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"Ronald, I'd be more than grateful if you were to -"

I heard Harry stop at my side as our groceries fell onto the floor; just wonderful, we had just finished getting our chores done, too - my mother insists on it. His eyes bore into mine - those cold, heartless, grey eyes. I knew he was just as shocked as I was, but I knew - trust me, I knew he was satisfied; his all-showing smirk showed it all.

"Well, if it isn't Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter, fancy seeing you two here," his sharp tongue flicked over our names, enunciating every syllable in our names, "It's not polite to stare, y'know; Granger has learned that, too, not long ago, actually. Isn't that right, Hermione?"

I knew she was avoiding eye contact with me, it was pretty obvious. She dropped her hands from that - that devious serpent! - and turned to me, catching me off guard. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and she shut her mouth again; it was going to take more than a "it's not what it looks like" excuse to exterminate my fury. Harry must've noticed my clenched hands - I didn't even notice - because he pulled on my arm gently, tugging me away from the - the couple.

"Come on, Ronald, we have to get these back to your mum, whether you like it or not," Harry said quietly.

He was just as shocked as I was, I'll bet that much. I couldn't leave, I didn't want to. I couldn't give a rat's arse if my mum wanted me home right this second - I have more important matters at hand.

"Go on, Harry, I'll meet up with you later,"

"Ronald," Harry gripped my wrist, "You must stop, I know you are angry, but please, this isn't any of your business. You mustn't let jealousy control you now."

I knew he was right, but I just couldn't admit it - not then. I pulled away from him and advanced forward, approaching that rotten scumbag, Malfoy.

"Ronald, please, let me," Hermione stepped in my way, "explain."

Her eyes were pleading and her brows were furrowed together - I was really going to listen to her, but then I heard her ragged breath and her red lips - I couldn't take it any longer.

"Prin - Hermione, please, step aside."

"I won't if all you're going to do is hurt him."

He stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder - I was disgusted, he was touching her, he was touching the girl of my fantasies, the girl I've always wanted, the girl that should've been engaged to me, not Draco Malfoy.

"It's quite alright, Hermione, I'm sure Weasley and I can have a conversation alone," Draco cooed as he pushed her behind him, "Why don't you go back to that friend or maid of yours back in Gryffindor, I'm sure she's worried sick about you."

"But, Malfoy -"

"Just go, princess, now," I sternly told her.

And she did, she apparated and she was gone.

"Y'know, Weasley, why don't we go to a more private place; I, for one, do not want to cause a scene."

I angrily turned around, "Harry, go back to mum and tell her I'll be late for lunch."

"Absolutely not, Ronald, if either of you are going to engage in a verbal or physical duel, I simply cannot allow it," Harry spoke sternly, "I couldn't care less if you told me to leave, I simply won't - not until you can realize how ridiculous you are acting and return home."

"Harry, this snake was - was snogging Hermione in the middle of the road! Tell me that isn't inappropriate!"

"Actually, Weasley, she and I are engaged, so I think it is completely appropriate."

"You don't love her," I turned to him, Harry on my right and the snake on my left, "You don't even care for her, not in the way I do; you don't deserve her, Malfoy."

"I may not deserve her, but I am royalty, so I suggest you shut your trap because if this war starts again, I'll be sure to target you first - dead or alive."

"Is that a threat? Malfoy, I dare you to attack me right here, right now."

He smirked and pulled out his wand, "Oh, that'd simply be too easy, Ronald. Why attack you, when I can attack the both of you indirectly," he pointed his wand towards the Gryffindor Kingdom due West.

Harry's eyes widened, "You wouldn't dare."

"I would, I should, and if I were you, I'd apparate to Weasley's mum just to make sure she's still breathing."

Harry glared at Draco maliciously before apparating to the Weasley household.

"Don't you dare harm anyone but me in this argument, Malfoy. This is between you and I, not anyone else."

"Please, you're not even worth my time. Now, if you so allow, I must return to my fiancee."

That did it, "You don't deserve her!"

"Like that matters, Weasley."

"I swear, Malfoy, if you lay as much as a finger on her, I will murder you."

He smirked and readied his stance, "I'll give you two minutes, Weasley."

I fumed and gripped my wand angrily.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Protego!" I counted - just barely.

"My, my, aren't we just speedy," Draco taunted.

"Expelliarumus!"

"Sectumsempra!"

I groaned, blast it. Though I managed to attack Draco - speaking of which, was on the edge of the road - I'd lost my wand. My eyes darted around the area, spotting my wand under the bench. I ran over to get it and triumphantly dashed towards Draco, whom was still in pain. He stared at me with his eyes - anger; now, this was satisfying.

"Already had enough, Malfoy?"

"If I didn't have this immense pain in my lower abdomen, I'd kill you, I'd hex you, I'd slaughter you, Weasley."

I towered over his squirming body and laughed, "I'd love to see you try."

"How dare you treat me as such, Weasley, I swear -"

"Ronald Weasley!"

And my reign ended. She knelt by his side, nearly spilling tears over his injuries - I hadn't realized I had caused so many cuts on him.

"Are you alright?"

"Does it look like I'm alright, Granger?"

Ignoring his rude response, she simply helped him up on his feet and set him down on the bench. She smoothed his torn cloak - not that it really did anything - and cast Ferula on his wounds. He looked surprised and it wasn't audible, but I thought I heard him mumble a word of thanks.

"Does it still ache, Draco?"

He looked to his side, "I'm fine."

She smiled and tousled his hair - for what reason? I don't know - and marched over to me, wand at my chest, "Ronald, how could you?"

I was disgusted - was she actually defending him?

"How could I? How could you! You - you kissed him, Hermione!"

She blushed momentarily, "What does any of that have to do with you going out of control and injuring him!? He doesn't deserve this kind of pain, Ronald; you've gone too far."

I grabbed her shoulders, "He doesn't deserve you, Hermione."

"Let go of her!"

Draco managed to limp his way over to me and shove my arms away from Hermione, "Don't you lay a hand on her, Weasley, you understand?"

He glared at him eye to eye and I turned to Hermione, who was helping him stand straight, "Hermione, please don't tell me you're buying into his act; he doesn't love you like I do."

Shockingly, she glared at me, "May it be that he loves me or not, Ronald, at this moment, I am Princess Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy, and you will address me as such from now on."

I looked at her, my mouth agape.

She gave me one last look and apparated with him.

Let's all admit it, this chapter wasn't the best :[ I know, I'm upset, too.

In the next chapter, it will be in Draco's point of view :D That cheered me up a bit.

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