The Right Kind Of Wrong

Chapter Nine

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM THAT SERIES BECAUSE THEY ALL BELONG TO JOANNE KATHLEEN (J.K.) ROWLING!

Chapter Nine

Hermione was laying on the desk with Draco, almost falling to sleep with boredom. It was dark and though Hermione didn’t know what time it was, she guessed that it was around nine. She was hungry and tired and, since they left the door open, cold. She wondered how Draco wasn’t cold. Whenever she asked him after she complained herself, he would always answer that he was fine.

She looked up at the ceiling of the room, the books still raging on the desk.

“I thought that our boss was coming back tonight.” Draco muttered, lying down beside her.

“I thought so too, but evidently I guess that she isn’t.” Hermione answered.

“If those protests weren’t going on then someone would have came by and seen that we were in trouble.” Draco muttered angrily.

Hermione turned her head to look at him.

“Do you think that Weasley, your boyfriend, would come here to check on you?” Draco asked.

She was surprised.

“I thought that you didn’t want Ron to come here and find out that I was working with you.” Hermione said.

“I’d rather have him try to kill me than stay here and be bored.” Draco said.

Hermione sighed.

“I wouldn’t count on him coming tonight.” Hermione said.

Draco was silent for a couple of moments before he said, “he made you cry this morning. Didn’t he?”

Though surprised that Draco would mention something like that, Hermione was silent for a moment as she debated answering him or not. It would be awkward to tell Draco this, wouldn’t it? Yet, she was in desperate need to vent to someone. Luna was never really around, Harry would only take Ron’s side, and if Hermione said anything to Ginny, then Ginny would get really protective.

And it wasn’t like as she was stuck up on the desk that she had anything better to do.

“Yes.” Hermione answered.

“Then he is scum.” Draco told her.

Hermione immediately sat up and smacked his shoulder.

“Malfoy!” she screeched.

Draco sat up as well, “It’s true. I’m not just saying that because we normally hate each other, but if any other boy was treating any girl like that, then they should be defined as scum!”

Hermione stared at him.

“What?” she asked in a whisper.

“You said that you didn’t think that he would see you tonight at all. And judging by him not being here and it is late, he isn’t. He made you cry this morning. The decient thing that a man would do is surprise his girlfriend with some type of thing that makes up for it.” Draco told her.

Hermione was frozen as she stared at him.

As she let the words sink in, Hermione realized just how right he was. Of course Ron was a sweetheart, but if he loved her then he would try to find a way to tell her that he was sorry. Of course Ron didn’t have money to do a gift apology, but Hermione would even love it if he would just walk up to her, hug her, and tell her that he loved he and that he was sorry.

But Draco was right, where was Ron now?

Hermione felt tears roll down her cheeks. Draco sighed and then looked away as she wiped her cheeks.