I don't own.
Soo probably OOC in some parts and vulgar language, gay love stuff (:D) so if you don't like that, this is uh definitely not for you.
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Ron Weasley looked around his new apartment and was satisfied. He was now living on his own; no dependence on his family, nor his friends. Of course, he wasn't the one who decorated his apartment. His mother picked out the ancient theme the apartment was decorated as, as Hermione helped her pick out the satin window curtains—the ugly sofas were her idea as well. Really embarrassing.
So after his and Hermione's moment of lust, he began the single life, as she moved on to Harry, though Ron didn't mind at all. They were still the "Golden Trio" and hung out as much as their hectic lives allowed them to—Hermione's and Harry's that is. All Ron could be proud of was that he had an apartment… that he actually didn't even pay for with his own money. Ah, oh well, he thought. He had no dependence on them starting… now.
After throwing out take-out trays, he was planning to hit the hay until his doorbell rang. Who would visit him at this time of night? He walked toward his chestnut door in boxers and a t-shirt and opened it wide to a shocking surprise. "What the bloody hell are you doing here, Malfoy? How do you even know where I live?" Malfoy stood outside in the cold wearing one expensive-looking peacoat with slacks and loafers. His platinum hair was ruffled and his cheeks were red.
"I don't like this anymore than you do, but I need to a place to stay. You were the closest one from my house and believe me, I tried others—I tried everyone before you." He raised his blonde eyebrows waiting for what seemed like an invitation. Instead of a one, he just made his way inside.
Ron moved aside, so as not to touch any part of… Malfoy. He closed the door and followed him into his own kitchen. How did he even know where his kitchen was? What a fucking creep. "Why couldn't you stay in your own house?"
"Is that any of your business?" Malfoy casually asked. He removed his coat and threw it upon the kitchen table.
"I recall this apartment being my apartment. I think I have the right to know why the fuck your disgusting self is here." Malfoy simply stared.
"You have anything to eat?" He walked toward the old refrigerator and made a sound of disgust. "Junk."
"Is my food not to your liking? I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about you when I went to the grocery store to fill in my refrigerator."
"All you have in here is junk." Malfoy looked him up and down. "No wonder you look as out of shape as you do."
Well shit, Ron thought. He looked down at his belly which was a little on the flabby side, but he wasn't bad looking. Why the hell was Malfoy looking at him like that anyway? The blonde stood still for a second, looking out through the kitchen window. Ron tried to see what he was looking at but there was nothing of importance out there.
Ron watched Malfoy quietly. He looked as if he was sculptured with marble. His clear pale skin looked perfect against the moon's light. His hair, though messy, was glistening, showing several golden streaks of hair. He stood tall—though he was several inches shorter than Ron—with a perfectly straight back. He looked… good with his blazer and his white dress shirt. Wait, what am I doing? Ron thought. Malfoy? Looking good? Something's clearly wrong with me.
Suddenly Malfoy looked at him with a bit of sadness in his eyes, but it disappeared in a few seconds to anger. Ron was glad. He didn't think he could handle his enemy emotional. "Well, are you going to feed your guest?" he snarled.
Ron shrugged. "I can order pizza." The blonde rolled his eyes.
"Do what you must." He shooed. He really just shooed me in my own home. What is going on? Ron thought. Though, he didn't protest. He walked to the living room and picked up his house phone. As the phone was ringing, he looked out the window towards the winter night. The ground was covered in a very thin layer of snow, as little fluffs of snow began to fall from the sky.
Suddenly, in the distance Ron saw two figures sprinting towards his home. It looked like Harry and Hermione. What the hell? Ron dropped the phone as the man on the other line shouted "Hello? Hello?"
Ron threw open the front door as Harry rushed into the house and closed the door once Hermione entered. "What's going on?" Malfoy sauntered in.
Harry frowned. "What the hell is he doing here, Ron?" he asked.
Ron shook his head. "I… don't even know."
