Chapter 9: - Get Out Of My Head, Malfoy -
"They Harry!" I exclaimed.
Harry looked at me, clearly confused, "Who ?"
I kicked the sofa in Harry and Ginny's living space. "Malfoy and 'Mione!"
Harry jumped up, "THEY WHAT!?"
I nodded.
Harry frowned suddenly, as if he thought I was making it up. "Are you you heard them right?"
I nodded, "Absolutely!"
Harry nodded, settling down, somehow, and sitting back down on the sofa, "Right, and who told you this?"
I glared, "."
Harry nodded, smiling a bit, "I thought so."
I frowned at him, "How are you so alright with this? Malfoy the bloody has just your best friend!"
Harry rolled his eyes, "Ron, Malfoy's just playing a joke on you. He's lying. Besides, Hermione would die before touching part of Malfoy."
Pictures that I'd seen in my darkest nightmares appeared and I waved them away and said to Harry, "But I saw her blush! As soon as he said that, she started blushing!"
Harry frowned, "She probably started seeing the same exact pictures you are right now."
I groaned and fell onto the couch.
The door flew up and all I saw was a mane of curly hair.
"Ron, I have to speak with you," Hermione said.
Malfoy was standing casually in the doorframe.
"What's he doing here?"
Malfoy smirked, "I'm here to gloat about how I got further in a matter of days that you've got in years."
I clenched my fists and narrowed my eyebrows at him.
Hermione groaned, "Malfoy, I will kill you," She mumbled, "Now do what you were supposed to do before."
Malfoy sighed and walked up to me, "I apologize for lying to you about shagging Hermione. I haven't shagged anything, but I am planning on-" I pulled out my wand, but Malfoy said, "Expelliarmus," and my wand flew out of my hand into his.
He sighed and turned to Hermione, "You see, this is why I didn't want to come here."
Hermione was pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Give me my wand back, Malfoy!" I shouted.
Malfoy smirked at me, "Of course, Weasel." Malfoy threw it at the sofa. He winked at Hermione, who was too busy rolling her eyes to notice much.
"Ron. Now that that's all cleared up, I really do think that we should talk about... well-"
I interrupted her, "Yeah..."
I glanced at Malfoy, then back at Hermione, "Does he really have to be here?"
Malfoy looked smug and made himself at home on the sofa, Hermione gave me a pointed glance.
I sighed, "Fine."
"Why did you avoid me?" Hermione asked.
I shook my head, "I'm not the one who was running away when someone said their name and said they wanted to talk about !"
Hermione blushed, "To be fair, we both were avoiding each other."
I nodded, "But you didn't even try to still be together with me!"
Hermione gave me an astonished look, as if to say, .
"Ron, You're practically married to Lavender. Whether you like it or not, she's your soul mate. Just like, no matter how much I hate it, Malfoy's mine."
Malfoy glared at her, "It's not exactly easy having you as a soul mate either."
"You moved on so fast though!" I exclaimed.
Hermione gave me a confused look, "What are you talking about, moving on!?"
I pointed at Malfoy, "You're sleeping together."
Hermione glared at Malfoy, "You see what you did?"
I shook my head, "No, I meant in the same bed."
Hermione shook her head, "Unless Malfoy changed it this morning after I left for class, no we're most definitely not."
I grumbled, "Wouldn't put it past him."
Hermione gave me a pointed glance.
"Why didn't you look upset the night we figured out who was our soul mates!?" I asked.
Hermione glared at me, "I wasn't going to burst out into tears in the middle of the entire Great Hall!"
I shook my head, " It still seems like you were happy you were partnered with someone else."
Hermione got up, furious.
Bloody hell, I should have made her mad.
"YOU THINK I TO BE PARTNERED UP WITH THE BOY WHO CALLS ME MUDBLOOD!?" Hermione asked.
I shrugged, embarrassed.
She shook her head, "You know, maybe I was wrong about you."
I glared at her, "That's not fair-"
She shook her head, "No! You were always complaining that we never shagged. You always complained that I was a nerd. That I was always reading and ignored you!"
I shrugged, "You did."
Her jaw dropped.
"Wrong thing to say, Mate." Harry murmured, flipping a page over in his text book. Even Malfoy was shaking his head at me.
All I could think was, Bloody hell.
The that boy has! I gave him my love, my trust, I gave him me! And he says I loved books and studying more! I was about to explode on Ron when someone talked in my head.
. I heard him say.
I laughed in my head, .
He chuckled, .
"Ron," I said, as calmly as I possibly could. "We're friends. Best friends. Nothing more. Nothing less."
Ron shook his head, "I'm beginning to think that you didn't even love me." The things he said before were pretty bad, but this one just hit like a bullet. And it more than stung.
Tears filled my eyes, "Fine! That's just bloody brilliant. It just fills my heart that after all of this, you tell me that I was loving you wrong. That I didn't love you enough. Like I was pretending."
Ron just stood there, looking sorry for me. But no, I was done with people being sorry for me.
"You know, there were some things that you said that hurt pretty bad, but that was one I will never forget. And that's most definitely not a good thing."
I huffed as we walked out of the room, I turned to Malfoy, wiping away the last of my tears, "Right. Well, thank you for coming with me... For support. I suppose."
Malfoy nodded, "Why did I have to go again?"
I glared at him, "Because you wanted to."
Malfoy frowned, "Oh really? I don't remember that."
I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'm trying to thank you, here."
Malfoy shrugged, "There's another way to thank me, you know."
I groaned, "Must you always think that way?"
Malfoy shrugged, "Depends, what were you thinking?"
I blushed, "Never mind. I need to go to class," I said, narrowly ducking away from him.
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