OK, this is going to be the last chapter, but don't cry! Due to some (very forceful) uh, demands, I'm going to try and write a new slash… So yep! And one thing folks: for the new slash, I want to know, Ron/Draco or Harry/Draco? Yep, obsessed with Draco. And no, sorry, no threesomes.
Ron felt like he was in heaven. He felt like he had been in heaven for weeks. Draco and Veronica: the perfect pair. He had never felt so loved in his life.
"He's exactly what a girl needs," he said dreamily. He brushed his fringe back and clipped it loosely with a beautiful emerald hairclip, shaped into a glittering flower. He had borrowed it from Ginny, after she fainted from the shock of seeing Ron as a girl and he had to wake her up again. He ran his hairbrush through his hair one more time.
"There. Perfect. Completely perfect" he said, standing back and looking at himself in the mirror once more. He was wearing a silky emerald green dress to match his hairclip, tight against his body, sleeveless and low-cut at the back. It had been a present from Draco. Ron blushed as he remembered Draco's words when Ron first put it on.
"I look stupid""Stupid? You blind? It looks perfect on you"
"It clashes so much with my hair…"
Ron suddenly found himself in Draco's arms. Draco gave Ron a long kiss.
"You look beautiful"
The door opened.
"Ron? You coming out anytime soon or do we have to drag you out?" Hermione asked, grinning. She was dressed in a beautiful light sky blue, her dress going down to her ankles. Ron grinned back and got up.
"I see you're not going for the 'completely un-Hermione-like' look this year. Who did you ask to go with you?"
Hermione opened the door wider to reveal her date, Harry, casually dressed in the sweater Mrs. Weasley had made for him, black trousers and his black robes. Harry gawped.
"New dress?" he asked.
"Mmhmm…" Ron said, feeling, again, the usual flutter of his heart whenever Harry talked to him.
"Looks nice" Harry mumbled, finding himself unable to tear his eyes away from Ron. Ron blushed under Harry gaze. He shook himself mentally.
~Draco loves you! And remember, best friends, ONLY! ~ He reminded himself strictly. Apparently Harry must have been thinking almost the same thing for he looked away. Ron grinned.
"Nervous?" he asked. Harry grinned back, the tension in the air replaced by the familiar feeling of friendship.
"Yeah, a little" he admitted.
"I would be, if Hermione was my date. Watch out, she'll lumber all over your feet!" Ron teased and got a light hit on the head from a smiling Hermione.
Ron sat on a chair next to a bowl of iced fruit punch, twiddling his thumbs and getting more and more nervous by the minute.
~Where's Draco? What if he's waiting for me at Gryffindor? But if I go to check and he comes here… what if he's sick and he can't make it? What if… what if he went off with another girl? What if he fell into the Great Lake? What if Snape's holding him down in the dungeons and torturing him? What if… if…~
I sound ridiculous, Ron thought with a nervous giggle.
"Hey Ron! Looking' good! What's the big occasion, hmm?" Fred asked, walking by.
"Ooh, look, she's blushing!" George teased.
"Must be some special guy…" Fred grinned, winking and nudging George.
"Fred Weasley! Did you invite me to dance or to flirt with another girl?" Angelina called impatiently. Fred glanced at George, who grinned. George turned around.
"Coming my dear Witch of the West," he said, grinning charmingly. Grinning, Angelina clouted him on the head playfully then dragged him off, mistaking him for Fred. Ron looked away from Fred, finding really nothing to say. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when Fred suddenly called out "Lee! Hey, nice clothes! Who's your date?" and walked off. He really had no idea why he felt so nervous, and in front of his brother.
"I'm late" came a smooth, cool voice. Ron almost smiled, Draco never did know how to apologize. He looked up to look at the Slytherin. He was dressed in all black, a black shirt, black trousers and black, velvet robes. Ron gazed at him admiringly. Draco had style. Even though his outfit was simple, all black, it suited him perfectly. The black was a contrast to his pale skin, making it look like he was radiating faintly. The black also accentuated his beautiful blue-gray eyes, making them seem to glow and swirl more mysteriously. Ron realized with a blush that Draco was staring back at him.
