Oh How Things Have Changed Ok so maybe not a WWF match with wands?, a harry potter fanfic

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Sequel up!

'Cause I've made up my mind

I'm a terrible person

Hermione rushed around to where Draco and Ron had both toppled on the ground. As soon as she arrived to the spot, she saw a sharp flash of brilliant red hair. Her eyes grew slightly with anxiety but as soon as she blinked the head disappeared; only to be replaced by an abnormally messy blinding blond one. She took two steps and, because of it, she finally got a good look at Draco's face. He was bleeding from both the corner of his lip and from a small cut that he got, above his left eye. When she ran her eyes over his face and stopped at his eyes she was shocked at what she had seen. His eyes held something she had not seen in a very long time. They weren't filled with what they once were. Now they were cold and hard. The grayness of his pupil seemed to swirl around, aggressively, shining with anger and determination.

'Cause I've led her on

And I'm the only one who knows what I've done to her, oh yeah

Suddenly Ron appeared once more in Hermione's sight. The damage he faced, on the other hand, seemed far more extensive to that of Draco's. His nose looked, to Hermione's dismay, like it was far too close to being broken. She then watched as he gently took the edge of his sleeves and wipes away the draining blood. His face was covered with several bleeding cuts and slashes, and in addition to that, a very large discolored bruise was starting to form underneath his electric blue eyes.

I'm much smarter now

I won't tell her friends before her

As soon as Harry and Ginny arrived, they stopped behind Hermione. They were just standing there until Ginny placed her dainty hands on Hermione's shoulder and steered her away from the fight. Hermione sighed and allowed herself to be pulled away from the scene. Lucky enough, none of the other teenagers seemed to have noticed the fight at all. It was probably because they were to caught up in enjoying the band that was currently playing.

Oh I'm afraid

Harry, while watching the fight, decided that it had gone far enough, so he took matters into his own hands. He walked over to the fight, stood over the two brawling boys and stretched his hands firmly on top of the two. Lucky for him, his hands caught Ron's waist just before he was tackled again. Harry's muscles tensed up immediately as Ron's body swayed to the left. Harry pulled Ron, aggressively, way from the fight so that he couldn't throw anymore punches at Malfoy. As soon as they were safely out of each other's grasp, Malfoy's body swayed, slightly. His hands then, slowly, moved up his face and touched his cheek. As soon as his fingers collided with the cut above his eye, he moved it away, looked at it and saw the blood. If it was possible, believe me, his eye's became even more intense.

"Now would anyone care to explain this to me?" Ginny said, bluntly.

It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday

No one answered her; so she folded her hands over her chest and began tapping her feet. That little action caused Hermione to step forward. Even though she was still a little dazed over the whole situation she stepped out.

"Can someone help me, please? We need to get them inside." She paused, as if waiting on a reply, but all she got was a serious stare-down.

Hermione's eyes scanned everyone, to see if anyone would start to help her but before she knew it, her eyes connected with Draco's. As soon as his eyes met hers they stopped swirling, angrily. Just the distant look on Hermione's face was enough to make his calm down.

I'm a horrible person

I read her diary

"Hermione," He breathed faintly. It was like his silent apology for what he had done.

I'm not to be trusted

I told all of her secrets to all the guys in town

They all laugh and slap me five

Hermione ignored him and said, "Come on. They need to get cleaned up." She turned sharply and headed toward the house. Like ghosts they followed her, silently and carefully. Ginny, after a few attempts, caught up to Hermione and took her hand in a comforting embrace of friendship. Even though she did this, Hermione's manner didn't change. Her back remained sternly straight with her head still held high and her face cold.

Luckily she doesn't have dirt on me

'Cause I'm the cleanest guy

As Hermione walked, she dully noted the worried whisperings between Harry and Ron. Something was off and to make matters even more off Draco hadn't made a sound. The only thing he seemed to be doing was cursing himself, silently, for his actions. It was obvious he had done something deathly wrong.

Oh I'm afraid

When they got inside, Harry led Ron over to a tall stool in the private kitchen. Draco, slowly followed suit and took one of the other stools available; leaving a stool between them. While the boys were in the kitchen, Ginny helped Hermione, silently, get the safety kit. No one dared to comment that all Hermione needed was her wand.

It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday

Hermione patched up Ron first. As soon as she began to clean up Ron, jealousy rose in Draco chest. He had wanted her to take care of him first but seeing as he knew he made a mistake, he quickly hid it. Ron was silent the whole time while Hermione cleaned some of his cuts. That was until she started to clean the purple-black bruise under his eyes. He quickly took a sharp intake of air and hissed silently. The cut hissed as it closed but he just clenched his fists and tightened his lips.

