Unexpected (Drarry)

Locomotor Mortis

"Hold back. I have some business I need to take care of." Draco said to his companions Crabbe and Goyle, and then proceeded to walk up to the Gryffindor table alone. This was his chance to apologize. He would be damned if he let them ruin this like they did pretty much everything else.

Draco could scarcely believe he was doing this in the first place. It seemed as though his legs belonged to someone else as they moved him farther away from the Slytherin table and closer to the Gryffindor one, but he had made his mind up last night. This was something he was going to do and there would be no talking himself out of it, and before he knew it, he was standing right in front of Hermione Granger.

A moment of silence passed through both the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. What was Draco Malfoy doing at the Gryffindor table? Why had he left his entourage behind? Why was he just standing there without a word passing through his lips?

The truth was, which he would never admit to anyone, that he was scared. Scared this would go horribly wrong. Harry Potter might not be at the table, but Ronald Weasley was, and he seemed to hate Draco more than Harry did.

After what seemed like hours, but was really only about 30 seconds, Ron spoke up and said though gritted teeth, "Is there anything we can help you with, Malfoy? Or are you just going to gawk at us further while we eat?" It was evident that he was losing whatever little patience he had to begin with.

"Actually, yes. I'd like to speak to Granger. Preferably alone," Draco replied while trying his best to seem indifferent in the matter rather than hostile or suspicious, as he usually came off.

"Knowing your intentions? No way in hell. Now, come off it, Malfoy. There's no way I'm leaving you alone with her."

Draco swore he could see fire in Ron's eyes, but that didn't stop him.

"And what exactly do you suppose my intentions are, Weasley?"

"Something malicious I guess. You're never up to anything good. Maybe you'll just try and sacrifice her to You Know Who? After all, you're just a bloody Death Eater, aren't you?!"

"Ronald!" Hermione nearly shouted as she inserted herself into the conversation.

Neither had noticed that Malfoy had gone deadly pale.

"No, 'Mione! We've been dealing with his nonsense for years, and quite frankly, I've had enough!" Ron paused for a moment and then, mind seeming made, pulled out his wand. "In fact, locomotor mortis!" Ron said all while aiming his wand at Draco, and Draco fell to the ground.

"Bloody hell!" Malfoy yelled. He couldn't move his legs. Maybe I should have just written Granger a damn letter instead, he thought.

"You know what?" Hermione said while glaring at Ron. "I think I'll speak to whomever I please."

She then turned herself back to Draco. "Finite Incantatem" she murmured in his direction. "Let's go Malfoy."