Pathetic. (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Chapter 35.

Hermione slams the heavy book down onto the table, just as when we were children.
I might've laughed, if only the act hadn't emitted such a loud bang, and caught the attention of almost every other patron in the library.
She huffs, blowing stray hairs away from her eyes and upsetting several decades of built up dust on the cover of the book,
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"'Mione, it took us five hours to find-"
"Quiet, Ron."
Ron shrugs and falls back in his chair, shooting an exasperated, but humored smirk in my direction.
I'm too busy trying to grasp what the hell is going on between them to return it; should I just ask? Is that weird? Were they like this before?
Obviously in some aspects, yes... but I'm damn sure Ron never called Hermione "honey" before.

It's gotta be rude to ask, right?
What the fuck am I thinking? They're my best friends, they won't care if it's rude or not, I think at this point they're just happy I'm alive.... or, here... or whatever you wanna call it.
"So are you two... uh..."
The beginning of the question comes out easily enough, but unfortunately for me, the rest of it refuses to follow.

Hermione and Ron stare at me inquisitively, and suddenly I begin to feel rather regretful of bringing it up.
I can't stop myself- my hands fly up from under the table, and I bring the tips of my fingers on both hands together and force a kissing sound; which is probably the worst possible way I could've asked, but at least It's.... out there.... I guess.

The two of them continue to stare at me for a second, dead silent; fucking hell, I fucked this up, didn't I?
Suddenly the two of them erupt into roaring laughter, once again bringing all attention to us, but thankfully shattering the awful tension that polluted the air just a moment ago,
"We forgot to tell you, didn't we?"
Ron asks, through his boisterous laughter I didn't know I missed so much.

"What is it?"
I don't have to wait too long for an answer, as the still giggling Hermione slides her hand across the table, an unfamiliar gleam instantly catches my attention, and I can only stare down at the thing in awe.
It's... a ring... clearly, but is it an engagement ring? Or is it a... wedding ring? There's no way to really tell the difference, I don't think.

"You guys are-"
"Married. For about a year now."
"Two years, Ron."
"It's only two years if you count the first one."
Hermione smacks Ron on the shoulder and stares at him incredulously,
"Of course you count the first one!"

First one? I'm still trying to wrap my head around the concept of one wedding between them, my brain might short circuit if I even try to consider a second one.
I think Ron notices my complete and utter shock, and he stops rubbing his arm to reach out and take my hand,
"We eloped for the first one, then last year when mum found out, she made us do a big wedding. It was really a lot of fun, Bill got absolutely knackered, and Mum-"

"FOUND IT!" Hermione suddenly cries out, cutting off Ron's story and earning, as usual, several disapproving looks from the surrounding patrons of the library.
Hermione clears her throat and squints at the tiny text on the page before beginning to read,
"The necromancer is a-"