Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I know we're all heartbroken because none of us will ever own it.
Chapter 3
Seeing Hermione leave the crowd started to dissipate, until it left only Draco, Harry, and Ron. And no one was crazy enough to interrupt what was bound to be a very private matter; if the gleam in Harry's eyes was to be interpreted correctly, outsiders were not welcomed.
"It's remarkable that you bothered to defend her, Harry," Draco said completely ignoring Ron.
"Draco, I am about to be really nosy but," Harry started, "why do you only ever bother her?"
"I have no clue what you're implying." Draco coolly responded.
"Ron, help me out here."
Ron looked flabbergasted. "You want me to help Malfoy?" He looked from Harry to Draco. "Do you honestly think that this thickheaded, idiot will notice that he has a crush on her? When the information is coming from me?"
"You think I have a crush on her? Little Miss Farmer?" Draco looked mildly alarmed. "How on earth did you come up with that?"
"Draco, you always been slow when it came to girls. Sure most of them dropped at your feet, but they never interested you." Harry said slowly, as if talking to a child.
Indignantly, Draco, stared Harry down. "I'll have you know, that I've been in relationships before."
"Sure, Malfoy. With girls who you had no idea who the real Draco Malfoy was," Ron added snidely. "At least the girls I date, go out with me because of who I am, not because of my name."
"No one asked your opinion, Weasel," Draco bit out.
"Did a single one of those girls made you regret letting them go?" Harry asked.
"Malfoys don't regret a thing. When we want something we go for it."
"So basically those 'relationships' were superficial."
"Way to go Malfoy, you haven't truly fallen in love," Ron looked at him laughingly. "No wonder he acts that way. He stuck on the phase of bullying the girl you like."
"I believe I said that no one asked your opinion, Weasel." Draco glared at Ron.
"I still can't believe you two are fighting. That happened ages ago. Let it go," Harry glanced between them. "You both use to be such close friends."
"Ancient history," Ron said while glaring at Draco.
"Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it," Draco took a step away. "I learned that you can't trust Weasels."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Worth a shot. So to clarify you aren't attracted to the lovely Hermione Granger."
"Of course I'm not attracted her. Who would be?"
Harry met Ron's eyes and nodded. "Malfoy you won't mind if I happen to ask her out?"
"You go out with her? As if she would go out with you, Weasel." Draco quickly interrupted.
"I bet she wouldn't mind going out with me," Harry pondered out loud. "And I made a stunning impression; rescuing her from one Draco Malfoy."
"You make it sounds as if I was hurting her," Draco said. "And more importantly aren't you planning to be involved with that git's sister."
"I am not a git!" Ron said.
"Hmm, what git are you talking about?" Harry's voice was rich with amusement.
"How do you know if I am talking about your sister, Weasel?" Draco looked at him with scorn. He narrowed his eyes at him. "I recall you saying you would never accept such a relationship."
Ron made a noise of dissatisfaction. "Enough of this. You aren't attracted to her nor do you think much of her, making her fair game, right?" Harry said. "Leaving the field open for me."
"Are you honestly contemplating of asking her out?" Draco asked.
"Why would you care, Malfoy?" Ron looked at him with glee. "You have no claim on her."