Written in the Stars

The glare that Ron received from Draco Malfoy was a vicious one, but still, there were other emotions from that glare that Ron felt. Emotions that Draco tried to subdue, but ultimately failed.

After an eternity, Draco took a breath and exhaled. His posture became less tense. Right before him, Ron just witness Draco's quick change. The air around him felt different also.

Then, the unexpected happened. Draco cracked a smirk and walked casually to Ron. "Oh…Is that so? Well perhaps…you did fall a lot harder than that stupid head of yours could handle." He put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "I suggest you go away and get that head of yours checked by Madam Pomfrey, Weasel-Bee. Who knows? Maybe you've got some internal damage. Wouldn't want you dying now, would we? It's far too much work." He patted Ron's shoulder, which Ron reacted to by pushing his hand far off away from him.

"Why don't you mind your own bloody business, Malfoy?" snapped Ron.

"You made it my business when you decided to come to my dorm, Weasley," Draco said, giving him a look that matched his newly found mood at the moment.

"You bas-"

"Oh! Is this going to result to a fight?" asked the man in the portrait. "Really, if it is, then please do go else where. I don't want to see such foolish drama."

"No need," said Draco. He was replying to the man in the portrait, but his eyes were fixed at Ron. Then he took out his wand when his robe and aimed at him. "This is going to be over in just a second. Then you can continue with your lollygagging or what ever it is you paintings do."

"You wouldn't dare," said Ron, trying Draco. "That dorm guard of yours will see and inform Dumbledore. You cant use magic for violence against another student, Malfoy. You of all people -head boy and all- would certainly know that! No matter how stupid you are."

Draco scoffed. "Who ever said I was going to be violent, Weasel-Bee? I'm just…merely repairing a previous charm…that's been broken somehow."

"What're you-"

"Petificus Totalus." With that swift spell, Ron was petrified. With that being, his body tipped over like cut lumber.

"I know he may be your love competition for Miss Granger's heart and love, but really…Was it that necessary to freeze the poor boy?" asked the man.

Ignoring the painting, Draco continued with his last minute actions. "Obliviate." This time, Draco made sure he concentrated super hard to make sure that this time, the charm wouldn't be so easily broken. After that, he recited, "Confundus." Last, but not least, he spoke the words, "Sensus Umbra."

"What's the boy ever done to you?" asked the man, not fully expecting to be answered anyways.

"Everything," Draco said, simply. "So many things, but…I can't fault him for them." He then shook his head. "Tch. Forget it." Draco turned his body so that he'd be facing the portrait completely. "If you speak of this, I swear, I will make sure that your very existence will disappear. It'll be as if you never even existed. Got that?"

Instead of feeling threatened, the man in the portrait yawned, which kind of confused Draco. "Keep speaking of your empty threats. I really have no interests on your motives. In fact, I've put together these clues that you've so carelessly left behind. So now, I've got an idea of what this is all about."

"An idea of what?" Draco asked, carefully.

"Well it goes like this." The painting cleared his throat. "You are infatuated with Miss Granger. Excuse me, I meant to say extremely infatuated. So infatuated, in fact, that you went to great depths as to disguise your lovely friend Blaise as you, while you -the real you- went off and…how should I say this? Terminated Mr. Weasley? Ah, I don't know. This happened so long ago. All I know is that ever since then, Mr. Weasley's severed his romantic interests in Miss Granger and started pursuing Ms. Brown." Then the man quirked his eye brows at Draco. "As for you, you've been following her around for Merlin knows how long! Seeking her approval, forgiveness…even love, maybe?"

"Ha," Draco said dryly. "If that's all you've got then fine. I guess that it is rather…fine that you know the situation pretty…accurately, though not on spot! Plus, if you're willingly going to keep that mouth of yours shut, then so be it. I've got better things to worry about." Draco took a look at Ron's body. "Now…I've got to carry this troublesome bloke's down to the stupid Gryffindor's dorm."

"Have fun with that," said the man, already losing interest.

Draco had a fairly difficult time practically dragging Ron's body to his house dorm, not to mention completely embarrassing as the students they passed by laughed and giggled in a not-so secret fashion.

When they finally got there, Draco, actually being decent, put Ron down carefully and leaned his body on the wall. Then he pounded the painting that sealed the Gryffindor's entrance three hard times. It didn't take long for someone to open the entrance. Course, who else would it have been besides Potter?

"Malfoy?" Harry was surprised. Why was Malfoy here? What business did he have? "Why are you here?" Draco didn't answer as quick as possible and when he started to say something Harry cut him off. "If you haven't got anything, quit wasting both our time." Then as he was about to close the entrance, Draco's hand intervened.

"It's about that redhead friend of yours, Potter," Draco spat. "He seemed to have lost his way and knocked himself unconscious. As Head Boy, it was my duty to return a troublesome vermin…back to where it came from."

"You! What'd you do to Ron, you bastard!" Harry stepped out of the entrance. He saw a shadow down on the ground from the corner of his eye and quickly jerked his head back to see what it was. It was Ron and he was lying on the ground, no longer leaning on the wall. "Ron!" Harry knelt down to his friend and slapped his face lightly, trying to wake him up. When he couldn't, he turned back to Draco, shot up, and went up, face to face with him. "Malfoy, you'll pay for whatever you did to my friend," growled Harry.

