Beautiful Disaster

Title: Beautiful Disaster
Author: ashleyfanfic
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: D/Hr (Harry Potter)
Chapter: 6/??
Summary: Veela!Draco! learns that his mate is the least likely person on the planet and the discovery leads him and his father in new directions.
A/N: This part is much longer than the last few. I hope you enjoy. And remember, Read and Review!
A/N2: Thanks go to zephyr and del for betaing this. Del for her reading through and helping me to give the fic a much needed facelift(honestly, thank her when you read later chapters ;)) and zephyr for putting up with my inability to not be able to form complete sentences without bad sentence structure, spelling, or other horrible grammar mistakes. I adore you both. THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES!
Disclaimer: The characters held within are not mine but belong to warner brothers and jk rowling. I\'m only playing with them for a few minutes and will give them back virtually unharmed. There is also no profit being made off of this, so please don\'t sue.


Beautiful Disaster
Chapter 6

Hermione turned down the corridor, heading back to Gryffindor tower after spending several hours in the library. She loved the library; realizing that in those walls were all sorts of different topics she could learn about, keep in her head as part of her thoughts.

But her happiness was cut short when she found an irate Draco Malfoy pummeling one of her best friends. Dropping her bag she rushed over to them. Hermione grabbed Draco by the shoulder and tried to pull him away from her battered friend, \"Malfoy! Stop!\" She managed to pull him away from Ron and quickly stooped to her friend\'s side, examining his condition as she ignored the extremely angry man standing above them. Ron groaned as she opened his eye. She whirled on Draco, \"What were you thinking!?\"

He looked from the bloodied man to the angry eyes of his mate, \"You\'re blaming me for this?\"

\"I saw you hitting him!\"

\"He deserves what he got and more!\"

She was incensed, \"No one deserves this!\"

\"He was talking about getting you into bed!\"

She shook her head, \"Why would I believe you?! And why is what I do any of your business?!\"

\"Merlin, what happened here?\" Professor McGonagall said as she made her way down the corridor?

\"I found Malfoy punching Ron when I turned the corner, Professor.\"

His lips formed a straight line as he stared at Hermione, \"You won\'t even listen to reason!\"

\"You just bloodied up my friend!\"

\"You\'re friend was talking about making a wager that he could shag you! If you don\'t care about that, then someone should!\"

\"And that someone isn\'t you! What I do is none of your concern!\"

Professor McGonagall shushed them both and looked up at Draco, \"Fifty points from Slytherin for your attack on Mr. Weasley! Now, fetch Madam Pomfrey.\"

\"Add another twenty for disobedience,\" he declared before he stalked off in the direction of the dungeons instead of the infirmary.
\"Ms. Granger, please fetch Madam Pomfrey.\"

Hermione rose to her feet and ran in the direction of the infirmary. When she entered she found Dumbledore and Snape with Madam Pomfrey, seemingly discussing the brewing of a new healing potion. The three followed her down to where Professor McGonagall was looking over Ron. Hermione watched as the two male wizards shared a look, then Dumbledore turned towards Hermione, \"Where is Mr. Malfoy?\"

\"Dungeons. He wouldn\'t get Madam Pomfrey for Professor McGonagall.\"

Dumbledore nodded, \"I\'ll talk to Mr. Malfoy and find out why this happened. Ms. Granger, did he happen to say why he did this to Mr. Weasley?\"

\"Something about Ron saying that he was...\"

\"Yes?\"

\"He...\" she whispered, \"wanted to sleep with me.\"

Professor Dumbledore nodded, \"I see.\" He turned towards Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall, \"How does it look, Poppy?\"
\"I\'m in complete shock, Albus. I haven\'t seen a beating like this since...well since Mr. Malfoy\'s own father sent a boy to the infirmary back in his day. But he should be fine,\" she said as she stood then levitated Ron off the ground. The mediwitch walked behind him as his body floated down the hall, Professor McGonagall followed behind them.

\"Ms. Granger, why don\'t you return to your dormitory and should anything happen to Mr. Weasley, you\'ll be informed immediately. You are, after all, the one to stop Mr. Malfoy in his attempt to severely injure Mr. Weasley.\"

Snape glowered, \"I\'ll leave you to deal with Malfoy for the time being,\" he added before he stalked away from the headmaster.

