A/N: YAY! This is my first one shot of my many one shots (to come) in my new project thing: Feelings and Emotions. Think of it as a kind of easier Fanfiction100. Today, I'm paring Ron and Harry…and a little Draco, too. And no, I do not own them at all. They are at a nightclub, I guess.
So here we go: The first category is…
Anger.
Ron sat back, eyeing his rival like a lion on the prowl. The raven haired boy tried desperately not to look at Ron, knowing he was there. The cold boy foolishly kept looking at Ron and laughing.
"Draco, stop it," Harry said, trying to look away from the flaming beauty. Draco just gwaffed.
"Like he's going to do anything here. It's way too dark to hex me; he might just miss," he sad, voice drawling out to Ron. He kept on badmouthing Ron until...
Ron couldn't take it anymore.
He got up off of the couch, walked through the dancing crowd, up to the bar, grabbed Draco by the elbow, and carried him off, faintly hearing Harry's protests over his blood rushing in his ears.
"What the bloody hell do you want, Weasley?" Draco said, regaining his balance after Ron had tossed him onto the ground.
Ron leaned into Draco's pale face and said quietly, "I don't care who you are, even if you are the richest person in the world, I don't want you drooling over my Harry."
Draco went to pull out his wand, but Ron had already pulled his out and was aiming it right at his heart.
"Do you understand, or do I have to do this the hard way?" Ron said deathly, cocking a light eyebrow. Draco shook his head.
"No…I'll stop…" He quickly stumbled away, and Ron rounded on Harry.
"What the bloody hell were you doing with Malfoy?" Ron yelled, making Harry wince.
"I…I don't know…I'm sorry."
"You better be," he said, leaning down to kiss him passionately. When they pulled away, out of breath, Ran said, "Harry Potter, don't you ever forget that you are mine."
Harry just smiled. "I'm glad you've accepted my apology. Now, let's have a good time, okay?"