I do not own Harry Potter. Never have; never will.

Ron sat on a sofa that was near the fireplace in The Burrow. Today, Ron had the flu. Harry and Hermione had been with him and Hermione had given the announcement that Ron was sick. The rest of Ron's family was in Egypt to visit his brothers. Hermione sent Hedwig to them with a letter telling them that Ron was sick but that they would take care of him. "Are you done thinkin' yet?" Ron asked Harry. They were playing a game of Wizard's Chess and Harry couldn't move any piece without losing it.

"Almost," Harry replied. Ron went back to his thoughts, seeing how Harry was going to be thinking for a while. Ron went to thinking about how Harry and Hermione had become a couple and how he and Draco had done the same. Ron missed Draco during their vacation.

"Ron!" Hermione called. Harry and Ron got up and went into the kitchen where Hermione was cooking lunch.

"Yeah?" Ron asked as he sniffled.

"An owl is here for you," Hermione said. Ron walked towards it and saw that it held a box wrapped bright blue wrapping paper with a dark blue bow on it. The bow had little hole poked in it though. The owl was a dark brown one that Ron had never seen before. Ron took the box and the owl flew away. Ron carefully unwrapped it and opened the box. Inside was a bunch of even lighter blue tissue paper and in the middle was a card and small dragon, it could fit in the palm of your hand.

"How do you know that it's for me?" Ron asked as he picked up the card and opened the envelope.

"Well, I tried to get the package but the owl tried to bite me," Hermione said. Ron began to read the letter.

Dear Ron,

I hope that you feel better soon. Who else would I fuck in the Prefects Dorm and Bath? Get well, and I mean it. This little dragon's name is…well; he doesn't have one. I got him and thought of you; both of you are full of mystery…anyway, his emotions depend on yours. Name him and take good care of him for me. He won't grow any bigger even though he is a newborn. Tell Potter I said rot in pieces, same for that mudblood Granger. I'll see you soon.

Love,

Draco Malfoy

P.s. I plan on fucking you as soon as I see you on the train.

Ron looked at the dragon and saw that it's scales were a black color but they reflected the light and showed different colors. Its medium sized eyes were a deep purple color. It had short claws and looked are Ron.

"What does the letter say?" Harry asked. Ron passed it to him and he took the small dragon out of the box. It squeaked at first but then it became accustomed to Ron and saw that he wasn't going to hurt him. He pet it and it growled lovingly and leaned into the pets.

"I'll call him Midnight," Ron said as the dragon climbed onto his shoulder. It spread out its wings. They were black with dark purple scales on the underside.

"Well, at least we know that Malfoy cares for you Ron, but how does he know that you are sick?" Harry said. Ron shrugged.

"Which means that you don't have any reasons to fight Malfoy," Hermione said.

"Unless he hurts Ron," Harry said. Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron went back into the living room with Midnight and Harry.

"Are you done thinking yet?" Ron asked when he sat back down on the sofa.

"Yeah, and I lose everywhere I move," Harry said. "So, you win…again."

"And it only took you…one…two…three hours to figure that out."

"Stuff it."

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