Hermione sighed and Dumbledore looked down at her with a soft smile, \"Take heed, child. Everything will come to light soon enough.\"

\"What do you mean?\"

He shook his head, \"You\'ll soon understand. I have Mr. Malfoy to deal with at the moment,\" he said before he made his way towards the Head Boy\'s room.

*~*

He stood in his room, pacing the floor, seething with anger. How could she take Weasley\'s side? Draco was defending her. He never would have attacked Weasley the way he had if the stupid wanker hadn\'t been saying the things he was saying in the first place. The thought of Weasley touching his mate, the one he was meant for, was enough to make his skin crawl.

The knock on his door wasn\'t at all surprising to him, fully expecting to hear from a teacher about what he\'d done. But he had no regrets about such an action. In fact, he\'d do it again and not let Granger stop him this time. He hoped that Weasley had lasting effects from the beating and learned to keep his distance from Hermione.

He opened the door unsurprised at seeing Professor Dumbledore. He stepped aside and allowed the older wizard to enter. He stood stoically beside the fireplace, as the older man stood in front of him, \"I\'ll allow you to explain yourself,\" he said calmly.

Draco let out a frustrated breath, his fists still clinched at his side, \"I overheard Weasley talking with Thomas about how he could get.... Hermione into bed.\"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, \"I see.\"

\"Weasley even told him that he\'d place a bet on it. As if she were some sort of prize to be won!\" Draco began pacing again, \"So, when I confronted him about it, he wouldn\'t take it back. I\'m not sorry I hit him. I\'d do it again.\"

\"I\'m afraid you did more than just hit, Mr. Weasley. He\'ll be in the infirmary for a few days.\" Dumbledore sighed, \"I understand the circumstances now, and while I sympathize, I can\'t condone allowing you to beat on students because they say or do things that make you feel threatened.\"

\"But...\"

Dumbledore held his hand up, \"Allow me to finish.\" He gave Draco a soft smile; \"Your father did the same to a young man in your mother\'s year. In fact, Madam Pomfrey said she hadn\'t seen injuries such as these since your father\'s assault on that young man. I believe his punishment was serving detention, and that shall be yours. You can serve it with your head of house tomorrow afternoon until dinner.\"

\"Where is Snape?\"

Dumbledore frowned, \"You must understand where he\'s coming from. As head of Slytherin house, he was very happy when you were announced as being Head Boy. He doesn\'t want to see you jeopardize the opportunity you\'ve been given to show that Slytherin, despite its rather bad press, isn\'t as bad as it would seem. Not only wicked wizards come from Slytherin.\"

He nodded, \"I know.\"

\"He has a lot of faith in you, Mr. Malfoy.\" Draco only nodded in response. The headmaster placed a hand on Draco\'s shoulder, \"I understand that seeing, hearing, or even thinking about Mr. Weasley or any other young man doing anything to or with Ms. Granger is enough to make your blood boil, but you must learn to control such emotions. I\'d hate for you to get into even more trouble. As of right now, Ms. Granger is extremely angry with you, and I would hate to see you push back any sort of progress that you might have made.\"

Draco continued pacing, shrugging off his hand, \"She\'s furious with me and won\'t even listen to reason! I heard him with my own ears try to make a bet with Dean Thomas that he could get her to sleep with him! She\'s mine, and if that sod doesn\'t get that through his fat head, I\'ll knock it in there for him.\"

The older wizard stopped his pacing by stepping in front of him; \"I hardly think that would place you in her favor, would it? From what I\'ve seen over these last several years, Ms. Granger places her friendships with both Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley as a very high priority. She\'s extremely protective of them both. You\'re working against that.\" Dumbledore sighed, \"I understand the possessive streak that you have concerning Ms. Granger. But, as Head Master of this school, I can not allow you to assault anyone, no matter the circumstances.\" He stared at the blond wizard for a few moments, then sighed, \"Maybe it would be best if we informed her of what\'s going on.\"

He shook his head, \"No. She stays in the dark until I\'m ready to tell her, and now is definitely not the time to inform her of anything like this. She\'s already mad at me. The thought of her slapping me and calling me a liar is not something I\'d like to deal with.\" He sighed, staring at the floor as Dumbledore gave him a small smile, \"I can\'t stop hating Weasley.\"

\"And no one\'s asking you to, my boy. All I\'m asking is that you try to remember that she wouldn\'t have been made your mate if she wasn\'t going to be yours.\"

\"She has a mind of her own, Headmaster.\"