I don't think I'll ever be sorry

No, I'm not sorry for a thing I've done

While Hermione was cleaning up Ron, Harry comforted a clearly worried Ginny to the best of his ability. He hugging her tightly, in the corner of the room, and whispered soothing words to her.

And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely

Cause having her around wasn't all that special

After Hermione was done with Ron she proceeded to clean up Draco. She moved her chair in the front of Draco's stool and proceeded to wet a cotton swab with the cleansing liquid. She gently touched the swab to the cut above his eye. Draco released a small hiss between his lips. Hermione sighed, causing her gaze to soften, against her will.

"Looks like you've got a scar to look forward to Mr. Malfoy," she stated softly.

The tension on Draco's face slide off like a cold slate of ice, "I'm so sorry 'Mione," he whispered to her.

It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday

Hermione saw Ron twitch in the corner of her eye and decided not to speak again.

Once Hermione had cleaned them both up and had put all the safety, she spoke again.

"I'd like to speak with Draco alone, please."

Ron started to protest but Harry quickly guided him out the room with Ginny.

"Stop it! You're not helping yourself Ron!" Harry whispered heatedly.

As soon as everyone left the room; except Hermione and Draco, they stood in silence. Before she could think what she was doing, Hermione looked at him then at once started talking; but Draco started the same time.

"Hermione, I'm so s-"

"Draco, I-"

They both went quiet.

"You go first," prompted Draco quietly.

Hermione waited another moment to work up her nerve.

"Why did you do that? You knew very well I hadn't told them yet! Do you fancy fights? Because trust me I do not! They are barbaric! I'm only thankful you two were too angry to think of using your wands. Otherwise you might very well be a turkey right now!"

Draco looked at her angrily and said, "Hermione, you weren't going to tell them..." He looked at her as her facial expression changed from anger to contempt. As a result of that he grew even angrier, slid off of his stool and concluded "...and you very well know it!"

"I would have!" Hermione snapped, defensively.

Draco didn't even respond to that. He just turned red in the face, approached her, and said, "You're just going to stand there all high and mighty acting as if your the only person who's ever been hurt! As if your so above everyone else because one time you had your trust misused! I don't even like Potter and Weasley but even I could see you were far too hard on them for their mistake!"

"You have no idea-"

"Oh, of course I wouldn't have an idea. I'm just the person who grew up in a home where corporal punishment was a applied, daily. Just the person whose own father tried to kill him as his mother sat and watched it all; while downing another bottle of scotch! Oh yes, I would never know what it's like to have my trust betrayed." Draco now had Hermione backed up against the counter.

Hermione studied him with deep brown eyes. His eyes didn't hold the anger they had held for Ron. There was a bit of annoyance but besides that they were normal. They still swirled in a dramatic fashion, but for a different reason. And for some reason Hermione couldn't understand why. His face was set as hard as stone but his eyes betrayed him. His eyes gave away the fact he couldn't be mad at her.

Before they both knew what happened, his stance faltered. He looked her in the eyes, said, "Oh, for Merlin's sake," and quickly bent down and kissed her.

Hermione remained stubbornly unresponsive, that is until he nipped gently on her bottom lip. His arms made their way around her waist pulling her closer to him. Hermione relaxed greatly and allowed her fingers to toy with his snowy blond hair.

He pulled away after a moment and began to shower her neck with kisses; nipping on it here and there. Hermione tilted her head back, giving him more access and sighed softly.

"We can't stay put out with each other can we?" Draco said breathlessly.

Hermione laughed and said, "You have a talent for stating the obvious, don't you?"

Draco pulled away from her facing her, smirked and said, "I have many talents."

Hermione rolled her eyes and hit him gently while laughing, "Oh, do you?"

"'Mione!" Hermione and Draco's head snapped towards the direction of the door and exhaled loudly. Ron's smothered voice could still be heard yelled from beyond the door; that was until Harry got tired of it.

"Ron! Shut up!" yelled the voices of Harry and a soon-to-be Ginny Potter.

"'Mione! Are you okay in there? 'Mione!"

Hermione turned to Draco, sighed and said, "I'd better talk to him."

Draco nodded and said, reassuringly, "I'll be right outside if you need anything; ok?"

Hermione nodded as Draco opened the door and Ron rushed in.

"'Mione, you ok?" asked Ron, who was red in the face.

Hermione walked over, shut the door and said, "I'm fine, Ronald."

