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Chapter 12
Outcomes of a Ring

Hermione’s mouth dropped, and she gasped. She couldn’t believe what Draco just asked. He opened the box, but she didn’t see the ring inside. She fell to the ground in front of him, eyes watering again.
“Yes!”
She hugged him, and they kneeled their in that way for nearly five minutes. Hermione was so happy now, she didn’t even think about how Ron would react to this. Draco pulled away, took out the flawless diamond ring, took Hermione’s right hand gently and slipped it onto her ring finger. Before he let go of her hand, he kissed it.

At dinner that night, all the core members from the Order showed up. Lupin, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George (taking time away from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes), Mad-Eye Moody, Bill Weasley (Fleur came along with him, much to Ginny’s dismay), Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco of course, Neville Longbottom, who joined officially just before the Final Battle, and Mundungus Fletcher tagged along as well. Dezi ate upstairs in her room, since she never liked being in such a large group. The dinner went along smoothly, Hermione nor Draco said nothing about their engagement.
“Oi, ‘ermione, wut’s that ye got on ye fist?” Mundungus asked, noticing the flawless diamond on Hermione’s finger as she ate.
Draco looked at Hermione out of the corner of his eye, both with mischievous and mysterious grins. Hermione held her right hand up, revealing the ring to everyone around the table. They all gasped at the sight of the flawless, shining diamond.
When Harry saw this, his face darkened. Ginny had to kick him hard in the calf as a reminder that she was sitting right next to him. Ron couldn’t have looked any angrier in his life. Molly had to shoot her son a warning glare, yet he still didn’t care, Ron hated Malfoy more than ever now.
“Who’s the lucky man, dearie?” Molly asked. She still didn’t know about Hermione and Draco. She actually didn’t even know about Dezi, no one ever told Mrs. Weasley anything about the relationship in any way, including children of course.
“Yeah, who’s your man, Hermione?” Ron asked in a cold, mocking way.
“Ronald Bilius Weasley!” Molly nearly shrieked. “How dare you speak to your friend that!”
Draco resisted laughing by chuckling. He never knew Ron’s middle name, and now he knew why.
Before Mrs. Weasley could ask again, Hermione responded.
“It’s Draco,” Hermione responded. She saw Neville attempt to keep his mouth from dropping. Hermione understood him completely though, Draco was always the one going after Neville for his inabilities in certain magical areas, and his clumsiness. Tonks looked like she was hit by a rogue bludger right in the stomach, she looked even worse than Neville, since Draco is her cousin (despite how she hates to admit it, they loathe each other still), Lupin was the one that had to remind her, silently, to at least look happy for the two. Everyone else seemed to try and look like they were happy, but Hermione knew they could’ve been happier, they all never really liked Draco.
Draco found everyone’s reaction rather amusing, but he kept a straight face without any problems. The rest of the dinner, everyone chatted quietly amongst those near to them, but other than that, it was really quiet. It seemed the ‘news’ surprised, and probably disturbed, many people.
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The table cleared after everyone finished, and the people milled out. All the visitors of the Headquarters seemed to leave automatically after saying goodbye, leaving the house to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco and Ginny who was staying the night.
“Oh, cut it Ron!” Ginny snapped when she saw the glare her brother was giving Draco as they all stood in the main hallway. Ron’s glare dropped immediately, looking normal for a moment.
“What?” he asked in an innocent way.
Ginny scowled. She pulled away from the arm around her waist, Harry’s, and stormed upstairs. Rolling his eyes at the drama, Harry followed a few moments later. Ron didn’t move, his eyes were glued to the floor.
“Get a life, Ronald,” Hermione snapped as she followed behind Harry a few moments after he left. Draco and Ron were the only ones in the main hallway now.
“Put her under it, didn’t you?” Ron asked as soon as he didn’t hear any footsteps. Draco raised an eyebrow. “So your days of putting people under the Imperius have improved, I assume,” Ron added with a smug look.
“And your days of witty comebacks have drawn to a close awhile back, I assume,” Draco shot back at Ron in a calm way, smirking. His fingers toyed with the wand in his pocket.
“You’ll just never be happy until we’re gone, out of the way, aren’t you, Malfoy? Just taking a little bit more from our lives.”
“Our?” Draco asked mockingly. “You more likely. Potter is actually smart for once, because he knows acceptance.”
“Acceptance or force, Malfoy?” Draco noticed Ron’s hand had slipped into the pocket of his clothes. A split second later, in synchronization, Ron and Draco’s wands were drawn at one another.
“Potter accepted. I can force you easily though,” Draco retorted, wand aimed at Ron’s chest threateningly.
“I’d love to see you try,” Ron scoffed. His wand matched Draco’s.
“Coming from one that couldn’t magically produce fire, that isn’t much of a threat,” Draco sneered.
“Sectum...”
Before Ron could even finish the hex the Half-Blood Prince had invented, he was thrown back a few feet in the hallway. His hand dropped his wand, and went to his face, which was breaking out in boils.
“You’re acting just as ugly as you look, Weasley,” Draco sneered as he walked by Ron, putting his wand away and going upstairs.