Draco stared at him. "How... What... How?" He stammered.
Ron smiled wryly. "How about we go to somewhere we can talk privately, perhaps your room." Draco smirked. "What do you find funny about this situation Malfoy?" Ron snapped.
"Sorry, it is just that I had always hoped a girl would say that to me. Instead, I get a guy, and to top it all off, a dead one. Just my luck," he muttered to himself. Ron frowned. "Never mind Weasley, follow me, my room is up this way.
Draco led the ghost of Ronald Weasley up three flights of stairs to his room. He opened the door, and waved Ron in. Draco sat on the bed, while Ron floated near the window, looking out over the vast back yard.
"Well, as it seems you have no clue, I might as well tell you I was killed by You-Know-Who, I guess it was yesterday, I am surprised you haven't heard." Draco stared at him, and Ron continued. "I guess You-Know-Who thought we knew too much, or something. But anyways, he came in, himself, and told my father something in Latin. My father went all white, and You-Know-Who used the Avada Kadavra curse on him. He turned to my mum and did the same to her. He got Fred, but not George, because he was out with his girl friend, and myself. Ginny is okay though, she was at Hermione's."
Draco actually felt bad for him. "Well, that makes no sense though, why did you come back? You shouldn't have. Does Harry know?" Draco surprised himself by asking about Harry. Normally, he wouldn't give a damn about Harry. Ron seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
"Well, actually, I don't think he knows. They are trying to keep it under cover I guess." Ron sighed. "I wish I knew why I came back." He frowned darkly. "Why I came back here."
Draco shrugged, and the ghost of Ron sighed once more. "Well, Ron, if it makes you feel any better, I have a crisis of my own going on." Ron looked up, interested. "Lucius, my father, died."
"I'm sorry" Ron said, not looking sorry at all. Draco didn't care.
"Well, it doesn't bug me any. Oh, and get this, to top it all off, he wasn't my real father." Ron looked at him curiously.
"Well, if he wasn't, then who is?"
Draco grinned. "Guess."
"Okay, uh, You-Know-Who?" Draco frowned and shook his head.
"It hurts me to think anyone would think I am that evil," Draco sniffed. "I might as well tell you, before you insult me any more." He paused. "Snape."
The ghost of Ron stared at him, then started to laugh. "You have got to be kidding!"
"Nope, I am serious. As a matter of fact, my mum and him are downstairs right now, planning on getting married, most likely." Ron stopped laughing.
"Draco Snape?" And he started laughing again. Draco did not think it was funny. But Ron had a point, it did sound really crappy.
"Maybe.... You...Should.... Change...Your...Name..." Ron suggested through laughs.
Draco looked at him seriously. "Maybe I should. Any suggestions?"
Ron looked at him strangely. "You're serious aren't you?" Draco nodded. "Well, what about.... Brian? Nah, never mind, sounds dumb.... Josh, Nope, never mind ex-nay that one... Uh... Why don't you just keep Malfoy?"
Draco shrugged. "Maybe I will." He thought a moment. "Come on, why don't you come downstairs with me and find out if they have set the wedding date yet. I will also need to tell Snape about your, er... misfortune." Draco started out the door.
"Oh god, wait." Draco stopped. "How are you going to break it to Harry? I was his best friend." Draco turned around and stared at him.
"Me, break it to him? How come you can't?" Draco asked him.
"Well, I cannot, you see, because I just realized why I am here."
"Well, why?" Draco asked him curiously.
Ron puffed up importantly. "I am to tell you, 'third down, fifth over, four taps.'"
"What the hell does that mean?" Ron shrugged. "Okay, I can't think of anything that will help me with."
"Well, I was to tell you to remember it, because it will come in handy in a time of great need." Ron frowned. "Tell Harry I will miss him. And tell him he better take care of my sister, since she has almost no family left. I have got to go. It is time."
Draco noticed that Ron was getting even mistier and more see through than before. "Bye Weasley."
And he was gone.
A/N I am so sorry that I killed Ron!!!! But I needed something to be different!! Please, no flames just cause he died, it is just part of the story!!!! (To all the Ron lovers, don't worry; he may make some more ghostly appearances!)
