Never A Keeper

Confrontation

Ron had entered the tent at that precise moment. He stood on the spot, completely horror struck, unable to move a muscle.

Hermione could feel the delicate tickle of Draco's breath beneath her nose, the softness of his jumper on her hand, whilst her heart danced to the adrenaline of the kiss.

'I don't believe you. Of all the people. Him.'

Neither Draco or Hermione were aware of Ron's presence immediately. Both were so engrossed in kissing, their eyes closed and the raucous bar crowd made it hard to hear.

Then, she felt Draco part from her rather suddenly and forcibely. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ron had Draco's face pressed against the bar his wand pressed against his temple.

'Don't Ron!' Hermione said, placing a hand on Ron. He shoved it away.

'You stay out of this.'

'Don't you touch her Weasley!' Draco mouthed, his spit spraying the bartop surface, his face still held roughly against the wood.

'She happens to be my wife!'

'Stop it stop it Ron! You're hurting him.' Hermione begged, her eyes wide with fear and pity.

'What do you care? This is the guy that bullied us for years at school. Or have you forgotten?'

'He's changed.' Hermione argued. He's apologised. He's not like that anymore.'

'Oh he apologized did he? Big deal so you thought you'd go and snog his face off in an act of forgiveness did you?'

'It wasn't like that Ron.' She looked more offended than Ron.

'What was it like then? Go on tell me.'

Draco was working hard to free himself but as muscular as he was, Ron's hefty frame held him in place.

All around on lookers were staring. Some open mouthed, others smirking enjoying this spot of surprise pre-match entertainment.

Then, surprisingly. Ron let Draco go.

'In fact. I don't want to know.' He said.

'But I'll just say one thing Hermione. If you and I really are done. Don't choose him.'

He looked at her, the anger subsiding, his eyes masked with a sadness.

'We are done Ron.' Hermione felt it was best to get it off her chest. She had been wanting to say those words for months but hadn't been able to find the right place or time to do so.
Now, Ron had forced her hand.

'Fine.' Ron replied, in a casual manner trying to hide the disappointment in his voice, but failing miserably.

'But you don't get to chose who I see.' Hermione said firmly.

Ron restled with suppressed rage, took one last look at Hermione and headed back out onto the concourse, a truly forlorn figure.