Pool Party

After Ron and Hermione's little episode by the poolside, the two of them came back outside from the house walking hand in hand. They both had huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once Ginny and Harry spotted them they scurried over to them, both wearing concerned looks.

"Are you two okay? Have you patched everything up?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, everyone thought that this was going to be an official breakup. Hermione looked ready to kill anything that moved and Ron . . .well Ron looked surprised as usual," Ginny said laughing. Hermione laughed also.

"No, no you know we always make up in the end. Our fights are never really that serious to begin with. I love Ron too much to stay mad at him," Hermione grinned. "Even if we did breakup, I don't think I could stand being away from him just because I love him so much," Ron's ears and cheeks flushed scarlet and Hermione giggled. The two of them had been rather open with their public displays of affection lately and neither one seemed to mind. In fact they had grown so used to it, that they did it every chance they had.

"I'm glad that everything is all right. Now we can carry on! Anyone want a butterbeer?" Harry asked, reaching into the cauldron filled with ice beside him and pulling one out.

"Oh, yes please," Ginny said delightedly. Harry handed her a bottle.

"I'll take a cold one," Ron said. Harry reached in and brought out another bottle and handed it to Ron. "Want one, 'Mione? They're really cold and refreshing." Ron opened his bottle with a hard tug, and cool mist came floating out of the top.

"No thanks. I think I might be coming down with something. My throat seems to be sore," Hermione said, wincing slightly as she talked while rubbing her neck.

"Well, that's because you've been shouting you're bloody brains out, Granger," A lazy voice drawled. The four of them turned sharply and saw none other than their most hated enemy, Draco Malfoy. His hips were leaning up against the chain link fence, arms crossed and gray eyes narrowed. Everyone in the pool stopped once again to face Draco, all eyes glaring at him. By that time, the sixth song on the disc began playing, and Angelina, Katie and Alicia stepped up to the plate.

Angelina: I'm busy talkin' to this guy, when I see out of the corner of my eye

Katie: Look who's here, how you doin'. Why don't you tell me who let you in

Alicia: We don't care if you think our party's cool, cause we do

Angelina: We don't care, if you have more fun in Sunday school

Katie: Who invited you

All: Who invited you, who invited you

Alicia: What do I have to do, to get rid of you

All: Who invited you

Angelina: You say you're everyone's best friend

Katie: But last night you made fun of all them

Alicia: You never told me not to tell

Angelina: You trusted me but you don't know me that well

While the three of them were singing, Draco cocked one eyebrow and gave them a look that plainly said "what the hell are you doing".

Ginny leaned into Harry, Ron and Hermione and whispered, "Can someone please explain to me why that bastard is leaning up against that fence? In our front yard of all places?"

"That's what I want to know. Malfoy would never show up on his own like this. He must have a reason," Hermione said. Harry turned to look at her and saw her brow furrowed and could practically see the wheels spinning in her head, thinking.

Katie: Face it dude you can't beat me, in you're Charlie Brown shirt and cavariccis

Angelina: Baby you come up to my waist, you need a barstool to get up in my face

"How's you're throat, 'Mione?" Ron asked concerned.

"It's still a little sore but I'll make some hot tea tonight before I go to bed,"

"Why wait until tonight when I could make it better now?"

"How are you going to do that?" Hermione asked, giving him her famous what-do-you-have-up-you're-sleeve look. Ron smirked and leaned in and started giving her little soft kisses on her neck. Hermione giggled.

"Hey! Break it up you two. If you're going to do that, do it somewhere else. Like I said before it makes me sick just watching you." George said, breaking them apart. Finally, the song ended and Malfoy didn't look the least bit affected.

"Well, you heard them Malfoy. Who invited you?" Harry asked angrily.

"No one did, Potter. Besides even if I was invited, which I'm certain I wouldn't be, it would be none of you're business anyway," Draco said.

"Like hell it wouldn't be our business! If you show up on our doorstep-" Ginny started heatedly.

"Oh believe me, Weasley. Pigs would fly and hell would freeze over before I would show up on . . . your doorstep," Malfoy said with great disgust.

Ginny continued. "If you show up without a reason as to why you're here, it is so our business," Draco rolled his eyes and quickly reached in his pocket for his wand. He brought it out and thrust its tip at Ginny's chest. Ginny, however, was unfazed and gave him a death glare so powerful and chilling that it made even Draco shiver a bit. At this moment Harry, Ron, Fred, and George surrounded all sides of Malfoy.

"You do have a reason, don't you?" Ron asked.

"No shit, Captain Obvious," Malfoy said, not taking his eyes off Ginny. "If you must know, my Father and I are here on a business trip. He's in one of the little Muggle shops down the road,"

"And why would Lucius Malfoy be in a Muggle shop? Everyone knows that he despises them," George asked.

"Because apparently the back of the shop is full of Wizard material that I was not allowed in. I decided to take a walk up the road, and what do I hear? Music and lots of yelling. I investigated further and found it to be the Mudblood and the Weasle having another fight. I figured I might as well stick around to watch and have a little fun afterwards," Malfoy said, pushing the wand tip further into Ginny's chest. Fred, seeing this, intervened.

"You'd better get the hell out of here, Malfoy," He warned.

"And what will you do if I don't?" Malfoy hissed menacingly, his and Ginny's eyes still locked. George and Fred were the only two with wands at the poolside, so they took them out, George's tip pointing at Malfoy's right temple, Fred's pointing at Malfoy's left one.

"We know a whole lot more spells than you do and we're the only ones allowed to do heavy magic. So, like Fred said, leave before we hex you to hell," George growled. Malfoy stood, wand tip still pointed at Ginny's heart, contemplating. After about a minute, his lip curled with disgust and abruptly pulled his wand away. He backed away from them, scowling at everyone within the vicinity.

"This isn't over, Potter. Just wait until school starts. You'll meet your fate soon enough," Draco glanced at Ginny. "You got lucky, Weasle, because I was looking forward to hexing someone today," he turned back to Harry. "Remember, Potter. It's. Not. Over." Malfoy said, and with a final glare, he turned, and swaggered away back down the road.