"That doesn't matter." Hermione intervened. "We have a huge problem. Dumbledore has asked that every wizard and witch—,"
"Does that include you, Mudblood?" Malfoy scoffed.
'You—" Harry held Hermione back from doing anything she'd regret.
"Say something like that again and you're out of here. Got it?" Ron warned. Malfoy smirked and raised his hands in surrender.
Hermione glared at the blonde before finishing. "Dumbledore has asked all of us to stay in Hogwarts."
"Wait, why?" Ron asked.
"Would you let me finish, Ronald?" She impatiently asked.
"Sorry."
"Some humans have found out about us. They have known for a while about us because of the carelessness of unknown wizards or witches but we never thought anything would come of it, so we didn't pay it any mind." She sat down on one of the grandma sofas with Harry sitting beside her, absentmindedly rubbing circles onto her palm. Malfoy straddled another one of the sofa's armrest while Ron sat beside him, not remembering how he wanted to keep his distance.
"The people in their 'Anti-Magic' group have dangerously increased from a while back. I'm sure you don't read the news Ronald, so Malfoy, have you seen the news lately?"
"Two wizards killed in a fire?"
"Yes, that's it."
"I thought nothing sinister was behind it. I thought the muggle maid they had carelessly left the stove on overnight or something."
"No, it was arson. McGonagall and Hagrid found evidence in the crime scene. They're sure it's from the Anti-Magic group." Hermione jumped when Harry's cell phone began ringing.
"It's Arthur."
"Why is my dad calling you?" Ron asked.
"Oh this is your phone. Forgot to tell you, I stole it a couple of weeks back." Ron stared at him and blinked a couple of times. "You didn't notice." Harry shrugged and offered the phone.
Ron snatched it. "Dad? Yeah, he's here. Portkey?" Harry dug into his backpack and whipped out an old, brown boot. "Oh yeah, I see it. We'll be there." He hung up.
"Let's go to Hogwarts then," Hermione clapped her hands together and stood up. She smiled even though a few minutes earlier she was making it seem like a dire situation.
Before they teleported to Hogwarts Ron asked, "Why did you steal my phone again?"
"Was planning to sell it, mate. Needed to save up for something." Harry smiled and clapped Ron on his back. "'Least you have your phone back now." Ron shook his head and noticed Malfoy was trying to cover his smile.
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"As you all have been told, or have not, these are dangerous times for magical beings. Humans have knowledge of our existence and are determined on ending how many lives they can," Dumbledore announced. All wizards and witches flooded into the Great Hall where Dumbledore stood in the front, speaking of the Anti-Magic group. "Though we are very capable of controlling the humans, I do not want any violence to come out of it and no doubt there will be. That is why I have invited you all to stay in Hogwarts until the humans get bored of this nonsense." A huge riot erupted from the crowd, mostly from the Slytherins. "SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted. "I promise it will not be for long. Humans are rather incapable of focusing on a specific thing for too long. In that case, everyone to their common rooms so we can be fully rested for Monday."
"What will happen on Monday?" A Ravenclaw asked.
"Why, since you all are staying here, you will all have classes to attend to on Monday." Loud groans could be heard all throughout the hall. "Your schedules will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Best wishes to all," Dumbledore said before he shooed them out of the hall.
"Great," Ron muttered to Hermione and Harry. "We actually have class to attend to now? What kind of crap is that?" Hermione pinched his arm. "Ow! Hermione, what the hell?"
"I'm glad we get to study again. You, especially need it. You've become as dumb as a sack of potatoes." She kissed Harry goodbye, but before she left to her room, she said, "By the way, you should start working out." Ron narrowed his eyes and watched her as she left.
Ron looked down at his stomach then turned to Harry. "Do I really look fat mate?" He frowned.
"Kind of," Harry slapped his arm. "Well, anyways, I'll see you later. I need to do something." Harry hurried off leaving Ron all by himself. I need new friends, he sighed.