Chapter 4

The comment left Draco speechless. "Why, I believe you are are right, Ron. All you have is this weird hate-love thing going on with her." Harry waggled his eyebrows. "I certainly don't mind going out with her."

Draco appeared nonplussed. Are they seriously thinking of taking what's his?

The only one missing from this unlikely trio was Blaise Zabini. All the bystanders watched as he purposely strolled over. He paused hearing Harry's comment. "Her?" Blaise's eyes looked puzzled before it lit up with understanding. "Oh, are you referring to the enchanting Hermione Granger."

"Not you, too," groaned Draco.

"Ah," he glanced over at Harry and Ron, he stifled a laugh. "What have they been telling you?"

"They have some absurd idea that I might fancy Little Miss Farmer."

"Oh, so you know already," Blaise smiled cheekily. "I was wondering if I was the only one who noticed your attraction to her."

"Blaise, how can I, Draco Malfoy, be attracted to Little Miss Farmer?" Draco asked smugly. As if saying, try to come with a theory that contradicts that. The three boys smirked at his denial, it was fairly obvious.

"You don't let anyone else start on her. You warned everybody saying only you were allowed to mess with her," Harry said. "If that's not love I don't know what is."

Ron looked at Harry as if he were mental. "Are you mental? That is not love. That is Malfoy not having the guts to talk to her like a normal person," he looked at Draco in disgust. "He probably can't talk like a normal person."

"I believe I said Blaise," Draco glared at the lot of them.

Blaise laughingly placed his hands in the air. "There is a thin line between love and hate."

"And your foot is so clearly planted on the love side," Harry finished.

"I actually will ask her out." Ron smiled innocently at them, he was really having fun by messing with Draco.

Draco's eyes darkened to a molten silver. "You, Weasel."

"She's not bad looking," he scrunched up his face while thinking. "Not to mention she has the good sense to dislike your guts."

"I still find it amusing that a female resisted his so-called charms," Blaise glanced at Draco. "I mean most only have to look at you and they're in love."

Harry smirked at Ron. As he faced Draco his face turned sympathetic. "I think that's why you're attracted to her. She was the one who got a-"

"Stop it. I am not attracted to her. I never will be attracted to her." Draco glared at them. "There is no way we will ever date."

"Looks like you will have no problem in asking her out, Ron." Harry ruffled his hair.

"Yeah, Draco won't mind. You have our blessing," Blaise patted his back. Ron couldn't help but chuckle, pleased on how the play acting was turning out.

At those words, Draco envisioned Hermione Granger wearing a princess style wedding dress. In his mind she looked perfect, walking down the aisle with her father. The picture broke off suddenly when the groom morphed into Ronald Weasley. He scowled at them. "Blessing? It's not like he's getting married."

"Who knows maybe they'll be the It couple of the century? They will be the golden couple," Blaise approached Draco. "You lost your chance, mate."

"Now, you won't be able to mess with her. She'll be Ron's girlfriend."

Draco started to hear ringing. The words repeated in his mind. Ron's girlfriend. For some odd reason it didn't sound right to him. Wasn't she already his to begin with?

Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong.

As the only one in the group who cared about appearance, Blaise hated being late. "That's the bell. I'll see in class. Caio." As Blaise turned to leave them, he couldn't help but snort at how Draco glared at him. Clearly casting himself as a traitor.

"Can you believe him," Hermione complained to her best friend, Luna Lovegood.

"For what?" Luna asked. Her clear, big blue eyes gave them a dreamy look.

"For being a complete sexist pig. Saying my appearance mattered more than my brains." She released a huge breath. "I want to see his face when he realizes that I beat him in the school ranking."

"Don't let him get to you. You give him power when you let him affect you."

"Oh, Luna. I can't help it, he manages to push all my buttons," Hermione smiled at Luna sheepishly. "I'm surprised I haven't physically attacked him."

"You know, it might not even be him. It could be an evil dopple ganger." She smiled at Hermione. "The changed happened when you transferred to our school. It could all be designed to annoy you!"

"As bizarre as that sounds, it makes me feel better."

"I don't really understand," she looked out the window. "It really is like evil fae got Draco and switched with an evil Draco. At least where it concerns you." She turned and smiled at Hermione. "I've known Draco since we went to the same day care learning center. And this is the first time I have seen him act this way for a girl. It's almost as if he has a crush on you."

Hermione let out a laugh. "Come off it. There is no way that egomaniac has a crush on me."

"Yeah, your right," Luna laughingly said. "And I'm a witch."

"Luna," she started. "I am positively sure that big headed blonde does not have a crush on me."

"But seems like Harry or Ron might," Luna pointed with glance to the classroom door. Standing there smiling as if they were the biggest pop/rock group in the country, were on Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They both looked as if it were normal for almost all the girls to rush and surround them. The girls looked like a mob of fangirls getting the opportunity to talk to their idol. They weren't even suppose to be in this building, let alone this class.

"What in the world do you mean?" Hermione asked trying to be heard through the incessant chatter of the girls.

"Well, Harry did save you. And he knew your name. Not to mention they have their: going to ask a girl out face."

"Oh, please it's probably for somebody else. They didn't know I existed until Draco Malfoy tried to intimidate me."

"So why are they walking this way?"

Hermione turned around to see exactly that. "Uhm to talk to you?"

"Hello, ladies," Harry started. "How have you been Luna? And Hermione how are you fairing after the Draco run in?"

Luna smiled smugly at Hermione. "Why Harry, I don't believe she has recovered. She was going on about creaming him in the finals. Not to mention that it would be easier to get back at him if she simply asked the fairies to do some mischief."

Ron smiled at Luna fondly. "Luna, are you still believe in the mystical side of our world? Fairies? Wouldn't those sneaky puddle mermaids do more damage?"

"Oh, you remember!" Luna actually looked at him in surprise. "Well, the puddle mermaids only listen upon occasion but fairies are more reliable."

"I don't think it will be necessary to use a fairy or a mermaid," Hermione stated. "If I want to cause him pain, I'd rather it be from my own strength."

"A girl whose not afraid of getting her hand dirty, I knew there was a reason I like you." Harry smiled at her.

"O-oh." Hermione looked at her desk, still nervous that the Harry Potter was talking to her. "Did you need anything?"

Harry pushed Ron forward. "Yes, this Friday night, do you have any plans?" Ron asked nonchalantly.

Panic flooded Hermione, she glanced at Luna. "Are you asking me out for a date?"

"Yes." Ron looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Would that be a problem?"

Hermione gulped inaudibly, "Sure I'll g-" Draco came into the classroom and looked straight at her. She seemed to have lost her voice.

"Then it's a date." Ron placed a strand of hair behind her ear. Draco's eyes widen at the action and the words sprouting out of Ron's mouth. "I'll get back to you with the details." As he walked out of the classroom he smirked in Draco's direction.