Title: Neither Good nor Evil
Rating: PG – 13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.
Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.
Chapter Twelve
Kiss
"Ron!" The red head turned.
"Hermione." He glared at her.
"Just… listen to me for a second, okay? It's important." Hermione couldn't stop the tears from filling her eyes. For once, Ron noticed her mood.
"Fine." He answered, simply.
"Remember when Dumbledore told Harry that he found a prophecy that concerned Harry and the light of the Wizarding world," She paused while Ron nodded, "Well it was actually about Dra… Malfoy. They're supposed to fall in love or else Voldemort will win. Don't you understand? They didn't get a chance to decide." She looked up at him pleadingly.
"Really?" Ron asked looking caught between guilt and anger.
"Yes. Their falling in love was already predetermined. They had no chance to say no." Hermione continued to stare up at him, tears in her eyes. Ron suddenly crumpled, falling against the wall.
"Why didn't someone tell me this earlier?" He moaned, dropping his head into his hands. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and went to stand next to him.
"I'm sorry." She murmured, patting his arm.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm such an arse. I… can't believe I did that to Harry. I… can't believe I yelled at you for something so stupid." He turned to look at her. Hermione bit her lip and then grabbed the back of Ron's neck, pulling him down to her level. After a moment's hesitation, she kissed him deeply. Then she let go of him, stared at him for a second and then bolted, leaving Ron standing, shell shocked.
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Harry hurried away from the rooms he shared with Draco when a flash of brown hair slammed into him. There was a crash and he found himself on his back with Hermione lying on top of him. He scooted out from under her and helped her back to her feet, noticing the fresh tears trailing down her cheeks.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry caught her tears on his thumb, looking at her in concern.
"I kissed him." She told him softly.
"Ron? You kissed Ron," Harry asked. She nodded, "Oh… what did he do?"
"Nothing. He just… stood there…" Hermione gulped for air, tears still falling from her eyes.
"Then you don't know how he felt at all. You just ran, didn't you?" Harry wrapped his arms around the brunette.
"I shouldn't have kissed him. He just looked so sad." Hermione moaned into his shoulder.
"Why was he sad?" Harry looked down at her. She looked up.
"I told him about the prophecy that said you and Draco had to be together and he's sorry. He really is. I could tell. And he said he was sorry for yelling at me and I just couldn't help it." Hermione's voice was small and frightened.
"Come on, let's go get you some chocolate." Harry led her off towards the kitchens, still carrying his broom.
"Why are you out here anyway?" Hermione finally noticed his broom.
"Draco kicked me out. His dad came to visit." Harry shrugged, reaching up to tickle the pear.
"Oh." Hermione said.
"Oh?" Harry laughed as the entered the kitchen.
"What else am I to say?" She asked indignantly.
"It's just funny. When you're upset you sound like a normal person not a text book." Harry continued. Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She snapped.
"Mr. Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby came streaking across the kitchen, saving Harry from answering.
"Hello Dobby." Harry smiled at the house elf.
"Miss. Hermione Granger, too. What can Dobby get for Mr. Harry Potter?" Dobby smiled at them broadly.
"Two hot chocolates and two slices of some sort of chocolate cake, please, Dobby." Harry requested.
"Right away, Mr. Harry Potter sir." Dobby hurried off. Some of the other house elves put together a table for them and they sat down.
"So, I was talking to Seamus the other day," Harry began, "And he kept asking me about Draco right?"
"You told Seamus about Draco?" Hermione asked.
"No, actually. He figured it out on his own. I think it's a gay guy thing. We just know, like girls do." Harry shrugged.
"Oh, that would explain how you knew to get me chocolate." Hermione grinned at him.
"No, that's just because we've been friends for years and the last time you were upset you ate an entire chocolate cake by yourself. I figure my lame attempts at jokes and a little chocolate will cheer you right up." Harry smiled.
"You're a nut." Hermione told him.
"Thank you." Harry smirked at her causing her to roll her eyes. Dobby appeared by the table with their food.
"Here you are, Mr. Harry Potter sir." He set the cake on the table.
"Thank you, Dobby," Harry smiled at the house elf again and turned back to Hermione to finish his story, "So, I was talking to Seamus…"
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"So, you're living with the Potter boy. Have you learned anything of use yet?"
"I told you before, Father. I am not spying on Harry Potter for you. Not anymore." Draco glared at the older Malfoy.
"You were never spying on him for me, my son. Always for the Dark Lord." Malfoy Sr. smirked.
"Yes, you have said that many times. However, I refuse to spy on Potter for the Dark Lord as well." Draco set his chin, definitely.
"This treason will not go unpunished, my son. The Dark Lord will not be pleased with this defiance." Malfoy Sr. stood up with a flourish.
"Father, you can tell the Dark Lord whatever you want. Just make sure he knows that if he wishes to kill me, I won't go down without a fight." Draco stood as well. He was eye to eye with his father. Malfoy Sr. glared at him.
"Always have to have the last word, don't you son?" His voice remained calm though his eyes snapped angrily.
"Of course. It's my trademark." Draco lifted his chin and looked at the older man haughtily. Malfoy Sr. turned on his heel and marched out of the room. Draco held his posture for a minute more before he collapsed onto the couch and dropped his head into his hands, tiredly.
"How in hell did I live with that man for seventeen years?" He murmured to the silent room.
Just shoving these on here all at once… heh…
Cheers,
Sarcastic Romantic