After Hermione said that the room fell quiet. Neither of them knew where to start. They didn't even look at each other. Because of that, Ron finally broke the silence.

"Can't believe the prat came! Nerve of him!" he ranted not so loudly.

Hermione licked her lips, nervously, before speaking, "Ron, Draco, and I are... we're seeing each other," she finished looking down.

Ron blinked a few time, shook his head and said, "Hermione, what are you talking about?"

"I'm with Draco; Ronald. He... He makes me happy." Hermione repeated gently.

"No!" Ron exclaimed. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. He started to shake his head even more and mumbled, "No!"

"Ronald, I am," Hermione was starting to get annoyed at his childish actions. He was practically sticking his fingers in his ears and screaming 'I'm not listening' over and over again like a child.

"No! No Hermione! You're not!"

"I very well am!" As soon as Hermione heard what he said, her temper exceeded its limitations.

"No, Hermione we are together that's the way things are! Ginny and Harry, you and me."

"Have you gone completely insane? What could possibly ever possess me to be with you, again, after your actions?" Hermione didn't care now if she hurt him.

"You forgave me!" He yelled.

"As a friend. I never said I'd take you back!" She shot back.

Hurt flashed deeply on Ron's face. At once guilt flooded Hermione, "Ron, I-"

Ron put up his work worn hand, said, "No, Hermione, No," and walked out the door.

Once he threw open the door, Harry and Ginny jumped away from it. Hermione caught sight of two pairs of extendable ears.

"Ron?" Harry called after Ron just he was gone.

Ginny had already set off after him. Harry caught Hermione eye for moment before chasing after the two red heads.

Hermione walked out of the room and headed to find Emma.

"Aunt Hermione, This is just sad," commented Emma dully after Hermione shared her tale.

"I know," Hermione agreed miserably.

"My Aunt is having more drama at my graduation party then me," Emma finished.

Hermione gave a weak chuckle and said, "You're a horrible confident!"

"Yes, well, I do tend to put things quite bluntly; don't I?"

"So what should I do?"

Emma jumped down from the stone fence they had been sitting on and grabbed a cookie.

"I don't know."

"You're such a help, my dear," Hermione stated, sarcastically, as she reached for a cookie herself.

Emma grabbed another cookie and climbed back up to her seat.

By this time, most of the guests were long gone and because of that, Emma found the corner, she was now in, which had a spectacular view. Both had no idea where Ginny, Harry, Ron or even Draco had wondered off to. Hermione had tried her best not worry to much about it. As a result her feet couldn't stop bouncing off the stone wall.

"You know Emma, I don't know... too much has happened for Ron and I to ever be that close again..." Hermione flicked off a small browned piece of the cookie and concluded, "...to share that same trust"

"I wouldn't worry about it," Emma suggested loudly.

Hermione sighed, slung her arm over Emma's shoulders and said, "You might just have to teach me how."

A whole two months later and not a word had been spoken between Ron and Hermione. Hermione didn't avoid him, mind you, in fact whenever she had an invitation from Mrs. Weasley to come to dinner she gladly took it. Harry seemed to have hope for them still but that was Harry. Harry always had hope these days. And annoying inspirational phrases.

For this reason Hermione seemed to realize that their friendship would never repair. The only way for this to happen would be for someone to budge and no one would. There would never be a grand return of the Golden Trio. Maybe someday Ron would forgive her and they could be friends again but they would never be as close as they once were. Hermione knew that someday she would miss it but for now she was content in her choice.

Be friendly but not close secret sharing friends.

Hermione woke up surrounded by the comforting arms of her bed. She drifted in and out of sleep for a few moments. Slowly the room around her became more and more clearer. Hermione then tucked the comforter back and swung her legs out of the bed slipping on her blue bedroom shoes. She stretched her arms before getting up and putting on her robe. With that she left down the flight of stairs.

She peeked in Emma's room and saw most of her things were packed from late last night. She was going to move out today; against Hermione's wishes of course. The blankets on her bed rustled gently and a loud sigh came from under the bundle. Hermione smiled and closed the door before continuing down more stairs to the private kitchen.

Hermione stirred her coffee waiting for it to cool. As she walked back down the hall passing a mirror, she had to take a quick double back for what she saw.

Her face didn't look... well, like her face. She couldn't name it but something was different. It wasn't a bad change necessarily. No, it was quite nice. She didn't look as tense as before; she looked refreshed. Her skin was free of any blemish. Her hair wasn't a giant frizzy lion mane. It was smooth and soft looking curling around her shoulders framing her face. Her eyes were wide open. Suddenly her eyes grew even wider with realization.