"What?" he asked, feeling slightly uneasy. Draco shook his head slightly and smiled his irresistible lopsided smile that Ron had grown to adore so much.
"You look great" he said. He bowed and held out a hand.
"Dance?" he asked. Ron smiled with happiness and took his hand.
"Remember, it was you who asked me. Not my fault if I tread all over your feet" he joked. Draco smirked as he twirled the redhead under his arm.
"Pity, I was hoping I would be the one who could tread all over your feet"
"No, seriously, I can't dance" Ron admitted. Draco held Ron close as they swayed slowly to the slow, lulling waltz music.
"Seriously, I can't either" he whispered.
"Ow" Draco said. He was sitting at a table, wincing.
"I warned you" Ron said apologetically.
"Ow" Draco repeated.
"Squished feet?" Harry asked, nodding sympathetically from across the table. Draco started, he had no idea that he had gotten over there. He looked at Harry, suspicious. It was unusual, that Harry would talk to him. Especially since he had beaten him at Quidditch. Seeing that Harry's face didn't look at all guilty or like he was planning anything, he smirked.
"You too?" he asked. Harry nodded.
"I suppose that was to be expected. Girls are so klutzy" Harry said and was immediately given another light hit on the head from Hermione. There was a loud whoop. Draco and Ron looked over to see a huge crowd gathered around a pair of people, cheering.
"Didn't you know?" Hermione asked, seeing their puzzled faces. "Fred and George put up some mistletoe, randomly around the Hall. It's almost invisible, until a pair is under it. Then a light goes onto the two and they have to kiss"
Ron bit his lip, his eyes immediately darting to the ceiling. He didn't really want to be caught under one of those mistletoe. Of course, he didn't mind kissing Draco, but doing it in public?
Harry got up. "It's hot in here. I'm off to get some fruit punch. Anyone want some?" he asked. Draco waved a hand dismissively and Ron shook his head.
"I'll have one" Hermione said. Harry went off to get the drinks. Draco stood up and pulled a startled Ron away.
"What?" he asked as Draco led them both into the middle of the dance floor again. Draco didn't say a word and began to move to the slow, romantic dance music. Ron looked back at Hermione then realized.
"Draco! She didn't do anything!" he said.
"Please. Malfoys don't sit at the same table as Mudbloods" Draco said. Seeing Ron's somewhat disappointed and upset face he hastily added "But I was feeling like dancing anyway"
Ron looked at him. He looked sincere. He sighed.
"You know, the problem is, you always look sincere" he said, putting his head on Draco's chest. Draco held Ron close, one hand around the redhead's slim waist, the other one in Ron's silky hair, caressing it. He put his head down onto Ron's.
"I know. And that's why you love me" he said. The two swayed, turned slowly, moving across the Hall, feeling like they were on a fluffy cloud, all alone, just the two of them…
"AH!" Ron and Draco yelped in unison as a loud ring went off. They leapt apart, Ron blushing, suddenly noticing the amount of people staring at him, most of them grinning.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" bellowed a voice and Fred crashed through the crowd.
"DON'T MOVE!" hollered George, following right after. Fred stood legs apart, hands crossed on his chest.
"You have officially been caught UNDER A MISTLETOE!" he barked, business-like. Ron looked up. Above his head, now not invisible anymore, hung a big piece of mistletoes.
"And now you have to suffer the CONSEQUENCES!" George howled in laughter.
"Yes! As your punishment for having actually been CAUGHT under one of these Yuletide tools of mischief, you have to KISS each other before you are permitted to leave!"
"And make it LOOOONG" George said, grinning, ignoring the poisonous looks his brother was shooting him. Ron looked around helplessly, embarrassed by the attention. He heard a few whispers,
"Wow. That girl is SO lucky, Draco is just irresistible"
"He's a jerk"
"But irresistible"
"Totally"
He looked up at Draco, who was looking at him.
~Be jealous girls. Be very jealous. Because yes, he IS irresistible, and he's MINE~
Draco shot a questioning look at Ron, who, with one look, seemed to answer.
