Know Your Place
Warning: Contains Slash (boyXboy, yaoi, homosexuality)
-A story about Ron and Draco, about their lives, and the reason they come together. Just your ordinary Ron/Draco fic (with a little twist).
-Ron and Draco are sick of their own lives. All they can think of is their own problems. But when they come together and tell them to each other, they see the positive things in their own lives.
"Ron! Don't complain, just wear these! When you're older, you'll get new ones!"
"Draco, how many times do I have to tell you? That vase is worth more than you, you know!"
"Stop fussing about the owl, Ron! Be glad you have one at all!"
"Stop crying, Draco! A Malfoy never cries!"
"Remember, you must share with your brothers and sister!"
"Remember, Malfoy's never care about anyone that are not purebloods!"
"Your brothers are older than you, they get to have the top priority. When you are older, you get to have that as well."
"You must listen to me, for I am the boss in the house. Violate my rules and be punished."
"Know your place, Ron."
"Know your place, Draco."
*Ron*
Ron was sweating all over. They had to get all the bags into the car, for they were going to Platform 9 ¾. Ron thought it was bleeding hot. The sun was shining, and he was forced to wear a sweater ("It can be quite cold, y'know!"). It was annoying being with such a large family. His mother only thought about the bad things they could do. Always afraid, never leaving them out of her sight. It was haunting. They had gotten in the car, and drove over to the station. Percy went in first, the twins next. Ron and Ginny followed suit.
Ron had remembered how it was with buying the books. He got rather tattered ones. Poor Ginny, he felt sorry for her. As the youngest, she must be having a rough time. He grinned. Maybe that's why she fell for Harry. Harry's quite rich, thanks to his folks. Guess keeping your parents makes you pour, and losing them makes you rich.
It was then his eyes fell on a certain blond-haired, pale-faced boy. Draco Malfoy. Off course, he got to keep his parents and the riches. He hated the slimy little git. Always got what he wanted, never mind the expense, acting like he's all high and mighty and loving it too. All the friends he has just swarm around him like flies. He was stuck with the poorness, being in Harry's shadow all the time, an easy target for a bully like him. What a life.
*Draco*
Draco was freezing in his silk shirt. It was so that Malfoy's had to dress properly, not comfortably. His father had yelled at him again at breakfast. He was angry that he didn't arrive one time. He was angry his report marks aren't as good as that mud blood Grainger. I can never do anything right. Everything must be perfect. Shopping was dull as usual. The servants just went to get them, and Draco was stuck with his father, who kept insulting him for one and another. He remembered how he met Harry Potter in that one shop. Perfect angelic Potter. The savior of the day. He got all the luck, others get left behind. And then his friends. The all so smart mud blood and the ever so loyal pauper Weasley.
Draco then saw Weasley at the train station, looking smug in his sweater. Draco fumed. His mother would never make a sweater for him. He couldn't stand Weasley. He got all the family love a boy could wish for. He had brothers and a sister to keep him company. His mother worries about him all the time. His own parents wouldn't care if he drove a flying car to Hogwarts. Ron is extremely loyal towards Harry. Malfoy doesn't have a friend who would give his or her life for him.
Malfoy doesn't receive love at the Malfoy mansion. He is a loner, and hated the ones who were best friends. What a life.
*Ron*
They got on the train. Ron stuffed the measly sandwiches in my pocket. (Hey, Weasley, measly! Great, hope Draco doesn't find out!) Harry ordered more chocolate frogs. Ron love them. People think it's just and ordinary addiction, but he had a different reason for eating them. Chocolate makes you feel good. It makes you a bit warm on the inside, and happier as well.
And Ron needs to be happy. Ron needs to help Harry, for trouble always comes looking for him. And Hermoine will always have something smart to talk about, which Ron can't stand. But he's a true blue friend, he will be there anyway. He ate the chocolate, which as usual had his favorite taste. Hermoine made a comment by saying he had dropped some chocolate on his sweater. Who cares, he could always wipe it off.
*Draco*
Draco got on the train as well. Draco was relieved. Finally, a few months without his annoying mother and father. Draco rubbed his arm. His father had hit him there a while ago. It still hurt. Crabbe and Goyle were doing something stupid, as usual. He never paid attention to them. Then, he saw the cart with goodies wheel by. Draco looked at the yummy chocolate frogs that lay on the cart. How he wished he could buy some! It wasn't about the money, he could easily afford them. He had to watch his figure.
He didn't know why, but his family freaked if he ate something unhealthy. He had to look good. He had to look pretty. Clean clothes, clean shoes, brush your teeth, comb your hair, sit up straight. This bothered him a lot. In spite of all this, he bought a chocolate frog anyway. He knew he would probably get smacked for this at home (his father always finds out), but he didn't care. This was worth it.
-Hey all! This is NJ! Not much on the first chapter, I admit. But I'll try to write the next one real soon! Please review me! And flames will be hunted down and destroyed, thank you.
