A/N: Hello! What's up? I know! The ceiling. :) So anyway, here's the next chapter, and it's a bit gory, but shouldn't be too over-the-top. I know it's been a while since the last update, but it's 'cause of writer's block and schooling. Mid-term holidays are coming up, but I'll be away the whole time so I don't think I'll update then. But before then, I'll make sure I'll present you with another chapter, okay? :)

[Draco]
Wow. Luna must have been really upset.

Well, I don't blame her, honestly. I mean, I would cry like that too if the person I really fancied was asked out.

Especially if it was Hermione.

Oh, why am I thinking that?

And why am I even spying on them in the first place?

Oh, right. I remember.

I know that Weasley boy likes Hermione.

And I know that Weasley boy, being himself, is probably going to ask her out.

No, scratch that. He is. Very, very soon.

And she has no idea.

After Luna left, I went to the Weasley's hotel dorm. I wanted to tell Weasley to stay off Hermione, since well... she deserves someone who will probably treat her better than this thing.

I could tell easily which one that was from all the noise outside. Though it was mingled with a bit of screaming, clapping and a pop song which kept blaring 'I will be popular!' (Which, I say, is absolutely ridiculous). What a quiet hallway.

I opened the door, and I saw Weasley snogging Lavender. I smirked.

This is interesting, I thought.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked, breaking away from her and turning around. He stood up angrily, and he left Lavender there, confused.

"Something," I replied. "Come here."

He came over to me feeling slightly angry.

"What is it?" he asked, even more fiercely this time.

"I thought you liked Granger," I asked him. "Aren't you going to ask her out?"

"I'm with Lavender now, you idiot!" he yelled at me. "What makes you think I'm going to ask Hermione out?"

"Well, rumour has it Lavender wants to break up with you," I smirked. I was an unmentionably good liar. "I heard it so myself. She was saying to Padma and Parvati the other day on how you were so annoying, and all you wanted to do was snog. Just because she's a good snog, that's all you should do. Try some light reading, or some cooking, like Hermione and I did earlier."

"No, she didn't!" he yelled, with shock in his voice, staring at Lavender. "And you didn't do anything with 'Mione either! She wouldn't touch you with a pole the size of the earth! And you like me, don't you Lavender?"

"Yeah," she whispered, pretending to look away. "Yeah..."

"Don't lie to me!" he yelled, with more anger in his voice. "You like me, right?"

Lavender nodded slowly, her cheeks turning paler by the minute.

"YOU DON'T, DO YOU?" Weasley yelled furiously. "LAVENDER BROWN, YOU LYING, CONNIVING BITCH!"

"I never liked you!" she laughed jokingly, but she wasn't exactly aware of Weasley's anger. "I never bloody liked you!"

Weasley walked up to her, glaring with anger.

"I was joking Ron!" she cried, tears coming out of her eyes, knowing what was about to befall her. "I really, really like you. Oh screw that, I love you. Always had since First Year"

He continued to glare at her.

"Please!" she yelled, cowering behind her arms. "I was only joking about not liking you!"

Ignoring her, he lifted his hand slowly, curling it into a wrist. He then punched her harshly and continuously, to the point where she was screaming and bleeding. Numerous times I tried to stop him by grabbing his wrist, but he'd shake my arms off me and continued hitting her. When she started bleeding, he stopped and glared at her furiously, cursing her as she burst into tears. He lifted his fist again.

"Oi!" I yelled, grabbing his wrist. Thankfully, he didn't try to shake me off this time. "You're so lucky we don't care about house points on this trip, or I would've taken three thousand points off Gryffindor by now!"

"I don't bloody care!" Weasley replied angrily. "She did this to me, Malfoy! How can you not see that?"

"You don't care? How? You're abusing her!" I yelled, holding Lavender under my arms. "Let's go, Lavender. We have to."

I carried her to the villa, leaving behind an angry, disturbed Weasley. He slammed the door behind him.

"Don't come back, you stupid girl!" he yelled.

And when I opened the door, I saw Hermione there, with her arms folded.

"What the hell did you do, Draco Lucius Malfoy?"

The real question is, what did I get myself into?

"Nothing!" I yelled. "I did nothing!"

"You sure, Malfoy?" spitted Lavender. "You sure you didn't do 'anything'?"

"Hermione," I whispered. "Ron beat her up. She's losing a lot of blood right now. Now get some bandages, antiseptic and some tissue."

Hermione nodded, and she ran quickly upstairs. I stared at her, wondering how she could still be so civil, and not screaming with this much blood in sight.

Oh wait, I thought. She's Granger.

"Malfoy," Lavender spitted, pulling off a lousy attempt smirking. "You-you like Her... Hermi... Hermione, don't you?"

"No!" I replied angrily, trying not to blush. "Not like that! As a friend, of course I do!"

"True," she sighed, gazing at the ceiling. "Who doesn't?"

As quick as lightning, Hermione padded Lavender's cheek softly with tissue as she tried to wipe all the blood away. As soon as most of it was gone, she padded the wound with antiseptic which she poured on cotton which she put on her hand, which made Lavender scream like an idiot. After that, she padded some more cotton on the wound and sealed it with a bandage.

"Here you go," she smiled. "It'll be healed just in time for the ball, there'll be a scar of course, but it shouldn't be too obvious if you put in a bit of concealer. If you need to get the bandage changed, or if you need to talk, just call me."

"Oh," Lavender grinned. "Thanks Hermione."

Hermione nodded as Lavender left the villa.

"You're good," I whispered to her. "You should be a doctor one day."

"Thank you," she replied firmly. She then went straight upstairs.

[Hermione]
You have no idea of how jealous I was when you held her like that, Draco Malfoy. And you never will.

That's why I was so quick with her.

Oh God, why was I thinking that?

I don't like him. Wait, of course I do. But not that way.

I don't.

He's just a friend.

I don't like him that way.

Right?

Yay! Hermione's in denial. That's good, right? Hehe... See you next time!