A/N: This pairing to me is extremely different… It will start out like this: HP/RW and then it will be RW/DM AND HP/RW and then it may turn into HP/RW/DM. We'll see where this goes…
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling totally owns the characters. Plot is all mine.
The Ice Prince
Ronald Weasley's POV
It was the beginning of our seventh year at Hogwarts. This was meant to be the most exciting of all years. It was the year that you would really finally see who you are. The year that all things would change; when life would begin.
I boarded the train on a rainy day, Hermione and Harry close behind me. We hadn't said much this morning. Harry had been in a very foul mood seeing as this would be the year that he would probably have to face the Dark Lord and all that. It was easy to understand why he suddenly had a very dark outlook on life. We found an empty compartment and sat down, Harry picking the seat closest to the window and furthest away from us. Honestly, he always managed to put a damper on things.
I always felt guilty when I had thoughts like that. I mean, good Lord! The boy was doomed to die! I'm fairly certain if I were in the same position I'd be highly bitter about it myself. Of course that didn't mean I believed Harry would lose but at the same time he seemed to welcome death. He was always talking about how when the Dark Lord would come for him, he'd be ready. The bloke was far from ready in my opinion. Any time he got himself into a situation, he relied on us to get him out of it…
And still managed to make off with all of the credit…
Of course he would modestly say, "Oh. I couldn't have done it without my friends."
Which is the damn truth by the way! And then the girls would go wild.
"Oh! You're so noble Harry Potter! Let me snog you now!"
I rolled my eyes.
Jealous much? Why yes, I suppose I am. I felt my ears turn red as I glared down at my shoes.
I didn't want to be him though. I liked the way I looked and I fancied the fact that I could go outside any time and not have to duck Death Eaters. So what if the whole world knew his name? I didn't need that kind of a reputation.
The compartment door slid open and Draco Malfoy walked in. He was smirking evilly down at me and I glared up at him. Harry sat up a bit straighter.
"No, no. Don't get up," Malfoy drawled. "I just came in to see if Potter really did come back…"
"What are you going on about Malfoy?" Harry asked leaning forward a bit, now interested.
"Well rumor had it that you wouldn't be attending school this year," Malfoy replied. "But unfortunately here you are. Hiding where the Dark Lord can't reach you?"
Yup. That's what it was. I rolled my eyes. I didn't know why Harry had decided to attend school again. We'd been talking all summer about how we weren't going to come back. How we were going to end this ridiculous war once and for all. And when September rolled around, Harry had a change of heart. God knows why…
"Sod off," Harry snapped.
Malfoy lingered in the doorway, resting his elbow on the frame of the compartment door.
"Sod off?" he drawled. "Why so angry Potter? The Dark Lord got your tongue? Has he finally struck fear into that courageous lion's heart of yours? You're more like the cowardly lion in my opinion. Why don't you just die already and get it over with so the rest of us can go on with our lives?"
I saw the confrontation coming. Harry jumped to his feet and lunged at Malfoy who grounded himself firmly, to avoid being toppled over. Hermione's hands flew to her mouth as I darted between the Slytherin Prick and The Boy Marked For Death. Draco Malfoy was laughing at Harry, his gray eyes lighting up in that mocking fashion they had. I was soon pinned between my best friend and my worst enemy, my midsection much too close to Malfoy's. I had my arms out as to not touch the blonde. This was becoming highly uncomfortable quick. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek, his back pinned against the wall
"Harry!" Hermione bellowed, quite startled.
"Do it Potter," Malfoy whispered, his breath coming harsh against my face. He laughed. I could see Harry's wand out of the corner of my eye. It was then that I felt Malfoy's hand trail down my body, and he tugged at my wand, bringing it out of it's pocket inside my robes. He then jabbed it into Harry's ribs. He took mine because he couldn't reach his own, which he had tucked away in the back pocket of his slacks. How I knew this I couldn't say.
"Stay away from me," Harry snarled. "You hear me Ferret?"
"Oh God yes," Malfoy groaned. He chuckled low in his throat. "Say it again."
"What the hell?" I asked quietly. The three of us seemed to be the only ones that existed now. I was stuck in the middle of this heated debate, my arms were becoming tired, so I rested them on either side of Malfoy's waist. He shifted against me.
"I never knew the three of us would be in such a suggestive position," the Slytherin Prince whispered against my neck. "Why don't we all get a little closer?"
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"Aaaaaaaaaah!" I shrieked, my eyes shooting open. Harry and Hermione looked up from their game of wizard's chess.
"Are you okay Ron?" Harry asked, looking quite alarmed. I looked around the small compartment completely disorientated.
"I…wha?" I asked.
"You just had some sort of fit, Ronald," Hermione said. She was chewing on a licorice whip. "Bad dream?"
"Yeah…" I murmured. "Yeah it was…"
I felt a little too hot and that was worrying me. I'd never had a dream like that before… Where Malfoy was…er…the… object of my affections… Or my lusts in this case. I'd never dreamt about another guy before…ever. And Harry was there! My eyes widened my horror growing by the minute. My best friend too? What the hell was wrong with me? I ran my hand over my face.
The compartment door suddenly slid open. I only saw two things before I acted. Blonde hair and a sneer.
"No!" I cried. I then jumped to my feet, grabbed the Slytherin and threw him out of the compartment, rather roughly. He stumbled backwards and fell against the wall looking extremely surprised. I then shut the compartment door and locked it, letting the blinds down over the window.
When I turned and faced my two best friends they were both staring at me, their jaws slack. It was then that they both began to howl with laughter, Hermione clapping her hands, Harry doubled over.
"Oh my God, Ron!" Hermione gasped. I wasn't exactly aware of what had been so funny but seeing them cracking up like that made me smile and turn a bit red.
"What?" I asked shyly sitting down.
"That was bloody brilliant, mate," Harry said. "Oh God that made my day! Did you see his face?"
"Yeah," I murmured thoughtfully. "Yeah I did."
Draco Malfoy didn't attempt to talk to us for the rest of the ride. He'd been alone and to be honest probably a little embarrassed.
A/N: Okay. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I don't know if this has ever been done before. I think you know where this is going… Maybe not. It will be extremely interesting… And complicated. Reviews are welcome. Love to all.
