Ch 3: Hermione

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I hate Ron Weasley. I really hate him. I guess it's all my fault for forgiving him. I couldn't help it, I still have feelings for him, albeit a small amount. I still kinda like that goofy grin, that messy red hair, that lanky loping walk.

He came up to me about 10 minutes after the chat with Draco, and said that he was sorry. I believed him. I could never go out with him again, but for then we were friends. I spent the next few days with Harry and Ron, it was like nothing changed. But it had.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ronald."

"Do you think you could ever... You know..."

"What?"

"Take me back?"

"No."

"What? Can't we talk about th-"

"No."

Every day. The same conversation. Yay. He just doesn't get it! We are through, how can I ever trust him again! Anyway, I digress. It was about two weeks since the Draco incident, and I was feeling pretty diminished. Not a single sign from him. I was waiting for care of magical creatures it was spring time. The flowers were in full bloom, the birds were chirping, and the sunlight danced across the grass. I know it sounds like a cliché but you take what you can get. Hagrids hut looked beautiful. Ron and Harry were messing about (as per usual...) I sidled up to them.

"Hey guys," I said, a smile playing on my lips, "How's Ginny, Harry?"

"Okay, I guess."

He doesn't seem to say much anymore, (afraid of an outburst from me again, I suppose.)

Ron stiffened, I looked around. I saw a familiar blonde head bob around the corner, I was about to run over there to say hi, but Ron grabbed me by the waist. He pulled my head toward his, and all of a sudden He was kissing me.

I felt a feeling if nothingness wash over me, I knew that feeling. I was being imperiused. HARRY. I trusted him. I was kissing Ron back, I couldn't stop myself. All of a sudden the feeling stopped, Draco turned and ran, I sprinted after him. I never was much good at sport, he easily out stripped me.

"Draco! DRACO!" He didn't turn, I saw him run and stick his wand out. I knew it was too late to help, I was too far away and I had left my wand behind at the hut. I was hopeless. I saw a large purple bus hurtle around the corner. Draco got on.

-sorry such a short chapter😁)

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