He nodded, \"A rather brilliant mind.\" He sighed, \"I really think it would be best for all those involved if she were to know the truth, if for no other reason than to let her understand and grow accustomed for the life she\'s going to lead.\"
\"I\'d have to tell her about...other things.\"

Dumbledore nodded, \"Leading her to realize how much you trust her. When you do finally decide to tell her everything, I would be happy to be present so I can give credence that what you\'ve told her is true.\"

He nodded, \"Thank you.\"

\"Any time, Mr. Malfoy.\" He turned to leave and stopped before he opened the door, \"You might want to steer clear of the Gryffindors for a few days. They might be a bit anxious to get back at you for harming one of their own.\"

\"I\'m not afraid of them.\"

Dumbledore smirked, \"Yes, but maybe you should be. One is much easier to fight than ten.\" He gave Draco a genuine smile before he left.

Draco sat in one of the chairs in front of the fire, staring into the flames as he thought about what the headmaster had said. Perhaps he should tell her what was going on, and his sudden interest in her. But he didn\'t want to make her do anything that he might regret. His biggest fear was that once he told her, and she found out that doing anything with someone else hurt him, she\'d do it just out of spite. And with one of the two people he hated most in the school: Potter or Weasley.

The knocking on the door caused him to roll his eyes. He just knew that when he opened the door he was going to find his head of house who would have a few choice words for him. He almost didn\'t want to answer it, knowing what Snape\'s temper was like. He was a bit surprised that he hadn\'t come to deal with him, himself. Then again, he was rather grateful that Snape had stayed away. An irate Snape was not something he could deal with at the moment.

When he opened the portrait slowly, he was immediately pushed backwards before he even realized that Hermione had stepped through. She pushed him again, his Seeker instincts quickly taking over, allowing him to keep his balance as she shoved him.

\"Why did you do that!\" she yelled. \"Why would you deliberately beat up Ron!? He hadn\'t laid a hand on you!\"

Draco rolled both his shoulders as he took a step toward her, his eyes angry as he stared at her, \"I told you why!\"

\"I don\'t believe you! Ron wouldn\'t do that! So really, what was the reason?! Did he insult you or something!\"

\"No, but he didn\'t seem to mind talking about you as if you were a prize to be won!\"

\"I\'m no one\'s possession!\" she said poking him hard in the chest.

\"I never said you were! He talked about you that way!\"

\"So, you\'re saying you defended me?!\"

\"Damn right, I did! I\'d punch him again if I could!\"

She poked him again, \"You will not touch Ron again!\"

\"Then stay the bloody hell away from him!\"

She shoved him, \"Why do you keep saying that?! I don\'t take kindly to people ordering me around!\"

\"I asked you first, but you seem to have forgotten that part! He\'s up to no good when it comes to you and you don\'t want to hear it! Stay away from him!\"

\"No! He\'s my friend!\"

\"He wants to get in your pants!\"

\"That\'s none of your business!\"

\"It is my business!\"

She furrowed her brow, \"What right do you have to tell me who I can and can\'t sleep with?\"

He sighed, \"I\'m not fighting with you anymore about this. I\'ve told you to stay away from Weasley, and if I have to do to him again what I\'ve already done, it would be no skin off my nose. So, I\'m telling you, stay away from Weasley.\"

\"Tell me why!\"

\"Because I asked you to!\"

\"That\'s not an answer!\"

He was lost in the dark brown depths that resembled chocolate more than honey at the moment. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips, aching to kiss her but afraid of what he\'d get for his trouble. He noticed that her eyes did the same, just a small flicker, then back up to meet eyes with him. They both moved forward, their lips coming together for an angry heated kiss.

She\'d deliberately moved forward, aching for his kiss as much as he was aching for hers. Something about arguing with him made her lose control of her senses left her completely open and vulnerable to him. She\'d wonder later why she felt so out of control when she was with him, but right now, all she could concentrate on was the feel of his lips against hers. She was aching for him, something she didn\'t think she\'d ever felt for anyone before. She had an unexplainable need to touch him and an inexplicable desire for him to touch her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his body as her hands slid over his shoulders and locked behind his neck. He lifted her from the floor, the tips of her toes still dragging along the stone as he pulled her the short distance to the green sofa of his common room. He lay her beneath him, his lips never leaving hers as he felt her hands remove his robe, pushing it from his shoulders revealing the white shirt and black pants beneath it. His lips moved to her neck as he settled between her thighs, rubbing himself against her as her hands gripped his shirt in her hands.

