I was woken on the first of March by Hermione noisily throwing open my bedside drapes.

"Happy birthday, Ronnie!"

"Is it?" I yawned, rolling over grumpily.

I sat up after something small and vaguely soft was thrown at my fucking head.

"Have a present and quit moping." Hermione sniped. "It's your seventeenth birthday and it's a Saturday!"

I moodily sat up rubbing my head where fucking Hermione nearly killed me.

She returned to her own bed opening up a school book to read at her leisure. Her swotiness irritated me beyond belief.

"Cheers, Hermione," I said dully as I unwrapped a pair of fucking ugly Quidditch gloves.

That woman had no bloody idea about what constituted a decent pair of gloves. I was going to be the fucking embarrassment of the team. Again.

I spied a pile of presents at the end of my bed and decided I may as well open them and see what crap my parents had deemed to gift me this year.

The only half decent present I received was a box of Chocolate Cauldrons, which had somehow fallen to the floor between mine and Hermione's beds.

"Want one?" I offered quietly, hoping she wouldn't hear as I stuffed one after the other in my depressed gob.

"No," she said airily, barely looking up from her fucking book. "I'm watching my weight."

Screw that shit, I thought, stuffing yet another chocolate into my mouth. If Draco didn't want me then what was the point?

Hermione started prattling on about the book she was reading and so I nodded every now and then, pretending I was listening.

But strangely, my thoughts started drifting to a certain boy.

I couldn't stop thinking about his face and how much I wanted to kiss him.

I suddenly felt hugely depressed, because if I didn't have him right now, then I felt like I would surely die.

"Are you going to get dressed?" Hermione asked.

I blinked up at her confused; she was already in her robes. I had been too lost in my thoughts about him to even notice that she had gone off to get ready.

"What for?" I said stupidly, wondering why I would bother without him by my side.

"Breakfast, Ronnie -your favourite-"

"I'm not hungry," I said morosely.

"Well you have just eaten half a box of Chocolate Cauldrons," she said haughtily.

"It's not that," I sighed. "You... you wouldn't understand."

"Fair enough," Hermione said, turning for the door.

"I can't stop thinking about him!" I said suddenly, needing to desperately share my feelings with someone. "I don't think he knows I exist."

"Who are you talking about?" Hermione asked, looking at me incredulously.

"Vincent Crabbe," I sighed softly, feeling as though I had been hit by a ray of the purest sunlight just by saying his name.

Hermione stared at me for almost a whole minute, before she said, "This is a joke, right? You're joking?"

"I think... Hermione, I think I love him," I confessed, not being able to hold it in any longer.

"Where did you get those Chocolate Cauldrons?" She asked, accusation dripping from her voice.

"They were a birthday present!" I shouted. "I offered you one, didn't I?"

Her eyes roamed back to the half empty box and then widened in horror.

"SHIT!" She shouted. "They were mine! Crabbe sent them to me for Valentine's Day, he must have spiked them with a love potion! I thought it was strange at the time!"

But all I heard her say was his name. His beautiful name.

"Crabbe?" I gasped. "Did you say Crabbe? Hermione - do you know him? Can you introduce me?"

She nodded, and I didn't hesitate to throw on my robes over my pyjamas. Sod getting dressed properly - I couldn't waste any more time away from him.

Harry met us in the common room as Hermione quickly whispered something in his ear.

He frowned, grabbing my arm.

"I'll take you to Crabbe." He said sternly, and I found myself feeling touched by his eagerness.

I was practically skipping as he led me through the hallways.

"I'm so happy you're happy for us!" I trilled. "It means so much that you respect my love!"

"Yeah sure, whatever." He mumbled, urging me to move faster.

We turned a corner, and my heart stilled.

For there he was. My beautiful prince. He must have known I was looking for him - like a soulmate thing.

"Ronnie - no!" Harry cried as I shrugged his hand off my arm, and went running towards Crabbe, who was headed in our direction.

And, pushing his companions aside, I jumped into the love of my life's arms.

*****

Draco couldn't help but feel the familiar tug of his heart as she rounded the corner ahead of them.

It was the same feeling he got every single fucking time he saw her.

Of course she was with fucking Potter.

The Chosen One.

He couldn't help but feel bitter that he alone wasn't enough for her. He wanted her so much, but he couldn't be with her if she was insisting on supporting Potter. Couldn't she understand that? Did she not realise what being the son of Lucius Malfoy meant for him?

He couldn't hide his surprise when she broke away from Potter and started pelting towards him, with an eagerness on her face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

What the fuck was she doing? He froze as his heart began to race in panic. He could feel Crabbe and Goyle look at him questioningly, wondering why he had stopped.

As she got closer, her robes billowed open in her haste, revealing her pyjamas. But she didn't seem to care, opening her arms out wide as though she was going to pounce on him with a hug.

And as much as he wanted her to, surely she wasn't going to do anything in front of Crabbe and Goyle? And Potter, come to that.

"Weasley, what-?"

He barely registered his shock when she barrelled him aside. It wasn't what he was expecting.

And he certainly wasn't expecting her to throw herself at Crabbe and greedily start to kiss his face.

What the fuck?

He looked at Crabbe in horror as the girl of his dreams clung onto his friend's heavyset body, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and looking at him in complete adoration.

"Love...potion..." Potter gasped breathlessly as he finally caught up to them, holding his side and struggling to breathe. "He spiked the chocolates he sent to Hermione!"

Draco's eyes followed Potter's finger as he pointed it furiously towards Crabbe, and relief flooded him in a way he could never describe.

"What the fuck were you doing sending a love potion to a Mudblood?!" Draco hissed, secretly glad that it had been intended for someone else.

"I dunno," Crabbe spluttered, trying to see past Weasley's over enthusiastic kisses upon his face. "She's fit."

Not being able to bear it any longer, Draco grabbed Weasley from around her waist and yanked her heavily away from Crabbe's body.

"GET OFF ME YOU CUNT!" She bellowed, kicking and screaming violently as she desperately tried to reach back towards Crabbe. "I LOVE HIM!"

"No you don't!" Draco yelled as he fought against her, trying desperately to restrain her thrashing limbs. "Help me out here, Potter!"

Eventually, between the both of them, they managed to wrestle her to Slughorn's office where Draco reluctantly left them to it.

"I can take it from here," Potter had spat, glaring at him as though he thought it were his fault that all this had happened in the first place.

Draco didn't argue, not wanting to be near that twat any longer than he had to.

But he hovered around the corridor, anyway.

And, when he heard the terrified shouts that came from within the office a bit later, he knew he had fucked up.

She had only gone and fucking drank that mead he had poisoned.

*****