Love Isn't Always Fair~ Dron

(A.N. this is a Draco/Ron fic! This is written by Shanza, I helped a little with facts and grammer only !- Mika xx enjoy!)

Disclaimer : I don't own anything.

Draco's P.O.V

Sitting lazily on the giant windowsill in my family library, surrounded by the books of my ancestors, I stared out the window watching the owls fly around. I pulled the giant silk blanket closer around me and took another sip of my tea. The house elves came and went doing whatever house elves do.

I turned to look at the giant portrait which always caught my attention. The portrait is of my mother and father. My mother turns away with her nose in the air, which is what she does when there is no one but my father and I in the manor, whereas my father stands proud, like the sun shines out of his own arse.

I turned back to look out the window. I let my mind wander which was probably the worst thing I could do as the first thing that springs into my head is that boy.

Ron's P.O.V

Sitting in my orange cave reading my precious comics for the millionth time, I look up at the clock and then back at the page, the picture of Oscar whit his stupid blonde hair caught my attention and ^He^ came to mind.

"Damn it! GET OUT!" I screamed flinging my comic at the wall, just as a confused Ginny walks in the door.

"Okay…I just come back later then" she says while backing out, slowly.

I flop myself down on my bed defeated just as another explosion rocked the house.

"Fred and George Weasley…GET DOWN HERE NOW!" screams mum at the top of her voice, which normally makes the house shake more than ANY explosions Fred or George's experiments can make. I lie down and close my eyes, all of a sudden extremely tired.

Draco's P.O.V

Standing up, I push him out of my head and go for a walk. Walking through the maze of corridors I come across father's Drawing room, knowing he isn't around I went inside.

The drawing room is a large dark musty room covered from ceiling to floor in paintings and various potion bottles. Walking into the center of the room I pulled up the carpet and opened the trap door and descended the stairs.

I only twice in my life ever dares to venture down here. The room is vast as it rums beneath the inter manor. I glance briefly around and noticed a diary on my father's desk. It was open; curiosity lulled me in towards it. I stood in front of the desk and started down at its blank pages. There was a quill to the left of the diary. I dipped the quill into some ink. I lifted the quill and a small drop of ink fell from the tip. Before the ink hit the paper, I felt sharp nails dig into my shoulders and dragging me away from the desk.

My eyes went wide as I saw my Father glaring down at me with a murderous look in his eyes. I tried to explain when his hand impacted with my lower jaw, which sent me to the ground. I tried to pull myself back up and tried to explain again but he sent a flash of colour towards me. I let out a cry of pain, he was about to send another one but my mother's voice called out. My father grunted and ordered me not to move.

I sat there for a moment holding my side, trying to clam my ragged breathing. I found enough energy or common sense, to pull myself up off the floor and up the stairs over to the fireplace. I grabbed a hand full of flu powder and shouted "Diagon Ally!"

Landing in a heap of smoke and ash, I looked up and realized I was in Knockturn Ally for some odd reason but I was in too much pain to care, I just sat there and sobbed.

Ron's P.O.V

After being let out of my mum's tight lease, I was walking around in a haze not realizing where I was going, but then I recognized the entrance of Knockturn alley, I stopped. All the stories that people have told me about that place I turned to avoid it but stopped once I heard a noise.

I paused to see if I could hear it again and I did, it was a sob. Curiously over took my body and I poked my head around the corner. I saw nobody but there was another sob. I looked down and gasped at who I saw.

Crumpled at the wall was Draco Malfoy. My heart sank and raced at the same time. He looked so innocent, my head was screaming at me to run the other way but my heart was telling me to help him.

"You okay?" I asked without thinking. Malfoy's head shot up.

"What you doing here?" he snapped wiping his face but winced once he touched his jaw. I focused my stare on that part of his face and I noticed the burse forming in the shape of a fist.

"How'd you get that?" I asked genuinely horrified.

"None of your Business" he barked at me trying to stand but he was too weak and he fell back against the wall. He was holding his sides.

I was about to ask him something else but a tall figure emerged from the alley. "There you are you Ungrateful…." I recognized the voice and then saw the bleach blond hair and it confirmed it, Lucious Malfoy. "Oh it's young Mr. Weasley" he sneered. I nodded glaring.

"Come along Draco" Lucious put a hand on Draco's shoulder, which flinched and shuddered.

I looked on horrified "See you in school Weasley" Draco said as the disappeared.