Ok, this is the 2nd part of chapter 7. I would've posted earlier but I was out for about 2 hours, and woke up at like, noon cause I was up to the early hours of the morning 'yesterday'.
Since I can't find a good place to stop so I can start a third part, well, here's the rest of chapter 7! (I'll post chapter 8 later tomorrow, depends on when I get on, dunno when I have this riding lesson so yeah... most likely tomorrow evening, maybe Monday, cause I have a load of homework due on Monday that I haven't even really started)
Anyways, here's the last part of chapter 7!


Chapter 7
Ron's Problem (Part 2)

“Hermione...”
She scowled and slammed the door the Fat Lady hung upon, pushing past him. Ron stumbled backwards, nearly falling over.
“Hey!” the Fat Lady yelled angrily.
Ron didn’t bother to say the password; he started following Hermione, knowing full well it would be better to leave it a day or two.
“Look, I’m sorry...”
“Right,” Hermione scoffed, still walking down the corridors leading to the stairs. “Next you’re going to blame Malfoy for suggesting the next day for Hogsmeade.”
She started running down the stairs.
“If I did I would’ve done so last week!”
Hermione speed walked to the next fight of stairs and went down another flight, Ron still following.
“You know what your problem is?” she exclaimed as she landed on the 3rd floor
“What would that be?” Ron asked with a sarcastic edge, catching up a bit more.
Hermione went down another flight of stairs and stopped right before the door leading to the Heads’ common room. She spun around and faced Ron with an heated glare.
“You can’t stand the fact that the one year we’re having a good dance, Draco came up with the great idea!”
Ron’s mouth dropped.
“What... what did you just call Malfoy...?”
“His name,” she responded as if Ron was too stupid to understand anything.
“Since when’d you call ‘im by that?” Ron practically sputtered out.
“Since when’d you care?” Hermione shot at him, turning around to get closer to the painting of Sir Cadogan.
“I’m your friend, I have a right to know!” he responded, following her again.
Hermione stopped at the painting of Sir Cadogan. The knight seemed to be ready to ask to duel, or for the password, but got cut off.
“Well you aren’t acting much like a friend, Ronald!” she yelled at Ron.
“Wha... me?”
“Yeah, you. So what if I can’t tell you what the dance is going to be, you’ll find out tomorrow. So what if Draco thought of the idea. What does it matter right now?”
“I never said I needed to know it!”
“A student duel, much better!” Sir Cadogan commented happily.
Ron turned his attention to the painting beside Hermione.
“Sir... Sir Cadogan? How the bloody hell did you get here?”
“Thy is here to guard the door!”
“Door...?” Ron asked slowly.
“Welcome to the door leading to the Heads’ common room,” Hermione told Ron bitterly. “I’d offer you a tour, but if you can’t stand the thought of Draco thinking of an idea for a Halloween ball, I don’t see how you’d like a tour of the area he lives as well.”
“Bloody hell...” Ron muttered, rolling his eyes.
“I’m just stating the obvious, what’s wrong with that, bighead?” Hermione shot at him, glaring.
“Bighead? Where’d that come from?” Ron practically yelled.
“The mouth of the Head Girl, which I requmend you further don’t annoy,” Hermione said venomously.
“What’re you going to do? Give me a detention?”
“Don’t make dock points from my own house...” Hermione threatened with a cold gleam in her eyes.
“Like you’d do that,” Ron scoffed. “You don’t have the guts.”
Hermione’s mouth dropped.
“I don’t have the guts? I DON’T HAVE THE GUTS?! Who’s the one that stayed calm while in the Devils Snare in first year while a certain someone needed help to get out because they couldn’t listen? Who was the one that brewed a Polyjuice Potion, which by the way is illegal. Who was the one that used a Time-Turner in 3rd year for the benefit of Hagrid and Harry while you were delusional with a broken leg in the hospital wing? Who’s the one that blackmailed Rita Skeeter enough to make her pull out of writing for The Daily Prophet? Who’s the one that looked after Hagrid’s half-brother, a real giant? ME! So please, explain how I’m gutless if you’re the one that can’t even stand being in the same room as a spider barely the size of your pinky nail!” she exploded, seething angry now. “So don’t tell me I don’t have the guts to dock point from my own house, because I can, and you never know if I will!”
“You try being in the same cave as a spider twenty times the size of you, then you’d see what it’s like to stare fear in the eyes!” Ron hollered back.
“You do know a boggart is, right?” Hermione retorted, eyes flashing angrily now. “Your little dancing spider? You can’t exactly fly away in a car from that one.”
Ron shivered at the memories of the tap-dancing spider and the Ministry’s flying car helping them him with Aragog’s family attempting to eat him.
“Got a problem, Weasel-bee?” Draco’s voice sneered down the hall.
Hermione turned her poisonous look from Ron to Draco. She attempted to keep it when she looked at Draco.
“Yeah, thanks for adding on, Malfoy,” Ron retorted, turning around and glaring at Draco.
He tisked disapprovingly. “Not a good way to treat your superiors, Weasel-Bee. Ten points from Gryffindor for back-sassing.”
Just outside the Great Hall, the hourglass that held the house points for Gryffindor dropped slightly, bringing Slytherin House in the lead by five points.
“Abusing powers again, Malfoy?” Hermione shot at him.
“It’s unfortunate you can’t dock points for being a Mudblood,” Draco remarked, smirking.
“Ten points from Slytherin for calling the Head Girl a bad name,” Hermione retorted, saying ‘bad name’ in a scathing way.
Outside the Great Hall, the hourglass containing the Slytherin House points dropped ten, bringing Gryffindor back in the lead by five points.
“It’s a truthful label,” Draco responded. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“It’s an insult, Malfoy, you should know there’s a difference,” Ron replied defensively.
“He can’t technically know the difference if he doesn’t know what ‘truth’ is,” Hermione pointed out, imitating Draco’ smirk..
Draco attempted to keep his cold, guarded face up. He always hated it when people attempted to use his trademark smirk, but Hermione pulled it off in an alluring way.
“It’s just like calling him a...”
“Don’t say it,” Hermione warned through gritted teeth, cutting Ron off.
Draco gave a mocking smirk, knowing what Ron would say as well. Ron looked back at Hermione, eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked away. Hermione turned to Sir Cadogan.
“Pumpkin pastries,” she told the knight, hard face still on slightly.
For the first time in her life, she saw the knight smile and open the door, letting her and then Draco inside. She went into the common room.
“What did Weasel-Bee want?” Draco asked.
Hermione stopped and turned around to face him.
“He was supposedly apologizing to me,” she responded.
“What for?”
“I went down to Hagrid’s with him and Harry... don’t look at me like that!... and then Hagrid asked about the Halloween dance and if we had any plans and that made Ron ask if we were having a costume party again, and all I said was no and he asked about it and all I said was that we’re using your idea, and he got all mad that you made this new idea and he just about made another Death Eater comment when I cut him off and got ****** at him.” Hermione shrugged. “Overall not much,” she said mock cheerily. “So what were you doing out?”
“The usual, finding different first years to torment against my will,” he replied with a mocking grin as he wrapped his arms around Hermione . She did the same to him and they hugged. Draco pulled away slightly and looked down at Hermione.
“And don’t smirk at me when someone else is around,” he said.
“I love you, too.” She smirked at him.
Draco smiled and they kissed.