Before I start the originals to all my stories are on wattpad so if you want the more… smuttier? version go there; I am MugglefiedMalfoy on that site, too.

Harry's POV

I was walk down the stairs from the boy dormitories, and heard someone in the Common Room.

"Why can't Potter just hurry up and die," the guy said. I look around the corner to see Ron sitting on a couch looking into the dying fire.

"Maybe because I'm not ready to die, Weasley," I say, cringing at myself for the use of his last name,"You know you should talk to yourself, or at least out loud, what if Hermione heard you? Wonder what she would say? What do you think Ronald?"

His face turned as red as his hair. "I bet Hermione would sure my views on this 'friendship'," he tells me.

"What are your views on this 'friendship', Ron?" I ask him, glaring.

"All your good for is for your money and a shield, Dumbledoor told when you die I get all your money, I get your inheritance," Ron snarled at me. "And if you tell anyone, what I've said I have some 'friends' that will make sure you'll regret it."

i don't care what he says I've got to tell Mr. Weasley, I think as I head back upstairs, and get into bed. I can tell him tomorrow, this is the first time I'm happy for summer.