She only went to his room for one reason, to scream at him, to tell him that he was a horrible person for doing such a thing to her friend when he\'d been almost kind to her recently. She\'d made her trek to the middle of the castle quickly, finding out from Ginny where Percy had been when he was Head Boy. But now, here she was kissing him; actually, they were groping more than kissing, really.

She moaned as he stroked himself against her, she pulled his shirt from his pants. Hermione slid her hands beneath the fabric and over his skin. His lips found the pulse in her neck and nipped at it, while his hands slowly moved up her body. Her eyes flew open when she felt his hand on her breast, and shaken out of her pleasure induced haze she pushed him away, \"Malfoy...stop...\" she panted.

He opened his eyes and stared at her as she struggled to free herself from beneath him. He sat back on his heels as she scrambled from the sofa, her eyes anywhere but on him, \"You should go,\" he said with the last bit of self-control he could muster.

Her eyes narrowed at him, the feeling of rejection flowing through her as she turned on her heel and stormed out. He couldn\'t figure out her anger. She ended it first and then acted as if he spurned her when he asked her to leave. He didn\'t want her to go. If anything he wanted to drag her into his bedroom and never let her go.

He frowned as he heard the familiar tapping outside his bedroom window and walked through his common room into the dimly lit room and opened the window, letting in a crisp October breeze. The owl flew in and landed on his desk, finding that this was, like all the rest, a different owl than the previous one before. He took the letter and stuffed it into his shirt pocket and left his bedroom, tucking his shirt in as he went. He reached for his robe and left his common room, heading straight for the owlery to inform Dumbledore that he had a message for him and asked for a time for when they could meet and so he could deliver it.

*~*

It had been a week since Malfoy had put Ron into the infirmary. The beating he\'d given the ginger-haired boy laid him up for a good two days before Madam Pomfrey was willing to let him leave. Word had traveled all over the school that the once cowardly Draco Malfoy had taken Ronald Weasley on and come out of it unscathed, much to the chagrin of all the Gryffindors.

Hermione had gone to see Ron every chance she got, feeling incredibly guilty over what she\'d done with Draco Malfoy. She felt as if she betrayed her friend, as if her kiss with the blond had been a direct punch to Ron\'s face. The two boys hated one another, hated what the other stood for. And she was caught in the middle. She shook her head; she wasn\'t caught in the middle. She was Ron\'s friend and Draco\'s...nothing. She wondered for a few moments if she would have let him continue if it hadn\'t been for the sudden and crashing guilt she felt when thinking of how she ended up in his room. It was her guilt that had asked him to stop. Her friend, one of the only people she trusted, was laying in a hospital bed suffering from injuries inflicted on him by the man that had been kissing her, touching her, and making her feel things the likes of which she\'d never felt before.

She didn\'t like the fact that she felt so overwhelmed in Draco\'s presence. She couldn\'t explain that part either. She couldn\'t even look at him now, feeling as if he was always sizing her up, waiting for her to do something as ridiculous as kiss him again. He had kissed her back, this was true, but she felt like she had initiated it by giving him the hint that she wanted his kiss. She knew he saw her eyes dart to his lips. She\'d been aching to shut him up or force answers out of him by laying her lips on his. It couldn\'t be more than that. She wouldn\'t let it be more than some silly little kiss that happened in the heat of their argument.

But if that was the case, why did she feel both rejection and guilt at what they had done? As she looked over at Ron, she knew why. He was her friend. It was obvious he had more than friendly feelings towards her. She knew without a doubt that if Ron could see one person unhappy for the rest of their life it would be Malfoy. She\'d betrayed her friend. The news of what she had done with Draco would infuriate him, and he\'d probably cease to be her friend. She couldn\'t lose his friendship. Ron and Harry were her support system. She needed them both, and after six years of being nearly inseparable, she couldn\'t think about what would happen should either of them find out about her kiss with Malfoy.

In trying to assuage her guilt over what she\'d done, she\'d been by Ron\'s side as much as possible. She visited him everyday in the infirmary and chatted with him whenever she saw him. She knew that doing such a thing would probably give her results she didn\'t want, but she had to do something to make amends with Ron, even though he had no idea why.