Warning: Contains Slash (boyXboy, yaoi, homosexuality)
-A story about Ron and Draco, about their lives, and the reason they come together. Just your ordinary Ron/Draco fic (with a little twist).
-Ron and Draco are sick of their own lives. All they can think of is their own problems. But when they come together and tell them to each other, they see the positive things in their own lives.
"Ron! Don't complain, just wear these! When you're older, you'll get new ones!"
"Draco, how many times do I have to tell you? That vase is worth more than you, you know!"
"Stop fussing about the owl, Ron! Be glad you have one at all!"
"Stop crying, Draco! A Malfoy never cries!"
"Remember, you must share with your brothers and sister!"
"Remember, Malfoy's never care about anyone that are not purebloods!"
"Your brothers are older than you, they get to have the top priority. When you are older, you get to have that as well."
"You must listen to me, for I am the boss in the house. Violate my rules and be punished."
"Know your place, Ron."
"Know your place, Draco."
*Ron*
Ron was sweating all over. They had to get all the bags into the car, for they were going to Platform 9 ¾. Ron thought it was bleeding hot. The sun was shining, and he was forced to wear a sweater ("It can be quite cold, y'know!"). It was annoying being with such a large family. His mother only thought about the bad things they could do. Always afraid, never leaving them out of her sight. It was haunting. They had gotten in the car, and drove over to the station. Percy went in first, the twins next. Ron and Ginny followed suit.
Ron had remembered how it was with buying the books. He got rather tattered ones. Poor Ginny, he felt sorry for her. As the youngest, she must be having a rough time. He grinned. Maybe that's why she fell for Harry. Harry's quite rich, thanks to his folks. Guess keeping your parents makes you pour, and losing them makes you rich.
It was then his eyes fell on a certain blond-haired, pale-faced boy. Draco Malfoy. Off course, he got to keep his parents and the riches. He hated the slimy little git. Always got what he wanted, never mind the expense, acting like he's all high and mighty and loving it too. All the friends he has just swarm around him like flies. He was stuck with the poorness, being in Harry's shadow all the time, an easy target for a bully like him. What a life.
*Draco*
Draco was freezing in his silk shirt. It was so that Malfoy's had to dress properly, not comfortably. His father had yelled at him again at breakfast. He was angry that he didn't arrive one time. He was angry his report marks aren't as good as that mud blood Grainger. I can never do anything right. Everything must be perfect. Shopping was dull as usual. The servants just went to get them, and Draco was stuck with his father, who kept insulting him for one and another. He remembered how he met Harry Potter in that one shop. Perfect angelic Potter. The savior of the day. He got all the luck, others get left behind. And then his friends. The all so smart mud blood and the ever so loyal pauper Weasley.
Draco then saw Weasley at the train station, looking smug in his sweater. Draco fumed. His mother would never make a sweater for him. He couldn't stand Weasley. He got all the family love a boy could wish for. He had brothers and a sister to keep him company. His mother worries about him all the time. His own parents wouldn't care if he drove a flying car to Hogwarts. Ron is extremely loyal towards Harry. Malfoy doesn't have a friend who would give his or her life for him.
Malfoy doesn't receive love at the Malfoy mansion. He is a loner, and hated the ones who were best friends. What a life.
*Ron*
They got on the train. Ron stuffed the measly sandwiches in my pocket. (Hey, Weasley, measly! Great, hope Draco doesn't find out!) Harry ordered more chocolate frogs. Ron love them. People think it's just and ordinary addiction, but he had a different reason for eating them. Chocolate makes you feel good. It makes you a bit warm on the inside, and happier as well.
And Ron needs to be happy. Ron needs to help Harry, for trouble always comes looking for him. And Hermoine will always have something smart to talk about, which Ron can't stand. But he's a true blue friend, he will be there anyway. He ate the chocolate, which as usual had his favorite taste. Hermoine made a comment by saying he had dropped some chocolate on his sweater. Who cares, he could always wipe it off.
*Draco*
Draco got on the train as well. Draco was relieved. Finally, a few months without his annoying mother and father. Draco rubbed his arm. His father had hit him there a while ago. It still hurt. Crabbe and Goyle were doing something stupid, as usual. He never paid attention to them. Then, he saw the cart with goodies wheel by. Draco looked at the yummy chocolate frogs that lay on the cart. How he wished he could buy some! It wasn't about the money, he could easily afford them. He had to watch his figure.
He didn't know why, but his family freaked if he ate something unhealthy. He had to look good. He had to look pretty. Clean clothes, clean shoes, brush your teeth, comb your hair, sit up straight. This bothered him a lot. In spite of all this, he bought a chocolate frog anyway. He knew he would probably get smacked for this at home (his father always finds out), but he didn't care. This was worth it.
-Hey all! This is NJ! Not much on the first chapter, I admit. But I'll try to write the next one real soon! Please review me! And flames will be hunted down and destroyed, thank you.