Draco didn't falter. Not his stance, his posture or his complete eye contact with Harry. He stood his grounds while at the same time, flashing Harry a smile. "Like I said, I found him like that."

"Like hell!"

"Listen here, Potter." Draco lost that smile he had a moment ago. "If I really had done that ass harm, I wouldn't have left him still complete. I would've brought him back broken. And by broken, I mean broken in every way. Emotionally, physically and mentally. In fact, I wouldn't have even bothered to drag his fat ass here. But I did and I didn't, didn't I?" Draco took a step back. "I did bother bringing him back to you and your stupid fellow Gryffindors. But at the same time, I didn't do him any harm. And I didn't break him." Then, he took another step back. "Believe me, if I could I would…but I didn't." Not this time, Draco thought. Turning on his heel, Draco turned back around and started walking back to his dorm.

Harry watched Draco until he couldn't see him anymore. He was still enraged by that cocky bastard. He just knew that he was involved somehow, but then again…He did make a good point. Why bother bringing Ron back?

Harry knelt down to get Ron up so that they could go back inside. Just when he was about to lift, Ron's eyes slowly, but surely, started to open.

"H-Harry…?"

"Ron! A-Are you okay?" Harry really didn't know what else to say.

"Ah…yeah," Ron rubbed his eyes. "Eh, you don't need to…help me anymore. Here, I can stand." Harry let Ron go, just like he wanted. Ron staggered a bit before regaining his balance completely. "C-Come on. Let's go," he yawned, "back in."

"Alright."

"I need to find Lavender. I've got some things to say to her… ugh, my bloody head hurts."

"Why? Why do you need Lavender?" asked Harry, suspiciously.

"She's my girlfriend, Harry." Ron gave him a look. "Have you honestly forgotten?"

"No…I thought you did."

Ron started to laugh loudly. He couldn't help it. He thought Harry was so hilarious. "Nice one, Harry! Come one. Me forget about Lavender? Never!"

"Ron…"

When Draco got back to his own dorm, he was greeted by the man in the painting again. "How you done the deed, young soldier?" he asked in a deep, artificial voice.

Draco gave him a small chuckle. "Sure."

"Alright, I might as well let you in now. But first. You must say the password."

"Reticent Bogart," said Draco as his eyes wandered. Because he did this, he was able to spot the flowers that Ron had dropped as he fell. Hesitantly, he picked the flowers up.

"You may enter." Then his dorm's entrance swung open. Draco held the flowers delicately in his hands. When the portrait shut off the exit behind him, he realized that he had no use for the worthless things. He walked in the common room and was about to just throw them at the window, which would have landed them just under the moonlight, but he stopped when he heard a door open, looked up and saw Hermione come out.

"What've you got there?" she asked.

"Um…flowers…?" Draco replied awkwardly.

"Hm…what for?" Hermione asked, sounding like she could've cared less. "For one of you little lovers?"

"Actually…" Draco said, carefully. "They're for…you. Yeah, for you. And…you…you better accept it because I went through a hell of a lot to make these!"

"You made those?" Hermione asked. She really was shocked and impressed at the same time. She really couldn't picture Draco making flowers with magic. He wasn't the type to.

"Yes, now here!" He held them out. "Take them so I don't feel stupid." He looked away. Even though he was never really the real owner of those flowers, he still felt embarrassed to be doing this. When Hermione didn't take them immediately, he turned his head back to her. "Come on…just place take them, Hermione…"

Hermione sighed, but she did give him a small smile. Slowly, she walked to him and took hold on the flowers. Once she grabbed flowers, Draco used his other hand to quickly pull her closer to him and released his other hand's hold on the flowers. Then he pulled a away a bit to look at her face directly. "Am I now forgiven?"

Hermione tried to put down an uprising smile, which gave Draco hope. "We'll see." As let down as Draco felt, he felt like applauding her for some reason for evading his question. "Well, maybe a little bit. I mean, if you did go through all that trouble like you said you did."

Draco laughed and wrapped his arms around Hermione, who was shocked by this action. "You have no idea, Granger. No idea at all!"

' I love it when unexpected things just come together,' Draco happily thought.

A/N: LOL didn't expect me updating so early huh! WELL WHATEVER! I dont know. I felt suddenly motivated. Besides, I've got a stupid promotion speech to work on due tuesday and to that i say FUDGIN BUNNY!

About Draco on his knees: Sorry, the anime-Fangirl (shoujo lover) in my came out for a second there! Sorry if it was out of line. I'm a shoujo fan :O

About Ron coming back: Many of you guys didn't like that...even my DeviantArt readers didn't like that. The only difference is that they were more...girlish toward it? I dont know. :P

Originally, Draco was going to drag Ron's body in a closet again and delibrately(sp?) steal the flowers away but...someone mentioned what he'd do WITHOUT the portrait guy seeing and all.. so i created another twist! He's a pretty smart painting. he knows blaise ;) and Draco.

Anyways, like it, love it, hate it, REVIEW IT :)

PS: LOOK UP THE SONG WRITTEN IN THE STARS IF YOU DONT KNOW IT! My friend Logan introduced me to that song..i hate him :(

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