Title: Oxy Moron's

Pairing: Ron/Draco, slight Harry/Ron

Summary: Evidently, Ron thinks Draco has it in for him.

A/N: So, Piksi and I are sitting around (On line even) and I decide, hey, why not write a joint story? So here it is. And, because I rock, I get first dibs on first chapter.

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-1- One for the money, two for the show...

By Angel Reid

Evidently, Ron thinks Draco has it in for him.

It's seventh year, and apart from the fact that the war is over, nothing has changed. And yet, everything's changed, because Harry's gone. Dead. Deceased. There was only so many ways to say it. If he had one of those muggle-what were they called? The-soris? Thesoris? Thesaurus. That was it. If he had one of those, he could tell you them all.

In an ideal world, things would have gone differently.

If it had been a novel, Harry would have triumphed with head held high and banners flying. Trumpets would have blared; people would be cheering in the streets, showing Harry thanks and praise, and all the good things in life would be Harry's.

Instead, Harry has nothing, and Ron thinks that Draco has it in for him.

There is, of course, a reason for this. Draco has been trying his hardest to be nice to Ron. Ever since Hermione's release from the hospital, back into the real world, the muggle world, he had. And Ron found it odd, because hadn't he hated Draco before?

"You look lonely. A gallon for your thoughts, Ron."

Ron hates it when Seamus and Dean sneak up on him. They remind him of late nights early sixth year, before the darkness, before the pain. Before Harry was gone; Harry, Harry, quite the contrary, now Ron's not merry...

He hates rhythms. Good Merlin, how he hates them. They're so childish, and Ron just isn't anymore. He hasn't been for some time; since the war started, and now that it's over, he doesn't know what he's about to do after graduation.

"I think Draco has it in for me."

Seamus looks at Dean, who's fighting a smile, and Ron knows, then, that they too have it out for him. 'Everyone's got it out for me,' he thinks, 'and I don't even know why.' Seamus smiles, and Dean smiles, and Ron frowns, because he doesn't want to smile, he isn't in the mood. Dean's smile falters first; because while Seamus can be oblivious, Dean is smart.

"Why would you think that?"

Seamus' question is, in all reality, stupid. Why would he think that? Ron almost snorts at the sheer stupidity of the question. Why wouldn't he think that, now, that would have been a good question.

"He's being nice to me."

In his mind, it hadn't sounded so ridiculous. It made sense. Draco was being nice, which meant he must want something, because Draco Malfoy had never before been kind in the slightest to Ronald Weasley.

Apparently, it made little to no sense to the others; as Seamus stared at him and Dean shook his head, mirth obvious.

"You're nuts, mate. If someone has it out for you, normally they don't try to make you're life better." Ron knows this; he doesn't need Seamus to point it out to him.

"Yeah, well...maybe he's crazy. He never liked me before." Dean nodded, and Ron could almost hear his voice, laughing at his idiotic logic.

"Of course, Ron, that's it." The dark skinned teen stated, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder, "He must hate you. Well, we're off to potions, you can come along if you like. See you, mate." Both teens left, chuckling under their breath at Ron, and the red haired teen mutters to himself before turning his gaze to Draco.

He just knew the other teen had it in for him. If only he could prove it.

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A/N: I feel awful, and this fic reflects it. I need to cheer up.