For my Ancient Runes class.
I don't own them.
Enjoy!
Draco walked through the stores with a purpose. He had an objective to complete with this trip. A gift. A gift he really didn't want to get. One that would force him to admit that this attraction was real, wasn't just lust.
He only started dating him because his father would disapprove, and he is hot. But now? Now that stupid red head has wormed his way into Draco's heart in a way that no one has before.
Draco still hates his friends, nothing on the planet could get him to like those two, one a mudblood and the other Potter. It isn't bitterness, just resentment.
Draco cursed himself silently. He should hate Ron, he should hate everything about him, his status as a blood traitor, his being poor, his bad habits, his loud nature, but Draco can't. Ron might be loud, but only in passion, whether he is angry or happy, or in the midst of lovemaking, Ron was always passionate.
Ron was a pureblood, so that was a plus. The Weasleys may be poor, but they are one of the oldest wizarding families known, right next to the Malfoys and the Blacks.
Draco shook out his thoughts as he made it to the store. The item he would be getting his lover, is a brand new sketch pad, one that was blank, that didn't have missing pages or worn out, or scribbled on before he got it, and Not a notebook. He also thought of getting him a new art kit, one of the expensive ones.
No one else knows that Ron draws, he kept it a well kept secret, the only reason Draco knew of it was because Ron wanted to draw him. That picture was kept safely in a box under Draco's bed, for no ones eyes but their own.
Draco felt the flush creeping up his neck. He entered the art store quickly, he didn't want any questions from the other students.
And he stopped short when he saw the 'Golden Trio' (A stupid name if you ask Draco) standing there, in the store. Ron was looking at the supplies with hidden intrest, faking boredom, Potter was bored, and Granger was going through the notebooks, a package of ink in her hand.
"Hermione, how much longer?" Potter whined, okay, it might not have been a whine, but Draco would tell everyone who asked that Potter whined.
"Hush Harry. I just need to get two notebooks, my last ones disappeared." Ron looked away with embarrassment, neither of his friends noticed. Draco smirked, he knew just where those books were. Ron does that before each trip to Hogsmeade, he would hide her books so she would have to get more. Draco was hoping to get there before the trio, but that didn't work out. Oh well.
Draco pretended to ignore them as he walked further into the store, passing them so he could get to the sketchpads.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Potter questioned, his voice tinted in surprise.
"Shopping. It's typically what you do in a store." Draco smirked before running a finger down the page if the sketchpad and sneering in disgust at the poor quality.
"Well, yeah. But why are you here? You don't draw." Potter crossed his arms. Draco wanted to flinch. He was thirteen, he could have gotten better. Okay, so he can't draw.
"Harry, let's go. I want to check out the quidditch store." Ron urged his friend. Granger rolled her eyes before buying her items and following her friends out of the store. Draco smirked before grabbing a much finer quality sketchpad from the shelf. He walked around until he found the art kit he wanted. It had pencils, colored pencils, paint, paintbrushes, and other things a budding artist would want.
"Is that all?" The clerk asked. Draco nodded.
"Could I have it delivered to Hogwarts?" The clerk nodded and rang up the order.
"It's a gift." Draco said belatedly.
"I need it delivered on March 3rd to Ronald Weasley during lunch if that would be alright." This being polite thing is hard, but he would try, for Ron, and because Ron may or may not have verbally berated him for being rude to the mudblood. He really didn't want Ron to withhold sex, again.
"Sure. Did you want to send a note as well? It would be another three knuts." The clerk smiled kindly, not a smile he was used to. Draco blinked before nodding.
"Yes, that would be, great." He wanted to say satisfactory, but he wasn't sure if that would be considered rude or not. Ug, this nice stuff was hard!
With the note written and the package paid for, Draco left with a small smile.
Draco watched as the messenger owl swooped down and landed next to Ron. The package was shrunken down so it could be carried by the owl.
Ron's face showed surprise, then turned red. His friends looked just as surprised, but they didn't show a hint of recognition like Ron.
Ron read the note, not letting anyone see it, setting it face down on the table, before carefully unwrapping the box and tapped it with his wand to enlarge.
Ron's friends looked even more confused when Ron pulled out first the sketchpad, then the art kit. Ron had turned red and his eyes lit up. He looked up and stared right at him. 'Thank you.' He mouthed.
Draco later found that no one could figure out who gave them to Ron, and until Ron was ready, they would never find out.
I just realized that I didn't put any author's notes in this, only the thing about this being for Anctian runes, and that was just a reminder for me... Oops.
Anyways. I hope you enjoyed this.
Mars