CHAPTER 3- THAT KISS
(A/N: yet another chapter to my r/h trilogy. I have taken a liking to anything Draco. Therefore, be prepared for anything from d/g to a h/d slash as I am writing this with ideas that come into my head as I go along. I have never done a slash before, so i may do that, or i like the chemistry of d/g. YOU MAY NEVER KNOW...)
Ron ran into the Great Hall for breakfast. "Dammit, I hate sleeping late." he thought. He scanned the Gryffindor table for the face that would send his heart beating wildly and his head spin. He spotted that face and ran over.
"Hey" he said to Harry and Hermione as he sat down. He gave Hermione a quick kiss on the cheek. She grinned as she reached out for his hand.
"You slept late", she pointed out.
"I know...remind me when we go to Hogsmeade that i need a new alarm clock. I sort of broke mine" Ron said.
"How did you break it?" asked Harry with a mouthful of pancakes.
"I sort of chucked it at the wall" replied Ron sheepishly. Harry was laughing so hard that he nearly choked on his breakfast. Hermione giggled merrily. "It sounds like wind chimes" thought Ron vaguely, "My wind song.."
"Oh, no look who slept late too" said Harry, his laughter dying away. Draco Malfoy with his pale face and icy blue eyes had entered the Great Hall. He seemed to mirthlessly do away with all joy in the room. The enchanted ceiling even seemed to cloud over. The boy of all things sorrowful walked over to the group, with his ice eyes on Ginny, Ron's little sister. His eyes on her, Ginny felt uncomfortable, yet she couldnt tear her own large brown eyes away from his. She felt that there was something about Draco that made her heart beat faster.
"Fuck off, Malfoy", growled Ron protective of his sister.
"Well looky here, Weasle and Grangy together at last. How sickly sweet. Good the fuck for you", drawled Draco with his usual miserable tone.
"I said, fuck off, Malfoy", Ron repeated.
"And I heard you, Weasle", said Draco, "Uh, Ginny, I mean, Little Weasle, could i talk to you a second?"
"You arent going anywhere with my sister".
"I was talking to Little Weasle, Oversized Weasle". Ginny looked back and forth through Ron and Draco.
"Alright, Malfoy, you have a minute" she said finally.
"Ginny..." Ron started.
"Ron, be quiet". snapped Ginny as she followed Draco out of the Great Hall. Ron's eyes followed her out of the hall. He knew that she would be okay because she would kick any guy's ass if given the chance. It was that goofy look on Malfoy's face that worried him. Draco and Ginny walked down the corridor until they were certain they wouldnt be heard. He turned to Ginny, the mirth gone from his eyes.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" asked Ginny.
"I need to tell you something" replied Draco nervously.
"What?"
"I...I think...I dont...But..I really.." sputtered Draco.
"Spit it out already!" said Ginny impatiently.
"Im in love with you" Draco blurted out finally. Ginny was dumbfounded. Her expression turned from sad, to angry, to soft.
"I always knew there was something loving in you, Draco Malfoy" she whispered as she flung her arms around his neck. Draco held her tightly back. Suddenly, Ginny tore away from his grasp. Her eyes went from brown to fire. She punched him hard in the eye.
"OW! What the hell was that for?"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course I am, why didnt you think I was?" Draco stared at Ginny in disbelief, his eyes welling up.
"Oh Draco, Im sorry" Ginny cried as she gave him a sweet kiss. "I guess you know what will happen if you EVER try and hurt me" she said after they pulled away.
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Ron was in Defense Against Dark Arts, wallowing in boredom as the newly reinstated Professor Lockhart was teaching of his battle with a grindylow.
"They're easy to beat" muttered Ron "Why does he have to teach it all over again and put up this fake act?"
"He is a great writer, though" whispered Hermione.
"He stole all his work!"
"I mean grammarwise"
"Oh...well yeah thats probably all the editor"
"Well...youre right"
"Never thought Id hear that from you"
"Shut up" Hermione hit Ron lightly ont he arm. The simple contact made Ron shiver with delight. Lockhart drawled on and on until the class was over.
"Just my luck, History of Magic next. Damn..."
"Not for me, I have Arithmancy next!"
"History is a boring class but thats not the reason i dont want to go".
"Then why dont you want to go? The history of magic is fascinating I find. Especially the lesson about.." Ron cut Hermione off with a kiss. He placed his hands gently around her waist as Hermione slipped her arms around his neck.