\"Hermione, can I ask you a question?\"

She looked over at Ron, a smile on her face, \"Sure.\"

\"I know that we\'re friends...but there was a little moment there, last month, when I thought maybe we could be something more. Is that...a possibility now or am I wasting my time?\"

She took a deep breath and chewed on her bottom lip, \"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?\"

\"Well, yes.\"

Her first instinct was to tell him no. She couldn\'t be his girlfriend when she was so confused on the inside. He was her friend and yet, that\'s all she wanted him to be, nothing more. But she couldn\'t hurt him anymore. She knew there was still talk echoing all over the school about how the once spineless Draco Malfoy had taken on Ronald Weasley on his own and had come out of it unhurt while the other boy was still suffering from with a slight limp. A few of the Slytherins still liked to replay it over in the halls when Ron passed by. She knew that telling him now would only make Ron unhappy and cause him to ask questions that she didn\'t have answers to. She couldn\'t hurt him anymore than she already had.

Her eyes flashed over to the Slytherin table, finding grey eyes watching her intently. Her anger at him returned, and she looked at her hands, before she looked back to her friend. He looked so hopeful, as if her answer would make or break him Could she really hurt her friend that way? She could deal with whatever Ron had in mind, knowing that he wouldn\'t pressure her into doing anything she wasn\'t ready to do. But this gnawing inside her stomach was screaming at her to say no. She swallowed it down and she smiled at her friend, \"I was wondering when you\'d ask.\"

He smiled, \"Really?!\"

She nodded, feeling heaviness settle in her heart by how happy it had made him, and yet she knew the whole thing was doomed from the beginning, \"Yes.\"

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips, and no one on the Gryffindor table noticed when the pitcher of juice Draco was holding dropped to the floor with a crash and the boy doubled over in pain. Pansy and Blaise Zabini noticed.

\"What\'s wrong with you, mate?\"

He looked up to see Hermione kissing Ron and he felt like he was going to vomit, either from the pain or from watching them. He stood quickly, slightly hunched over the table, \"Stomach ache,\" he said before he grabbed his bag. There had to be some way to stop them.

\"Draco, are you sure you\'re alright?\" Pansy asked as she stood.

\"Help me out of here, would you?\"

She nodded, concerned over his welfare, \"Of course.\"

She looped his arm over her shoulders as she helped him from the Great Hall, Dumbledore watching him closely. She sighed as she helped him down the hall, \"Should I help you to the infirmary?\"

\"I\'ll escort him, Ms. Parkinson.\"
They both turned and found Dumbledore standing behind them. Pansy released him and looked up at Dumbledore, \"Do you think he\'s been poisoned?\"

He shrugged as he helped Draco through the corridor, \"I don\'t know.\" At that moment, classes were called to order, and Draco stood up straight, as if he were perfectly fine.
Pansy stared at him oddly, \"Are you all right?\"

Draco looked at the headmaster, and nodded. He turned to Pansy and gave her a smile, \"Thank you. I know I\'m horrible to you, but you were the only one really willing to get me any sort of help.\"

She shook her head, \"It was nothing.\"

Dumbledore smiled at her, \"I think you should both be getting along to class.\"

Pansy pursed her lips together, \"Headmaster, shouldn\'t Draco go to the infirmary? Just to be sure he\'s going to be okay?\"

Dumbledore peered at Draco over his half-moon spectacles, \"What class do you have now, Mr. Malfoy?\"

He tilted his head at the Headmaster, \"Double...Potions,\" he nodded, understanding the question. Hermione wasn\'t going to be anywhere near Ron Weasley for a few hours. \"I should be fine.\"

Dumbledore smiled at the younger man. The headmaster nodded, \"Indeed you should.\" Pansy walked along beside Draco as they neared the Potions classroom.

\"Draco?\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Why...why are you always shunning me?\"

He looked over at her, \"What do you mean?\"

\"I mean...why are you always pushing me away? There was a time when you used to enjoy my company.\"

He sighed and stopped walking, \"There\'s more going on here than I can explain to you, Pansy.\"

\"So, I didn\'t do anything wrong?\"

\"No.\"

\"Then why do you continue to push me away?\"

He frowned, \"I don\'t want to hurt you, Pansy. I value you as a friend...\"

\"Just tell me.\"
He sighed, \"I don\'t want you. I can\'t...want you.\"

\"Why?\"

\"Because it\'s just not in me.\"

\"You used to want me.\"

He shook his head, \"Not necessarily. I just wanted someone and you were there. I\'m not saying these things to hurt you, I just want you to know the truth.\"

