A/N
I've slowly been distinguishing rubbish from valuables after moving (again) and came across an old school book with requests in it!
However, this one didn't say who it was from, just that they liked Pulling Pigtails, and asked that I do an in-school Draco/Ron fic.
I'd like to apologize to whomever it was that asked me to do this! I can't even remember how long ago it was – I don't even know if it were a one-shot or not.
Well, better late than never, and as an extra apology, I've decided to do this up as a small ficlet. Please enjoy!

Just Remember, I hate you
Chapter One: My Sandwiches

I groan more than necessary.
'Oh, stop it, Ron,' Hermione frowns, 'No one is liking the idea of being paired up as we are.'
'But 'Mione! I'm going to die!' I shove potato gems into my mouth slowly.
'Don't exaggerate – at least with Malfoy, you won't fail – oh Harry! Sorry!'
We both give our famous friend an apologetic look – he had the luck to be paired up with Goyle.
'Here mate,' I say, pulling a bowl of sweets away from Ginny and push it towards him, 'It'll make you feel better – promise,' the girls raise their eyebrows and fold their arms across their chests.
'Thanks,' Harry responds, taking one and handing the bowl back to my blushing sister.
She's obsessed! I roll my eyes.
'You should go to see Malfoy, Ron,' Hermione butters a piece of toast, 'I don't think he knows you're partners yet – as far as I know, he's still sick in the hospital wing.'
'Poor ferret,' I share a grin with Harry and stand, grabbing my bag and a stack of sandwiches, 'I'll see you guys later then – if I survive,' I sigh gloomily.
'Good luck,' sympathizes Harry and Hermione rolls her eyes.

I take my time walking the corridors to the hospital and take a deep breath to psych myself up at the door.
Madam Pomfrey gives me a strange look when I ask for Malfoy, but directs me to a bed at the back anyway.
Now, I in any other situation, I wouldn't say this, but seeing Malfoy really uplifted my mood; he looks awful.
Paler than usual, and his face is sullen and hair limp, he stares out the window into the grounds. I smirk until he takes a heaving breath and chokes on a spluttering cougth.
I freeze – he would be contagious! I stand a foot away from the bed and he turns his gaze on me – even his eyes are pale, like a mist of cloud filled them.
'Just what I needed,' he manages a smirk, 'are you going to do some tricks for me?' I glare at him.
'Nooo,' the blonde rolls his eyes at my whiney tone, 'Actually here to tell you, Snape paired us up for Potions,' the snake sticks a finger in his ear and frowns at me.
'I'm sick Weasel, not deaf – so stop yelling and come closer,' he points at a chair and I blush, taking the seat and he sighs.
'So, we've gotta write an essay on a potion of our choice and its effects – then make it and finish the essay on how our potion performed according to what it's supposed to do.'
'Huh?' I blink at Malfoy who was staring out the window again, he glances at me as I open my mouth, confused, 'It's a follow on joke … never mind,' he rolls his eyes, coughs and looks out the window again.
'Oh… ha ha?' I frown. Malfoy must really be sick if he's trying to tell a joke to me, which didn't involve patronising me… and I'm a little surprised he isn't dizzy from rolling his eyes all the time. 'So, what potion do you wanna do?' I ask, pulling out my sandwiches.
'Something complicated – and fun,' he eyes my food.
'Like wha – hey!' he snatches one half of my food, and quickly presses a finger to his lips and gives me a stern look, before glaring at the nurse's quarters.
'All Pomfrey's given me, is dry bread and water,' he whispers hotly, and then proceeds to (very uncharacteristically) shove the thing into his mouth. He struggles to swallow and takes a deep breath, 'How about a love potion?' he suggests, looking for the nurse, he takes the last half of my sandwich and I pout, throwing the paper I wrapped it in at his head, 'just a small, weak one – do you have any more?' I shake my head.
'You know Snape will never let us do one – they're banned from school.'
'Don't sound like Granger now,' silver eyes roll, 'Snape will let us if it's a weak one – there are different recipes – and if we don't keep or sell any excess potion, we'll be able to do it – probably have to sign an agreement form or something.'
'I sooo don't want to know how you know this,' I wrinkle my nose, imagining Malfoy slipping unsuspecting girls love potions in their morning pumpkin juice and then having his way with them and I shudder.
'Don't be perverted,' the Slytherin glares, 'I've never made one, but if you paid any attention in class, you'd know Snape mentioned that there were several different recipes.'
'Oh…' I sigh, 'so how do you wanna do this?'
The blonde runs a hand through his hair, 'I can't believe I'm saying this – but you'll have to make the potion – Pomfrey reckons I'll be here for at least another week and Snape will want everyone to start right away, so we don't have any other choice – I'll take the potion and write the essay,' the snake coughs.
'Right… you do know I'm hopeless with potions and I could kill you?' I frown at him.
'I know, we'll just have to be careful – I'll pick out a recipe that a Troll could cook up.' I glare at the blonde.
'Right,' I stand and rub some feeling back into my ass from sitting in the stiff chair, 'Well, this went better than I thought.'
Malfoy smirks, 'Pansy came in earlier and told me we wear partnered up – so I was prepared,' then the pale boy held out his hand, 'give me your Potion's book, some parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill – I'll get started tonight,' I hand over the items and throw my bag over my shoulder, 'Come back tomorrow, and we can probably get started on the potion.'
'Sure.'

I leave without saying goodbye; just 'cause the ferret and I are working on this together – it doesn't mean we have to be friendly.

A/N
Well, I hope that was a good enough start for everyone! Please leave a review to tell me your thoughts, and I'll try to get another chapter up soon!
Mister Jackkkk. =D