A/N: Sorry the whole Italics things didn't work… stupid computer… but I
guess I'll try it again…
Short update: Draco has talked to Ron and asked him to meet with him in the Great Hall at midnight to talk about something Draco has done. Our poor Slytherin boy is still distressed about the dream however and starts blaming himself for things beyond his control that happen to Ron, Harry and Hermione.
(Ron's POV!)
HeartStrings-Chapter Two
The gentle wind created from my brisk walking pulled my robe softly off my slender body, making an erie flapping noise behind me. "Damn… it's almost midnight, I'm going to be late for whatever Draco wanted to talk to me about" I shook my head, breaking into a run and skidding to a halt in the Great Hall, spotting Draco some distance away, leaning against a wall near the Slytherin table. He looked up, spotted me and gestered for me to approach him. I stepped up to him nervously, taking a moment to look up at the starry sky before turning my attention back to him.
"Nice night isn't it Ron?" He commented as if meeting in the dead of night with his second most hated enemy was a usual thing for him. I scowled but nodded politely.
"Cut to it Malfoy, what did you call me out here for? I don't have all day you know." I hissed, careful to keep my voice down so the professors didn't hear.
"I called you out here to talk to you Ron, I feel really bad about treating you and your friends like crap, I'm serious about all this." He said seriously, strangely enough I believed every word he said. "Those eyes Malfoy has… they melt my heart, he's so sincere about this, it couldn't be another trick of his." I simply nodded. Suddenly he burst into tears, it shocked me, Draco never cries. He blurt out a dream he had the night before and I quirked a brow, not knowing what to say to this blubbering pale-eyed Slytherin. "Should I show pity? He's done so many horrible things to so many people, oh Ron… do something! I don't want Draco to sit there and cry all night" I smiled slightly and put a comforting hand on his slender shoulder. He looked up at me, fear burned deep in his sea-grey eyes, it made me feel even more sorry for the Slytherin.
"It's alright Draco, I…I forgive you." I whispered, patting his shoulder. His eyes seemed to brighten at this statement and he sighed in relief, wiping his eyes on the back of his robes.
"You mean that Ron? Because I feel really bad, I couldn't bring myself to talk to Harry after messing his life up for him. My dad is a Death Eater and it's all my fault, I probably drew Voldemort here." Draco stuttered, sniffling loudly. I simply nodded and sighed softly, rubbing my eyes with my hands.
"Draco, it's late and we both need sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow ok?" I yawned, stretching my arms above my head and turning around.
"Hey! Ron! I'll be your partner during potions tomorrow ok? Harry won't mind will he? I hope not" The Slytherin boy grinned excitedly, grabbing my hand. I blinked, a bit confused on how Draco Malfoy my worst enemy wanted to be my partner in potions class but I nodded and pulled out of his grasp.
"Uh, sure Draco… see you tomorrow morning then." I sighed, stepping into the shadows and making my way back to the Gryffindor common room. I could still hear Draco's quiet whoop of joy before stepping through the portrait hole.
Short update: Draco has talked to Ron and asked him to meet with him in the Great Hall at midnight to talk about something Draco has done. Our poor Slytherin boy is still distressed about the dream however and starts blaming himself for things beyond his control that happen to Ron, Harry and Hermione.
(Ron's POV!)
HeartStrings-Chapter Two
The gentle wind created from my brisk walking pulled my robe softly off my slender body, making an erie flapping noise behind me. "Damn… it's almost midnight, I'm going to be late for whatever Draco wanted to talk to me about" I shook my head, breaking into a run and skidding to a halt in the Great Hall, spotting Draco some distance away, leaning against a wall near the Slytherin table. He looked up, spotted me and gestered for me to approach him. I stepped up to him nervously, taking a moment to look up at the starry sky before turning my attention back to him.
"Nice night isn't it Ron?" He commented as if meeting in the dead of night with his second most hated enemy was a usual thing for him. I scowled but nodded politely.
"Cut to it Malfoy, what did you call me out here for? I don't have all day you know." I hissed, careful to keep my voice down so the professors didn't hear.
"I called you out here to talk to you Ron, I feel really bad about treating you and your friends like crap, I'm serious about all this." He said seriously, strangely enough I believed every word he said. "Those eyes Malfoy has… they melt my heart, he's so sincere about this, it couldn't be another trick of his." I simply nodded. Suddenly he burst into tears, it shocked me, Draco never cries. He blurt out a dream he had the night before and I quirked a brow, not knowing what to say to this blubbering pale-eyed Slytherin. "Should I show pity? He's done so many horrible things to so many people, oh Ron… do something! I don't want Draco to sit there and cry all night" I smiled slightly and put a comforting hand on his slender shoulder. He looked up at me, fear burned deep in his sea-grey eyes, it made me feel even more sorry for the Slytherin.
"It's alright Draco, I…I forgive you." I whispered, patting his shoulder. His eyes seemed to brighten at this statement and he sighed in relief, wiping his eyes on the back of his robes.
"You mean that Ron? Because I feel really bad, I couldn't bring myself to talk to Harry after messing his life up for him. My dad is a Death Eater and it's all my fault, I probably drew Voldemort here." Draco stuttered, sniffling loudly. I simply nodded and sighed softly, rubbing my eyes with my hands.
"Draco, it's late and we both need sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow ok?" I yawned, stretching my arms above my head and turning around.
"Hey! Ron! I'll be your partner during potions tomorrow ok? Harry won't mind will he? I hope not" The Slytherin boy grinned excitedly, grabbing my hand. I blinked, a bit confused on how Draco Malfoy my worst enemy wanted to be my partner in potions class but I nodded and pulled out of his grasp.
"Uh, sure Draco… see you tomorrow morning then." I sighed, stepping into the shadows and making my way back to the Gryffindor common room. I could still hear Draco's quiet whoop of joy before stepping through the portrait hole.