"Thats why" said Ron, after pulling out of the kiss. Hermione smiled her beautiful smile as she left for the stairs. Ron watched her until he couldnt see her anymore. Throughout the next class, Ron didnt pay one ounce of attention to the teacher. He spent it writing a poem. He poured out his heart onto the parchment. When he finished, he couldnt wait one more minute until lunch, so he could give Hermione his poem. He imagined her beautiful smile and sparkling brown eyes. He sighed contentedly and slid back into his chair, into one of him fantasies, the one where he and Hermione were having a romantic night in the hollow of the Whomping Willow....the blue flames floating above, creating a misty light in Hermiones curly hair..... an idea sprang into his head. He snatched a piece of parchment out of his bag and quickly started to write an important leter to Sirus. He turned to where Harry sat to ask him abotu Sirus's whereabouts, but there was only an empty chair next to him.
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Hermione was hard at work on her problems for Arithmancy. She kept staring off into space, with only thoghts of Ron. She missed him and it had only been about ten minutes. She shook herself out of her fantasy world. Hermione glanced across the room where Viktor and Fleur were sitting. According to Parvati Patil, they had recently gotten together after Fleur had found out what kind of a guy Roger Davies really was. She grimaced in anger, it had only been a week since she and Viktor had broken up and he couldnt possibly be so in love with Fleur Delacour as she could see. He was all over her. She was sure he felt the same way about her and Ron being together, but Fleur was sucha a slut! Hermione shook off the jealous feeling and stared down at her Arithmancy book. All the words were in Greek to her, she could only think about Ron and what he was doing right at that very moment.
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Int he dank darkness of the Owlery, Harry sat with a piece of blank parchment lying in his lap. What could he write that could make Draco change his mind about Ginny? He sighed, frusturated. Those ice blue eyes just appeared in his mind and made his stomach churn. God he loved him since the day he saw him in Madame Malkins. He always read about feelings like this...guy teases guy incessantly, guy 2 falls in love with guy 1....it made his entire life so complicated. No one would like the fact that he was gay at all...especially Ron..not that he cared anymore now that he had his precious Hermione, he could care less about how Harry was heartaching over their archenemy. He had lost his best freinds and his only love. He had no reason to live anymore. He could kill himself now and he could be with his parents instead of here in feathery floor of the Owlery, wallowing in his misery. He wanted to leave and get away from everything. Maybe someday int he distant future, Ron, Hermione and Draco would realize he was gone. (A/N: Fani!! slash!!! im not a homophobe...)
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Sirus-
I have this BRILLIANT idea for me and Hermione and the Whomping Willow. You have to tell me the way to get into it from the outside. Please Owl back right away
-Ron
(A/N: yet another chapter to my r/h trilogy. I have taken a liking to anything Draco. Therefore, be prepared for anything from d/g to a h/d slash as I am writing this with ideas that come into my head as I go along. I have never done a slash before, so i may do that, or i like the chemistry of d/g. YOU MAY NEVER KNOW...)
Ron ran into the Great Hall for breakfast. "Dammit, I hate sleeping late." he thought. He scanned the Gryffindor table for the face that would send his heart beating wildly and his head spin. He spotted that face and ran over.
"Hey" he said to Harry and Hermione as he sat down. He gave Hermione a quick kiss on the cheek. She grinned as she reached out for his hand.
"You slept late", she pointed out.
"I know...remind me when we go to Hogsmeade that i need a new alarm clock. I sort of broke mine" Ron said.
"How did you break it?" asked Harry with a mouthful of pancakes.
"I sort of chucked it at the wall" replied Ron sheepishly. Harry was laughing so hard that he nearly choked on his breakfast. Hermione giggled merrily. "It sounds like wind chimes" thought Ron vaguely, "My wind song.."
"Oh, no look who slept late too" said Harry, his laughter dying away. Draco Malfoy with his pale face and icy blue eyes had entered the Great Hall. He seemed to mirthlessly do away with all joy in the room. The enchanted ceiling even seemed to cloud over. The boy of all things sorrowful walked over to the group, with his ice eyes on Ginny, Ron's little sister. His eyes on her, Ginny felt uncomfortable, yet she couldnt tear her own large brown eyes away from his. She felt that there was something about Draco that made her heart beat faster.
"Fuck off, Malfoy", growled Ron protective of his sister.
"Well looky here, Weasle and Grangy together at last. How sickly sweet. Good the fuck for you", drawled Draco with his usual miserable tone.
"I said, fuck off, Malfoy", Ron repeated.
"And I heard you, Weasle", said Draco, "Uh, Ginny, I mean, Little Weasle, could i talk to you a second?"
"You arent going anywhere with my sister".
"I was talking to Little Weasle, Oversized Weasle". Ginny looked back and forth through Ron and Draco.
"Alright, Malfoy, you have a minute" she said finally.
"Ginny..." Ron started.