Ron smiled wryly. "How about we go to somewhere we can talk privately, perhaps your room." Draco smirked. "What do you find funny about this situation Malfoy?" Ron snapped.
"Sorry, it is just that I had always hoped a girl would say that to me. Instead, I get a guy, and to top it all off, a dead one. Just my luck," he muttered to himself. Ron frowned. "Never mind Weasley, follow me, my room is up this way.
Draco led the ghost of Ronald Weasley up three flights of stairs to his room. He opened the door, and waved Ron in. Draco sat on the bed, while Ron floated near the window, looking out over the vast back yard.
"Well, as it seems you have no clue, I might as well tell you I was killed by You-Know-Who, I guess it was yesterday, I am surprised you haven't heard." Draco stared at him, and Ron continued. "I guess You-Know-Who thought we knew too much, or something. But anyways, he came in, himself, and told my father something in Latin. My father went all white, and You-Know-Who used the Avada Kadavra curse on him. He turned to my mum and did the same to her. He got Fred, but not George, because he was out with his girl friend, and myself. Ginny is okay though, she was at Hermione's."
Draco actually felt bad for him. "Well, that makes no sense though, why did you come back? You shouldn't have. Does Harry know?" Draco surprised himself by asking about Harry. Normally, he wouldn't give a damn about Harry. Ron seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
"Well, actually, I don't think he knows. They are trying to keep it under cover I guess." Ron sighed. "I wish I knew why I came back." He frowned darkly. "Why I came back here."
Draco shrugged, and the ghost of Ron sighed once more. "Well, Ron, if it makes you feel any better, I have a crisis of my own going on." Ron looked up, interested. "Lucius, my father, died."
"I'm sorry" Ron said, not looking sorry at all. Draco didn't care.
"Well, it doesn't bug me any. Oh, and get this, to top it all off, he wasn't my real father." Ron looked at him curiously.
"Well, if he wasn't, then who is?"
Draco grinned. "Guess."
"Okay, uh, You-Know-Who?" Draco frowned and shook his head.
"It hurts me to think anyone would think I am that evil," Draco sniffed. "I might as well tell you, before you insult me any more." He paused. "Snape."
The ghost of Ron stared at him, then started to laugh. "You have got to be kidding!"
"Nope, I am serious. As a matter of fact, my mum and him are downstairs right now, planning on getting married, most likely." Ron stopped laughing.
"Draco Snape?" And he started laughing again. Draco did not think it was funny. But Ron had a point, it did sound really crappy.
"Maybe.... You...Should.... Change...Your...Name..." Ron suggested through laughs.
Draco looked at him seriously. "Maybe I should. Any suggestions?"
Ron looked at him strangely. "You're serious aren't you?" Draco nodded. "Well, what about.... Brian? Nah, never mind, sounds dumb.... Josh, Nope, never mind ex-nay that one... Uh... Why don't you just keep Malfoy?"
Draco shrugged. "Maybe I will." He thought a moment. "Come on, why don't you come downstairs with me and find out if they have set the wedding date yet. I will also need to tell Snape about your, er... misfortune." Draco started out the door.
"Oh god, wait." Draco stopped. "How are you going to break it to Harry? I was his best friend." Draco turned around and stared at him.
"Me, break it to him? How come you can't?" Draco asked him.
"Well, I cannot, you see, because I just realized why I am here."
"Well, why?" Draco asked him curiously.
Ron puffed up importantly. "I am to tell you, 'third down, fifth over, four taps.'"
"What the hell does that mean?" Ron shrugged. "Okay, I can't think of anything that will help me with."
"Well, I was to tell you to remember it, because it will come in handy in a time of great need." Ron frowned. "Tell Harry I will miss him. And tell him he better take care of my sister, since she has almost no family left. I have got to go. It is time."
Draco noticed that Ron was getting even mistier and more see through than before. "Bye Weasley."
And he was gone.
A/N I am so sorry that I killed Ron!!!! But I needed something to be different!! Please, no flames just cause he died, it is just part of the story!!!! (To all the Ron lovers, don't worry; he may make some more ghostly appearances!)