It must be magic (Ron Weasly love story) part 2

"Bloody hell, Meadow, I'd praise you after that!" Ron said, laughing hysterically. We were working on homework together in the library, but we were in the very back corner table where we could talk at the same time.
"Honestly, I'd find it pretty funny myself," I said cooly,"I mean, Crabbe and Goyle connected on one body? They already have enough trouble trying to walk and breath at the same time!" Suddently, Harry came from around nearest bookself. Ron was surprise.
"Oh.. Hello Harry, you've met-"
"Meadow, yeah, I know. You told me about her, remember?" Harry said, handing him some books on what looked like Herbology. Ron's cheeks flushed.
I was confused. Ignoring the fact that Ron told Harry about me, I said,"Er, Harry? I didn't know you liked Herbology..."
"Oh, I don't, really." He said with a nervous expression on his face. "It's just... Hermione wanted me to look something up for a paper of hers, that's it." Then his expression faded to a more calm look.
"Oh, Okay, cool." I said, turing back to Ron."Anyways, Ron, as I was saying..." Then, Neville came flashing around the corner, panting.
"Harry... guys.. come and see this..." The three of us exchanged glaces, then followed Neville quickly out of the library. We followed him down the long corridor to have him stop behind the large tree that kept me and Lily shadey while we did our homework a few weeks ago. A few yards away, Draco Malfoy had his wand raised in the air, levitating something that looked disturbingly close to a person.
"Collin," Harry said behind me in a hushed whisper. "No way!" said Ron in surprise.
"Who?" I say, watching Malfoy make the small boy do flips, his bag falling and spilling everything all over the floor. The crowd around him laughed.
"Collin Creevy," Harry answered. "Third year, he's in Gryffindor."
"He's rather annoying, too." Ron sneered. Harry elbowed him. I turned and stared at both of them. "Well," I said strongly, "dont just stand there, go stick up for your house!"
"I'm in enough trouble already, I can't risk it really." Said Harry, looking rather mad at himself. I glanced at Ron.
"And you? What's your excuse?" I said, placing my fists on my hips.
"Well..." he started.
"Oh forget it!" I practically yelled, cutting him off. "I'll do it myself!"

I stomp over to the large cicle around Draco. I pull out my wand quickly and smoothly, point it at Draco's, and yell, "Expelliarmus!" His wand went flying out of his hand and landed a few inches from my feet. The Collin boy fell to the ground with a small thump. Everyone turned towards me in surprise, especially Draco.
"I should have know" He said, as though he expected all this, "A flithly, dirty-blooded Ravenclaw who's trying to be a hero, ha!" The Slytherins in the crowd laugh. So do some Hufflepuffs. I just sneered and shot back "You say 'filthy, dirty-blooded Ravenclaw' like its a bad thing!" More laughter, along with "oooos" , rise from the crowd.
"Crabbe, give me your wand." Draco says, holding out his hand to the side. That's when I notice Crabbe and Goyle have been standing behind him. Crabbe says, "Er--i don't think tha-"
"NOW!" Draco snaps back, interupting his sentence. Crabbe fumbles around trying to take his wand out of his cloak, but finally manages it, then gives it to Draco.
I keep my wand on him. He does the same to me. We stare at eachother for a moment, wands both at the ready, the crowd hushed.