"Don't feel bad, I just thought that maybe you would have changed your mind."
"Ronald…"
"We can wait though, I'm okay with that, I suppose."
"Ronald!" Hermione yelled. He looked at her, surprise and confusion on his face. "Yes."
"What?" Ron asked.
Hermione sighed and took the ring box from him. "Yes I will marry you!" She slid the ring on the proper finger.
"Really?" Ron asked.
"No, I'm toying with you," Hermione scoffed. "Of course I'm being serious!"
"Oh, I love you, Hermione!" Ron kissed her deeply and passionately. It actually made her heart begin to race.
"I love you too," Hermione moaned against his mouth.
Yes, she was so very convinced that in his arms was where she was supposed to be. Soon, she was on top of him, taking off his clothes as he was with her.
"I'm ready to make love to you, Ronald," Hermione whispered in his ear. At that, Ron sat up and redid the buttons that Hermione had savagely ripped open. "What's wrong?" Hermione was now straddling his waist.
He wrapped his arms around her midriff and planted a kiss on her collarbone, because that was all that he could reach at the moment. "I'm a traditional kind of guy, Hermione. I know that I may not seem it at times… but I want our first time to be on our wedding night."
Hermione soaked in his words but all she could hear was one word: rejection. She nodded in annoyance and wriggled her way out of his arms. She stood up so that she towered over him. Hermione began to slip her skirt off her hips until it was completely off. Then she moved to her T-shirt and she pulled it off over her head until she was clad in her bra and panties. "Are you sure about that?"
Ron gulped a little, but managed to tear his eyes away from her. "Yes." He stood up, still avoiding eye contact. "Please put some clothed on, you're being ridiculous." He chanced a glance at her angry face. "Maybe I should go."
Hermione's fury level sky rocketed. "Yea, maybe you should!" she yelled. She ripped the ring off her finger and launched it at him. "And take that, ex-fiancé! Oh wait, am I being too ridiculous for you?"
"Hermione... I just…" Ron was baffled. "What has gotten into you? Are you really mad just because I won't sleep with you?"
"Oh, now you're trying to make me sound like a sleaze?" Hermione bellowed.
Ron felt himself getting angry too. "I don't have to make you sound like something that you are!" Ron shouted suddenly.
Hermione winced. "Is that so? And how do you figure that I am a sleaze?"
"I saw that dress that you were wearing last night, I see the way your face lights up whenever you even talk about Malfoy. You're sleeping with him, aren't you?" Ron accused.
Hermione gasped. "I cannot believe that you would even think that! You know that I'm a virgin!"
"Do I?" Ron bellowed. "Do I know that, Hermione?"
"Yes," Hermione breathed.
Ron ran a hand through his hair. "It seems to me that you want Malfoy more than you want me anyhow. You have feeling for him don't you? Of course you do, right? Or else you would have told me about the Gala, correct?"
Hermione couldn't speak.
"I'm leaving." Ron grabbed his coat. "Why don't you make your 'first time' with him, since I know you want it so badly."
Hermione still couldn't speak.
"I knew it was true, I just didn't want to ever have it said out loud. Good-bye, Hermione."
"But I didn't say anything!" the side of Hermione that still wanted and needed Ron shouted.
Ron shook his head belligerently. "The silence says everything." And with that, he was gone.
Hermione fell to her knees in anguish. What had just happened? She was so close to being with the man that she was supposed to be with and in the blink of an eye, he just disappeared. And how dare he say that about her? Hermione shook her head. "I will not cry over you, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione declared. She walked over to her desk, pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and began to scrawl on the paper. She took her normally dormant owl out of its cage , tied the letter its leg, told it where to go and let it fly away into the night.
Five minutes later, there was a tap on Draco Malfoy's window. He looked to see an owl perched on his window ledge. He opened the window and read the note:
Draco-
Meet me at my flat in then minutes. Bring Fire Whiskey and anything else that dulls the senses.
-Hermione
Then at the bottom Draco saw something that, for some reason, made his stomach to a back-flip.
P.S.- I'm yours.