A/N: Worry not, readers, I have updated. Psh, finally. I hadn't actually looked at this story for a while because I needed a place to take this. But now I have found something resembling a plot. Thanks for keeping up with me.
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"Disgraceful."
"Absolutely horrifying."
"Back in my day, we couldn't even hold hands."
"Herbert, you know that's a lie."
"Yes, but this is bad as well."
"Indeed, it is outrageous."
"Oh shaddup you stupid scribbles," Malfoy muttered with his mouth on my lips. I smiled at the sensation it sent me, and also at the offended gasps from the portraits after his rude comment.
It was so different than kissing anyone I had ever kissed. Needless to mention that that hadn't been too many girls, but still. This had something alluring to it, something very tempting but forbidden. It was like discovering a new treasure and being the first to crack open the lid. Maybe it was that this kind of thing was just not encouraged, or maybe it was because this was Malfoy. I stopped for a second after realizing that. It was like a slap to my face. What was I doing? Not only that, why was I enjoying this? He pulled away with a puzzled gleam in his eyes.
But he was still smirking. Just, it didn't seem as annoying anymore.
"Did I do something?"
"Yes you bloody well did! You kissed another guy you –" The portrait of Herbert interrupted.
"Silencio!" Malfoy said, turning around, catching the painting off guard. He gave me an expectant look, as if to say, go on now, speak.
"Er, well. You kissed me." Something deep in his eyes faltered for a moment; I caught it, but I wouldn't let him know. Was it perhaps unease? Or uncertainty? I shrugged to myself, but Malfoy took it as a bad thing.
He frowned before continuing, donning a look of confusion.
"Was I bad?"
"No. Er, it was just weird though. But good weird," I added right away. He wasn't buying though.
"Did you not want to be kissed though?"
"No. I mean, yea, I did want to be kissed, but, you?"
"Oh," He blanked his face, replacing his worrisome look with one of haughtiness. "Well then Weasel, I'll be seeing you around then."
I was still a little shocked, and I know that I should have called him back instead of gaping at him stupidly. I shoved my hands in my pockets, my brain not functioning enough to say 'Hey, wait up. That's not what I meant silly. That's not what I meant at all.' But I didn't say that. Instead of that, I turned red and yelled back at him.
"Well Ferret, just don't get too excited next time you see me!"
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I practically flew back to the common room. Right before I uttered the password though, I thought for a moment. I couldn't tell Harry; not only had I just made out with Malfoy, but with another guy. Before today, I hadn't even thought I could have feelings like that. Neither could I tell Hermione. I knew that I should tell one of them, but it was odd; I felt that they wouldn't understand, and not only that. They wouldn't want to understand, it being Malfoy and all. I paced back and forth in front of the fat lady for so long, that it felt like I had worn a way through the stone.
"Ahem," her cough awoke e from my thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to come in or not."
"Yes," I sighed, "I am. Geez, you're really patient aren't you?"
As I walked inside I heard her mutter, "Kids these days." These paintings just keep getting grumpier and grumpier I think.
"Ron, where have you been?" Hermione's bossy voice rang out at me from across the common room near the fire. I started to turn red as people all around sniggered; they didn't really believe that we didn't like each other. Or at least, I didn't.
"Er?" I stumbled for words. "I was, out?"
"Clearly," She said huffing, putting her hands on her hips. More snickers.
"Shut UP you!" I bellowed. They, whoever they was started to roar with laughter. I tried ignoring them.
"But honestly Ron, where were you?"
"And why does it matter?"
"Well obviously because you're evading the answer, it does."
"I was out thinking, alright?" She eyed me harshly.
"You don't think," And she turned on her heel sharply and went up to her room.
Again, I was left just standing there gob smacked staring after someone who cared about me. Well, I suppose in the previous case, he didn't care for me too much, but all the same. Evidently, I was not good with words, especially in my defense.
"Its ok mate," Harry said, clapping me on the back.
"I didn't even do anything."
"That's what you think."
"What, like you know something I don't?" I looked at him hard, and he looked at me with a shy look in his eyes.
"No. I suppose I don't." He answered after an elongated pause.
"Then shut your bloody mouth."
"You don't have to go picking fights with everyone, you know."
"I'm not!" He gave me a look. "I don't go looking for them. I don't know, maybe the argument faerie finds me."
"She might have a crush on you."
"I was kidding."
"So was I."
"So you're saying I can't get someone, is that it?"
"See? There you go again! You're just itching for trouble."
"I'm not itchy."
"Piss off."
"Why don't you?"
"This is stupid."
"Well you are too."
"What happened while you were out 'thinking'?" The question totally caught me off guard.
"Er, what mate?"
"What happened."
"I can't tell you." He rolled his eyes and walked upstairs too.
"I swear he has PMS," I heard him mutter under his breath. I grinned in spite of myself.
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Snape gave me an extra day to do the essay, and seeing as I had nothing to do, I jumped at the chance. I really wanted to go to bed, but I had just started it so I couldn't abandon my new cause. It also took my mind off of other...unpleasant things. It was two-thirty and I was bored to tears.
The Draught of Persephone calls for fastidious measurements and a meticulous personality. It-
This was clearly not a good essay. Meticulous personality? When the hell did that apply to anything? That wasn't even a trait someone could have, I think. I was about the only one in the common room that this early time, so I was startled when Hermione came shuffling down the stairs. She came and sat down next to me, and frowned at my paper.
"A meticulous personality? Who are you trying to kid."
"I know, I know. It sucks ass."
"It really does, Ron. It really does. Here, you go up to bed, and I'll just finish it for you."
"You're not Hermione."
"Ron, just go to bed, honest. I have a lot to get off my mind too, and writing essays helps me collect my thoughts."
"Yeah, because you're not weird at all 'Mione."
"I'm not, thank you. Good night!"
"Night."
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A/N: Filler chapter alert! Ok, this was not as good as I intended it to, but I usually don't put too much dialogue so this was a treat for me to write, even if when they spoke it was like 5 words. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Review!