\"Which is that you don\'t want me.\"

He sighed, \"I wish it wasn\'t this way. It would be much easier if I did.\"

\"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?\"

He shook his head, \"No.\"

She took a deep breath as she stared into his grey eyes, \"I appreciate the honesty.\"

\"I\'m sorry, Pansy.\"

\"I know. That\'s the worst part of it all.\"

He frowned as he stared at her, \"If it makes you feel any better, I think Zabini wants you.\"

She raised an eyebrow, \"What?\"

\"Yeah.\"

She smiled, \"That does make me feel a bit better. But he\'s not you.\"

He shrugged, \"How many people are lucky enough to be me?\"

She smiled and stepped forward, placing a kiss on his cheek, \"You\'re rather special, Draco Malfoy.\"

A voice cleared and Pansy stepped away from Draco as Hermione pushed past them. Pansy sneered after her as she hit the brick wall behind her from where Hermione had shoved her, “Watch where you’re going, Mudblood,” she shrieked.

“Pansy,” Draco’s voice was cold as the girl looked over at him, Hermione still making her way down the stairs, “Don’t call her that again.”

Hermione’s step faltered, which almost caused her to fall down the stairs. She regained her footing quickly and continued on as Pansy stared in shock at Draco, “What?”

“You heard what I said.”

“You’re defending her?!”

“I’m not defending anyone. All I said was don’t call her that again.”

“You call her that all the time!”

“But what if she reports you to someone. They’d be much more likely to take her word over one of ours and then you’d be in trouble.”

She didn’t seem to buy that excuse, but she said nothing else about it as he began walking down the stairs. He took his normal seat beside her, trying to discern if she was still angry. She faced straight ahead, never laying eyes on anything but the black board. How annoying, he thought.
Snape came into the room, a swirl of black robes, his usual posturing as he took a stand in front of the class, waving his wand at the board, “You have two and a half hours to finish this potion. Should anyone fail to do so, it will cost them house points.”

Hermione stood to gather what she needed from the supply closet when Draco grabbed her arm, “I’ll get it.”

“I don’t need you to do anything for me,” she spat.

His face grew cold as he stared at her, “I was trying to be nice.”

“You can shove nice where the sun doesn’t shine.”

She wrenched her arm away from him. Draco sent a glare to the rest of the Slytherins, all of them having heard what she said and silently telling them to stay where they were as he followed her to the cupboard. Snape watched them carefully as Draco shut the door behind them. The other students all busied themselves with turning their cauldrons on or reading over the potion, all wondering the same thing, what was being said in that cupboard.

Draco closed the door behind him, causing Hermione to look around for an exit, some way to escape. Whenever she was alone with the Slytherin, she ended up in some compromising position with him, a situation she didn’t want to duplicate, especially in Snape’s cupboard.

\"I don\'t know what your problem is with me, but you need to stop acting like a child!\"

\"I want you to leave me alone. Stop talking to me, stop defending me, and stop...coming on to me,\" she said the last part so softly he almost didn\'t hear her.

He sighed, \"Why?\"

\"Because I don\'t like you.\"

\"Why?\"

\"Because you\'re a horrible, nasty person.\"

He pursed his lips together, deciding to change topics, \"What are you doing with Weasley?\"

Her eyes widened, \"What does that have to do with anything?\"

\"I told you to stay away from him!\"

\"You don\'t dictate who I can date...\"

\"He only wants to separate you from your knickers!\"

She narrowed her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest, \"Stay out of my life! What I do is none of your business! If I decided to sleep with Ron in the next hour or two that\'s not your concern.\"

\"Yes, it is!\"

\"No, it isn\'t!\"

He pushed her back against the shelves, \"Listen to me, you silly girl, stay away from Ronald Weasley. I won\'t lay a hand on you, but I won\'t hesitate from ripping him limb from limb, do you hear me?!\"

\"Don\'t you dare threaten Ron!\"

\"I\'m not making a threat. I\'m giving you a promise. Stay away from him, or he\'ll regret it.\"

He released her, grabbed the ingredients he needed and left her in the supply closet fuming. She\'d set that man...no, boy straight if it was the last thing she ever did. He didn\'t control her, he didn\'t tell her whom she could and couldn\'t date. So incensed by his actions she\'d made her mind up that she would go through with her idea to sleep with Ron. She was not Draco Malfoy\'s bitch.