A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 14

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I woke up this morning a whole lot calmer than I have felt in ages!

I mean, what's the use of me crying, right? It isn't gonna solve a thing! I may as well count each and every blessing I have rather than mope over my shortcomings.

Like, who cares if Ron, Harry and Ginny hate me, right?

I have Hermione.

And best of all, I have my wonderful, sweet, and amazing boyfriend!

Speaking of amazing boyfriends, I should go for breakfast! The faster I get there, the longer I get to spend with him!

I brush my teeth and pull my long, blonde hair into a high pony tail. I pull on my school uniform and run down the stairs.

Me being me, I run right into someone the moment I clear the corner to the great hall.

"oof!" I mutter, rubbing my sore behind from where I fell over.

The guy I knocked into also fell over. He sighs and stands up, pulling me to my feet as well. I blush moronically and dust myself off before looking up at him. But when I do, I recoil in shock.

"You! Why didn't you just leave me on the floor?" I ask perplexed.

Ron stands in front of me awkwardly, running his hand through his hair. The second he does this, he pulls his lank, orange hair from his face, and I see a glorious purple all around his half-closed right eye.

"Oh my god! What happened?!" I ask in shock, all my past anger at him gone.

"Your boyfriend, that's what," Ron mutters bitterly.

I feel my hands begin to shake slightly. I pull Ron's arm and lead him to the great hall. I stride in confidently and walk to the far end where the Slytherin table is located. I walk all the way up to Draco and tap him on the back.

"Deid!" he exclaims, a huge smile on his face. He jumps up from his seat and envelopes me in a tight hug, which is kinda awkward, since I'm still grabbing onto Ron's arm. Draco steps back, and his eyes get hooded the moment they land on Ron.

"What are you doing here, Weasel bee?"

"Draco, what did you do?" I whisper, keeping my voice low.

"What?" Draco asks surprised.

I pull Ron's hair aside, and point to the bruise. "He said you did that. Please tell me he's lying Draco...please?" I beg.

Draco colours a little. "I did, Deid," he whispers, shuffling his shoes awkwardly.

"How could you?!" I ask, completely and utterly let down. I was so sure Draco wouldn't have condoned that kind of behaviour!

"He asked for it," Draco whispers back, his eyes searching mine.

"But you hit him! You could get in trouble!" I mutter back.

"Him?! Get in trouble?! For a second I thought you finally regained your senses! I'm the one with the bruised eye, and yet you're worried about him?" Ron spits, pulling his arm away from me. He storms off across the great hall to the Gryffindor table.

"Deid, really...he insulted you," Draco whispers, swinging his arm around my shoulder. I shrug it off and face him, my face flushed, I'm sure.

Draco looks upset that I shrugged his hand off, but I don't really care at the moment.

"What did he say?" I ask as emotionlessly as I can.

"He said you deserved me. He said you were as stubborn and as painful as any Slytherin," Draco whispers, his voice tight.

"Me deserving you isn't an insult! I love you! That's the highest compliment he could have given!" I assure my wounded boyfriend.

"He didn't mean it as a compliment!" Draco assures me.

"It still doesn't give you the right to hit him!" I exclaim in frustration, huffing.

"Look, I'm sorry. I was angry he insulted you ,Deid. I didn't know it would make you mad. I'm sorry...really!" Draco whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I smile briefly at him, kiss his cheek and walk out the great hall. I glance back to see Draco staring at me in confusion, his eyes bright with pain.

I feel so bad! But...I don't know...I don't know how I feel about Draco punching Ron. I just don't like the whole physical violence angle...

I know it isn't a huge deal, but I don't want to sit with him now that all my thoughts are condemning him. I have to make it up to him later.

I sit in the common room for awhile until it's time for classes. I'm on autobot the rest of the day. I can't concentrate in class, nor can I think of anything other than Draco's sad eyes.

The moment classes are over for the day, I exhale in relief. I drag my bag back up the stairs. Just as I'm about to step into the common room, Hermione's shrill voice calls out my name. "De?? Come to my room!" and she practically drags me back downstairs to her room.

Once we're there, Hermione regains her composure and grins.

"Don't hate me, De! He wouldn't stop whining!" she mutters cryptically, shoving me into the room.

Only, Hermione's room looks different.

Instead of the decorations from yesterday, today everything is green and silver. The room is more sparse, less books, but more lived in.

The lights are off, but the room is softened by a dozen glowing candles, floating all over the room, releasing their heady perfume.

This perfume makes me almost miss the smell of the food on the little coffee table in the middle of the room.

And on the other side of the coffee table, is the most beautiful thing ever.

...Or rather, the most beautiful person ever; my boyfriend.

His pale blonde hair looks almost white in the soft, orange light. He's wearing a fitting black shirt and black slacks. He sits, cross-legged on the floor, looking up at me lovingly.

"Oh my gosh, Draco!" I manage to whisper after a while.

"Deid," he breathers, standing up. He walks over to me slowly and pulls me into his chest. "I'm so sorry I made you mad!" he breathes against my hair.

"This is your apology?" I ask, astonished. Hell yeah! I got THE MOST AMAZING guy ever!

He nods his head, smiling gently. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up to his level, standing on my tip toes. Our lips meet and everything, every single mistake is forgiven.

This is love!