Hermione had figured it out.

She looked happy.

"Are you sure you got it all?" Hermione asked with a worried look.

"Yes, Auntie, Dearest," Emma said as she put on her light blue jacket.

"Don't mock me now, I do have a right to be worried," Hermione lightly snapped jumping out of her nice warm spot on the couch next to Draco.

"Love, she'll be just fine."

Emma smirked; "Maybe I'm the one who should be worried about leaving you all alone," she turned to Draco and asked, "Do I have a reason to worry, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Well at the present moment, I'm trying to get your Aunt to budge and move in with me," Draco added from behind Hermione before slipping his arms around her nuzzling her neck.

Hermione promptly ignored him and said with a small pout, "I don't like the idea of you traveling alone."

"Aunt Hermione! It's only a two hour trip!"

"But you're using the car!"

"I know how to drive thank you very much!"

They had managed to make their way to the overly packed bright green car that Emma had recently bought with her graduation money.

Hermione stood stubbornly still. Not even Draco's loving gestures could waver her from her firm look.

Emma turned around and took a long look at Hermione, "Well, come on and give me farewell hug," she said opening her arms.

Hermione stubbed her foot in the ground before rushing forward and hugging Emma tightly. Draco could see Emma face was starting to drain all color in Hermione death grip but said nothing.

"Now remember your wand! Keep it on you at all times! If at any moment you feel threatened don't hesitate to use it! I have connections and we could have all charges dismissed like that! Ok?"

Emma grinned and said, "And floss every night before bed."

Hermione soaked in her face before kissing her forehead in a rushed manner.

"Ok go. Go before I lose my nerve and lock you up in a tower!"

Emma jumped in the new car, starting it and driving off. Hermione waved vigorously towards the small blob of lime green before it turned and was suddenly out of sight.

Hermione laughed at herself as she became teary eyed and turned to Draco and said, "This sucks"

Draco laughed at her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her back inside.

"Now about this matter of you moving in with me," Hermione pulled away from Draco at once.

"Are you serious about this?" Hermione asked in a quiet voice as she walked ahead of him up the flights of stairs in search of her study.

"That would certainly explain why I keep asking," Draco commented as they walked into the tower study which was to his dismay covered in deep reds and bright gold's.

"Being rude when you're trying to get me do something..." Hermione placed the book she had been looking at back on the shelf and concluded with a smirk "...can you tell me how that works for you?"

Malfoy toyed with the book she had touched, "Greek mythology I know this! Wasn't there some guy who ate his kids?"

Hermione nodded numbly, Draco continued, "I always wanted to ask if they tasted just like chicken."

At this comment Hermione couldn't help but give him an odd look, "How pleasant. You think about this often? Remind me never to let you near a nursery"

Draco caught her off guard pulling her on a couch by the fire. Both landed in the most compromising position. Hermione looked up at him outraged at his actions but was quickly hushed with a soft sweet kiss. Her resolve was beginning to bend and soften as he moved his mouth over her neck; planted soft kisses as he went.

"I'm afraid," Hermione said faintly.

Draco pulled up looking at her with curious silver eyes, "I thought Gryffindors were never scared." he said softly.

"I'm not scared!" Hermione snapped entwining her fingers with his. "Are you serious about this?"

Draco smiled lightly, kissed her nose and said, "Of course, love. There are few things I've ever been surer of."

"Ok, I'll do it." Hermione whispered.

Draco eyes light up like a Christmas tree, as he pulled her and himself to their feet.

"Really?"

Hermione was simply bewitched by his childlike happiness.

"Of course, why would I say so if I didn't mean it?"

Draco grinned and started to, wordlessly, spin Hermione into a crazy joy filled dance. Hermione couldn't help but laugh and dance along.

This was where she belonged. She thought carelessly. She'd given up and now she'd live her life under life's rules. She wouldn't try to fix or control anything. She'd just go along for the ride and, with Draco; she knew the ride would be well worth the wait.

I'm so sad. I had to push myself to finish this chapie and the story. Well that was it the last. I've finished my first story. Short but I'm fairly happy with it. I'm sorry if Hermione seems cold in the beginning of this chapter. My brother got arrested I went into blank mode. Though I do hope it hasn't impaired my writing. I won't be writing anymore Harry Potter until I've finished my only Star wars fic. So I'll be gone for a while. But when I come back I'll try to get my other Dramione started but if I can't really get it I'm start on my Lily/James fic to let out my funny.

Well thank you everyone for all the reviews this has been great.

Forever yours Elaina