A/N: I am sooo sorry that I haven't been writing lately! I've been preoccupied. I just had a chunky peanut butter sammmich (two of them…O.o) and mow my belly hurts TT.TT. Well anyway, I guess I should get going.
This story is called 'Doubt'. I have been mulling this stuff over in my mind, and this is the best I could come up with. So here we go!
DISCLAIMER: If I were JKR I wouldn't deprive my fans of no books for weeks on end like I have been…T.T But it just to build up hype!
Ron walked through the halls of the Order's Secret Base, Number 12 Grimwauld Place. He was keeping watch of the place just in case someone decided to come in. Ron passed his partner watcher and maybe spy, Draco Malfoy, for the seventh time in a half an hour.
"Weasley," Draco muttered, smirking.
"Malfoy," Ron muttered back, nodding his head.
Ron had trouble accepting the fact that Draco wanted to be on the good side of the war. He had always thought that Draco was one hundred percent evil, so he was always on the alert whenever he and Draco patrolled the hallways. Ron, deep in his thoughts, didn't notice that there was a wall in the way of his path. He ran straight into the wall, falling in the process.
Instead if feeling the cold, hard floor, he felt warm, pale arms around him, and therefore catching him. Ron looked up to see the blonde man giggling.
"Really, Weasley," he started, standing Ron upright, "Do you have to be so naïve as to walk into a wall? I thought you had matured a little, but your skull is as thick as ever!"
"Shut up, Malfoy," Ron spat. Draco shot him a look.
"Sorry, Weasley, but I thought instead of a evil stare, I was going to get something like, 'Oh, thank you Draco, you've save me from my arse's terrible fate!" Ron just blushed and kept walking on.
Ron had a good reason to doubt Draco, he just forgot why after that.
A/N: Okay, the ending sucks. I've rewritten that like…forever times, but it still didn't turn out like I wanted it too. Oh well.