~Should we…~
~In front of everyone? ~
~What's the difference? ~
~Don't you… oh all right~
Just as Fred was about to tell the pair to 'hurry it up' they closed their eyes and kissed each other. There was a deathly silence then the Hall erupted in loud, good-hearted cheers from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and a few cheers from Slytherin. There were a few grunts or murmurs of obvious distaste but the loud cheers from everyone else drowned them out.
~Ron and Draco. Draco and Ron. Perfect pair. Together forever. Listen to me, I'm rhyming~ Ron thought giddily. ~I feel so happy, so sky-high, so special, so… so… WHAT AM I DOING?~
Ron's eyes snapped open in horror, Draco still kissing him on the lips. He could feel his hair shortening slowly, shrinking into his head. He could feel it going wavier, could he his slim hand and wrist thickening slightly to look like the stronger-made hands of a male. He pushed Draco away, who looked at him, confused and hurt.
"I-I-uh… I gotta go!" Ron yelled and bolted, leaving behind a shocked murmur and a wondering Draco. He could feel the transformation speeding up more rapidly, his hair already the right length.
"Kanomori!" Ron shouted as he ran towards the Gryffindor form room. The door swung open.
"Oh hello Ro… why are you in a DRESS?" the Fat Lady shrieked.
"Explaintoyoulaterthanksforopeningthedoorbye" Ron babbled and charged into the girls' dorm where a very alarmed Ginny Weasley was playing wizard chess with an equally startled Neville.
"Ron!" she gasped.
"Why are you wearing a DRESS?" Neville asked. Ron ignored them and ran to his drawer. He pulled out all his clothes in a hurry, sending them flying. Ginny and Neville stared at him, sure that he had gone quite mad. Suddenly Ron pulled out something mauve, black and gray and held in the air triumphantly for two seconds before he charged into the toilet and slammed the door. Ginny and Neville looked at each other, then, gathering up all the chess pieces, moved as hastily as they could out of the room.
"Ron? Where are you?" Hermione called.
"Ron?" Harry shouted. The toilet door opened and Ron walked out, a bit shaken, the green dress draped over his arm.
"R-oh" Hermione stopped as she saw Ron. Harry and Hermione stared. They were used to Ron as a girl, now he was a boy again. Ron looked at them then smiled weakly.
"Um… surprise?" he said. Suddenly Harry started laughing. Ron looked at him in puzzlement. Harry walked to the toilet; still laughing then came out with something in his hands. He looked at Ron then threw the cold, wet face towel at Ron's face.
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed. He held the wet towel in his hands, staring at Harry, wondering why he just did that. Hermione looked at Ron, looked at the black mascara running down Ron's eyes and the hairclip, now because it was shorter and wavier, was sticking almost comically out of his now tangled hair.
"Welcome back Ron" she said.
The next day Ron, Hermione and Harry were chatting to each other happily.
"No! Not really?" Ron gasped unbelievingly.
"Yeah, really!" Harry said. Ron cracked up.
"Oh geez, Fred and George are CRUEL. Making Parvati kiss GOYLE!" he laughed. "Who else fell victim to the mistletoe?"
"Well you wouldn't believe this, but Professor Trelawney and Snape"
Ron's eyes went wide and he looked at Hermione, who had a wide grin on her face. She nodded.
"But Snape gave them such a venomous look they gulped and ran for their lives" Harry said. Ron gasped for breath.
"Really, please… HAHA! Trelawney and Snape! AHAHAHA!!!!" he guffawed.
"You're back. How nice. Seen your sister anywhere today?" Draco asked. Ron started and immediately stopped laughing.
"Yeah, Ginny's in the library" Hermione cut in. Draco looked at her coldly.
"Veronica. Not Ginny"
"She got really sick last night at the Yule Ball. She went to Madame Pomfrey and had to go back home," Ron said quickly. Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Pomfrey can heal anything. And you weren't here last night"
"No, she was REALLY sick. My mom and dad came along with me last night and took Veronica home with them"
Draco stared at Ron. Ron looked into Draco's blue-gray, unfathomable mysterious eyes and felt his cheeks burn slightly. Blue-gray broke away from emerald.
