Story!

Here is story my friend and I are writing. (The first part, anyway.) To preserve her privacy, the names have been changed to Harry Potter characters. Purple is written by me, green is written by her.

"Hear hear!" she said as she raised her glass of ale high above her head.

Lavender then whacked the glass out of her hand, because Hermione's much too young to be drinking and Ron's looking.

You know what? In Europe kids drink all the time...and let the boys look I say! Let them look (she said with a devious grin)

As she and Ron begin snogging fiercely and passionately

And then Hermione gently pushed Ron away saying with tears in her eyes, "No, Ron. It would never work. I.."
"Shh" Ron hushed as he brushed the tear drops from her rosy cheeks. "I'm in love with you, Hermione." Then he leaned in for the kiss of the century, right in front of Draco Malfoy, breaking his heart.

When said kiss had finally ended, (a while after Malfoy had stormed out of the building, miserable and furious) Ron and Hermione glanced over at Ginny, who looked a little startled, but gave them a smile. She raised her eyebrow at Ron, who had gotten on one knee

"Darling," Ron whispered, "I can't imagine me without you in my life. You complete me, I...I'm not sure I can make it without you. I love you, and I'm sure we're meant to be together. Hermione, would you become Mrs. Ron Weasley?" A radiant smile spread across Hermione's face. She giggled and accepted the beautiful ring presented before her. Ron threw his head back with laughter and picked up Hermione into his arms and around and around they spun kissing wildly. Malfoy, watching all this through the window, gasped and nearly choked on his own breath "This can't happen!" he thought, "I won't let the love of my life float away from me like this! I'm putting a stop to this!" and he stormed inside...

Mr. and (soon to be) Mrs. Weasley walked out of the building, hands held tightly together, their fingers entwined. Seeing that Hermione was shivering in the cold March air, Ron draped his coat over her shoulders. Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off him, and once she missed a step and started to fall into the deserted, but wet, street. Ron, not missing a beat, caught her in his strong arms and brought her up for a kiss. Both Ron and Hermione had never been happier. A certain Draco Malfoy, however, couldn't say the same of himself.

As Ron and Hermione were tongue tied (literally) Mr. Malfoy hatched an evil scheme in his mind. Evil...yet delicious at the same time. As soon as Hermione and Ron took a break to come up for air, Malfoy swooped upon the lady, and stole her right out from under Ron's embrace. Hermione screamed for her darling Ron, but to no avail. Malfoy had shoved her in the front seat of his Buic and was speeding down the street. Ron, seeing all this, tore his shirt in agony and vowed to get Hermione back.

Still shirtless, Ron ran after the car, his anger and love for Hermione proving more effective energy than gasoline. Hermione, meanwhile, was screaming for her darling Ron. Tears streaming down her livid face, she turned on Malfoy, who was staring at her. "Let me go!" she demanded. "No," he answered "you must come with me. I'll never let him have you. You're mine." Hermione shrieked and started pounding on the door and windows furiously. She managed to break the glass, but not enough to escape. It was enough, however, to cut her hand. When she was about to give up, a miracle happened. A police car zoomed past them and turned rapidly to cut them off. Malfoy's car slammed right into the driver's seat. Hermione screamed; the driver's seat had been crushed by the impact. The driver was surely dead. Then, all of a sudden, a shirtless Ron stepped out of the passenger seat. He walked slowly toward the now broken car that Hermione and Malfoy were in.

The whirl of police sirens filled the air, and as Hermione looked around her and surveyed the scene, a wave of panic swept over her. This would definitely not look good to the authorities. She looked up at Ron, terror on her face. He seemed oblivious to her obvious worry. Instead, he was focusing on her bloody hand. Remembering the wound, Hermione's hand suddenly swelled with pain, and she gasped at the jagged cut. Ron took what was left of his shredded shirt and wrapped it around her hand, then lifted her out of the car (Hermione couldn't help but notice how fantastic his abs looked) All of a sudden a hoarse voiced commanded "Put. Her. Down." Ron with Hermione in his arms whirled around to face a bloody and bruised Draco Malfoy who had staggered out of the car. Hermione tightened her grip around Ron's neck as he stiffened where he stood...

He tenderly put Hermione down and wrapped her hand. "I'll be right back. Don't watch." He kissed her lightly and stood up. Ron walked over to Malfoy. He looked him straight in the eye and said "Yes?"
Malfoy's face contorted with rage. "You stole my Hermione. You wrecked my car. I kill you." And with that, Malfoy clenched his hand into a fist and swung with the power of a gorilla and... He missed. Ron had ducked and now...

Came up with the force of a thousand freight trains and hit Jesse square in the jaw. Jesse groaned, and fell to the ground unconscious, yet still alive. When Hermione dared to open her eyes, she was confronted with a horrible sight. Blood poured from Malfoy's mouth, two entirely wrecked cars sat steaming and pouring gasoline, and 2 police cars were racing at them from down the street. But before she had time to take it all in, Ron had again taken her into his arms and was in fact running towards the police sirens. As they screeched to a halt, Ron, panting said, "Officer, a certain Draco Malfoy has attempted to kidnap this young woman. I've rescued her from his clutches, but unfortunately, he was involved in a violent accident. I believe he was hurt. You might want to check out the situation." Then, he and Hermione began walking away towards a nearby medical center...

Ron carried Hermione to the medical center. The staff were surprised to see Ron carrying Hermione and Hermione conscious. Ron strode to the front desk, saying "This lady was kidnapped and when she was trying to escape, she cut her hand really badly." He showed them her hand, careful to hold it tenderly so as to not hurt her. When he put the hand back, he kept holding on.