Dramione- Draco's a Veela (EDITING)

Chapter Three

Hermione was currently mentally listing better candidates for head boy and to be honest I would agree with her if I didn't know how the story plays out. It is a necessary requirement so Hermione can suck it up. 

You must remember now that she had been reading this letter while stood in the aisle between compartments which is a rather dumb thing for anyone to do. But I suppose we can let the brightest witch of her age off because if I was her, I would horrified at the prospect of having to live with my mortal enemy. Good thing he likes her, eh?

Ronald Weasley picks this moment to come out into the aisle. He wasn't sat in the same compartment as Harry, Ginny and Neville. He was in fact discussing girls with Seamus and Dean. The conversation got quite dirty actually. Not the muddy type of dirt either. 

Therefore when Ron leaves the compartment to go to the toilet, his already red face gets even redder at the sight of Hermione. To him, she looks like a godess;

Perfect curls that hang around her pretty face, a beautiful complexion and cute nose with freckles, a elegantly poised neck and a drop dead wonderful body.

I personally think she was just staring into space, lost in her own thoughts and is completely horrfied. If the look on her face is currently any indicator.

But you know, each one to their own.

'Hey....Hermione...' His weak sounding voice was enough to draw the girl out of her thoughts. She clears her throat and spins down and begins to pat down her school skirt for invisible dust. Gave her something to do other than accept the contents of the letter that was scrunched in her left hand. 

'Oh hey Ron. Um. I am head girl.' Internally the girl winces. She was supposed to sound confident but that wasn't how it came out. Ron nods once. Then nods again. The second time his very very small miniscle brain managed to process the information. 

'That's great!' He says and clears his throat. 'I need to uh... I need to go past...' Ron darts foward and expects Hermione to move. 

But she didn't. Not to be awkward or nothing but she had no idea what Ron was getting at. The very small walkway couldn't accomadate them both so Ron had pretty much catapalted himself into Hermione chest. 

She gasped and he groaned. Of embarrassment or because he enjoyed it, I don't know. You decide. However Hermione was horrified. She tried to move to the side but Ron did too, then she decided she should turn on the spot and walk off and just as things seemed okay, the train stopped and came to an abrupt halt at the station and Ron went flying back and put his hands out behind him expecting to find a bench or a door. But instead landed on Hermione's bubble ass. 

She did scream this time and turned round and passed him away. 'Ronald Weasley!' She growled and boy did she looked hella pissed. 

*Later*

Ron was beginning to make Hermione feel uncomfortable. She wasn't talking to him and it wasn't even the end of the first night back and Harry had to play meditator. Ron had spent the whole of the feast staring at Hermione. According to Lavender who was whispering not so quietly to her gaggle of girls, Ron had seen Hermione in a different light and declared her 'his property.'

So now you imagine Hermione Granger mindlessly pushing her food round her plate, so pent up in anger that is Ronald Weasley licks his lips at her one more time she will-

'STOP. Just stop!' She cries and the most of the Great Hall looks at her. Ron feigns innocent. 

'Stop what Hermione?' He says sweetly. Hermione shakes her head and walks over to him. The whole waited in baited breath.