"Can you help me give something to Veronica then? I wanted to, but she went away before I could" Draco said. Ron's eyebrows shot up with surprise.
"Y… yeah, sure" he said. Harry and Hermione walked up to him, as if to go with them too.
"Not you two. Just Weasley" Draco said, holding out a hand. The two halted and Draco turned on his heel and left silently. Ron turned to his friends. Seeing their puzzled faces he shrugged and followed Draco. They went up to the Slytherin room. The painting looked at the two with a sullen face and scowls at Ron.
"What, another Gryffindor?" it asked. Draco glared at it and, muttering a few swear words under its breath, the picture opened the door for the two. Draco walked slowly to his room and waited until Ron walked in. He closed the door, slowly, thinking something over. Ron stood in the room nervously, looking at the design of the room, the extraordinary neatness of it. He almost laughed. Draco had to be the only boy he knew who actually had a clean room. Suddenly Draco's hand darted out and grabbed Ron's chin roughly. The blonde stared intently at Ron's face. Ron gazed back, into Draco's eyes and it was almost like he was Veronica again, a girl. Almost. A small part of him was pulling at him, telling him he didn't like Draco a bit, and that Ron was a boy now. And his chin was starting to hurt; Draco was holding his face so hard. Draco's grip slackened as if he could read Ron's thoughts. He slowly lifted a hand and swept back Ron's fringe, which fell over the left side of his face. Suddenly he let go of Ron. He walked over to his bedside table and opened a drawer. He took out a jade green hair comb. It was quite small and looked fragile and delicate. Draco walked back to Ron and put the comb into his hand. Ron looked at it. It was a nice looking comb, absolutely perfect for a girl. A silver snake curled around the handle of the comb.
"Can you give this to Veronica for me?" Draco asked. Ron nodded and put the comb in his pocket.
~I should give him something back, what should I give… ~ he wondered. He rummaged around in his pocket and came up with something slightly hard, flat, a bit crinkled…
"She asked me to give this to you" he said, putting the photograph of a smiling, waving Veronica into Draco's hand. It was the only picture he had of himself as a girl, taken by Hermione when she suggested for him to write to his parents. Draco stared at the photograph. After what seemed like eons he sat down onto his silky, soft bed, holding the picture with both hands and gazing longingly at the smiling girl in it. Ron turned to leave. His hand touched the doorknob.
"Ron" Draco said. Ron turned around to find Draco standing right behind him. Without any warning Draco kissed him, hard, his hands on the back of Ron's head, near his neck. He pried open Ron's mouth and ran his tongue over Ron's teeth, quickly, passionately. Ron's eyes closed with pleasure. Draco released him slowly, hesitated and then kissed Ron again lightly on his right cheek. Ron opened his eyes and blinked. Draco smiled at Ron warmly, and for once Ron could read and see what was in Draco's mysterious eyes, could understand why they were always so cold. Love and kindness, covered in an almost protective layer of hatred, sadness, betrayal and anger.
"Thanks" Draco said, surprising Ron. Draco was actually thanking him?
"Um… you're welcome" Ron said. He opened the door.
"Veronica" Draco added softly as Ron closed the door behind him.
I must say that this was the hardest chapter to write. Putting all those characters into clothes… I am a fashion loser and mostly go out wearing the grungiest clothes I can find. I hate dresses. Hard. Also, seeing as how I don't really have good color co-ordination, I just kept slapping Ron with green. You may have noticed. I had no idea what to do for Hermione so I took my friend's advice and shoved her in blue. I have no knowledge about combs. All I know is I like green and silver as a combination. One more thing I have to add: if anyone, ANYONE (ESPECIALLY Nate, Jake, Daryl or Celeste) make me use the word PASSIONATELY in a fanfic ever again, I will punch you to the other side of the world. Literally. I know people will tell me that Draco means dragon, therefore there should have been a dragon on the comb. Check the Latin dictionaries, Draco can mean serpent or dragon. So nyah. And I did have an idea for the ending to be funny and sweet, but after I wrote it I re-read it and decided that if I added in the humor it would ruin everything. But no fear, if you want I'll write another ending, exactly the same except for the last paragraph!
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