"Ron, be quiet". snapped Ginny as she followed Draco out of the Great Hall. Ron's eyes followed her out of the hall. He knew that she would be okay because she would kick any guy's ass if given the chance. It was that goofy look on Malfoy's face that worried him. Draco and Ginny walked down the corridor until they were certain they wouldnt be heard. He turned to Ginny, the mirth gone from his eyes.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" asked Ginny.
"I need to tell you something" replied Draco nervously.
"What?"
"I...I think...I dont...But..I really.." sputtered Draco.
"Spit it out already!" said Ginny impatiently.
"Im in love with you" Draco blurted out finally. Ginny was dumbfounded. Her expression turned from sad, to angry, to soft.
"I always knew there was something loving in you, Draco Malfoy" she whispered as she flung her arms around his neck. Draco held her tightly back. Suddenly, Ginny tore away from his grasp. Her eyes went from brown to fire. She punched him hard in the eye.
"OW! What the hell was that for?"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course I am, why didnt you think I was?" Draco stared at Ginny in disbelief, his eyes welling up.
"Oh Draco, Im sorry" Ginny cried as she gave him a sweet kiss. "I guess you know what will happen if you EVER try and hurt me" she said after they pulled away.
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Ron was in Defense Against Dark Arts, wallowing in boredom as the newly reinstated Professor Lockhart was teaching of his battle with a grindylow.
"They're easy to beat" muttered Ron "Why does he have to teach it all over again and put up this fake act?"
"He is a great writer, though" whispered Hermione.
"He stole all his work!"
"I mean grammarwise"
"Oh...well yeah thats probably all the editor"
"Well...youre right"
"Never thought Id hear that from you"
"Shut up" Hermione hit Ron lightly ont he arm. The simple contact made Ron shiver with delight. Lockhart drawled on and on until the class was over.
"Just my luck, History of Magic next. Damn..."
"Not for me, I have Arithmancy next!"
"History is a boring class but thats not the reason i dont want to go".
"Then why dont you want to go? The history of magic is fascinating I find. Especially the lesson about.." Ron cut Hermione off with a kiss. He placed his hands gently around her waist as Hermione slipped her arms around his neck.
"Thats why" said Ron, after pulling out of the kiss. Hermione smiled her beautiful smile as she left for the stairs. Ron watched her until he couldnt see her anymore. Throughout the next class, Ron didnt pay one ounce of attention to the teacher. He spent it writing a poem. He poured out his heart onto the parchment. When he finished, he couldnt wait one more minute until lunch, so he could give Hermione his poem. He imagined her beautiful smile and sparkling brown eyes. He sighed contentedly and slid back into his chair, into one of him fantasies, the one where he and Hermione were having a romantic night in the hollow of the Whomping Willow....the blue flames floating above, creating a misty light in Hermiones curly hair..... an idea sprang into his head. He snatched a piece of parchment out of his bag and quickly started to write an important leter to Sirus. He turned to where Harry sat to ask him abotu Sirus's whereabouts, but there was only an empty chair next to him.
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Hermione was hard at work on her problems for Arithmancy. She kept staring off into space, with only thoghts of Ron. She missed him and it had only been about ten minutes. She shook herself out of her fantasy world. Hermione glanced across the room where Viktor and Fleur were sitting. According to Parvati Patil, they had recently gotten together after Fleur had found out what kind of a guy Roger Davies really was. She grimaced in anger, it had only been a week since she and Viktor had broken up and he couldnt possibly be so in love with Fleur Delacour as she could see. He was all over her. She was sure he felt the same way about her and Ron being together, but Fleur was sucha a slut! Hermione shook off the jealous feeling and stared down at her Arithmancy book. All the words were in Greek to her, she could only think about Ron and what he was doing right at that very moment.
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Int he dank darkness of the Owlery, Harry sat with a piece of blank parchment lying in his lap. What could he write that could make Draco change his mind about Ginny? He sighed, frusturated. Those ice blue eyes just appeared in his mind and made his stomach churn. God he loved him since the day he saw him in Madame Malkins. He always read about feelings like this...guy teases guy incessantly, guy 2 falls in love with guy 1....it made his entire life so complicated. No one would like the fact that he was gay at all...especially Ron..not that he cared anymore now that he had his precious Hermione, he could care less about how Harry was heartaching over their archenemy. He had lost his best freinds and his only love. He had no reason to live anymore. He could kill himself now and he could be with his parents instead of here in feathery floor of the Owlery, wallowing in his misery. He wanted to leave and get away from everything. Maybe someday int he distant future, Ron, Hermione and Draco would realize he was gone. (A/N: Fani!! slash!!! im not a homophobe...)
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Sirus-
I have this BRILLIANT idea for me and Hermione and the Whomping Willow. You have to tell me the way to get into it from the outside. Please Owl back right away
-Ron