A/N: Thanx for the responses! I really appreciate them! I'm sorry for
taking so long on this chapter and for the slight Ron OOC-ness! Read and
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"Ron," I repeat. Please, tell me I made a mistake, is what I repeat over and over in my head. This is the last thing I want Ron to see me doing. But I soon get my answer from the plaid pajamas clad boy.
"Malfoy?" He steps out from behind the shadows so that now we can see one another. "Malfoy! What are you doing?!" he exclaims, horror written on his face.
I don't answer him. I keep my head down, not wanting to see what his reaction is. Time ticks away as we both try to take in our current situation. The only sound was of the shower running at full force.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" I stutter. We once again fell into another long period of silence until Ron replied:
"This is the Gryffindor bathroom," he steps a little bit closer.
"Oh," How did I end up in the Gryffindor bathrooms? No matter, I'm more worried about Ron's curious eyes on me. I wish I had paid more attention in Transfiguration. At least I would know how to change myself into water or blend in with the background. "What do you want?"
He didn't respond; he came into the designated shower area and sat down next to me.
"Hold on. Don't want to see all of this." He grabs the nearest item of clothing and covers me with my soiled robe. "I love just sitting in the showers too. You know that's what I came in here to do? It seems to help clear my mind when there's a lot going on."
"Sure Weasley," I move over a bit so he can sit under the spray of water. "What could possibly be troubling you? Let me see.should you finally find a way to make your father realize that there is nothing in the whole Muggle business and he should go into a more viable field of the wizarding world? Maybe you're wondering if you should stay in the shadows of your friends or join the dark side like many others suspect. Or your wondering if you should go up to the dorms and fuck Potter's brains out." I said, finally giving light to some of the many questions I had for Ron.
He sighed deeply, "No, I was wondering what is wrong with Malfoy. I wanted to know what was going on with my partner that made him have a little outburst in the halls yesterday. But since the source of my confusion is sitting next to me, what's wrong?"
I looked over to my left and was immediately greeted with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. I quickly darted my eyes upward, noticing how his vivid red hair was now a blood red or the color of a rich and vintage red wine. I've suddenly become aware of my nakedness and of Ron's nonchalant attitude towards it.
"Nothing Weasley," I mutter.
"If it's about your current situation', you know, your nakedness, don't worry about it. I've lived in a house with nine people and only two bathrooms; you get use to seeing people in their birthday suits. So I know that's not the problem, but what you just told me was a bold face lie. What's really the matter?"
I dig in the pants pocket and pull out the few coins my father deposited to me earlier.
"This," I place them in his hand.
"Your money? I thought this is what gave you the greatest happiness?" He stared curiously at the golden lucre.
"No, it's the meaning behind it," I wish he wasn't so dense. I'm sitting here, bleeding, and he wonders what's wrong?! But I can't get mad at him. He doesn't now what's going on in my life. If only he was interested in the truth of my life, not the happy, well arrogant, front I put up.
"Power? I don't know. Tell me! I'm worried about you believe it or not." He pleaded
"Not now. I feel dizzy and nauseous. Ask me this later.when I feel better." I mumble.
"Oh.Oh! Yeah, I was wondering about that. Come on, let's get your clothes on."
I weakly nod my head in response. He turns off the water and grabs my clothes that were scattered about the room. I stand up slowly and put on my pants and shirt.
"Easy now," he whispered, "We are going to the hospital wing." He placed an arm under me to support my weight. I fought off unconsciousness until I heard him whisper, 'We're here'.
Next thing I see is darkness.
"Ron," I repeat. Please, tell me I made a mistake, is what I repeat over and over in my head. This is the last thing I want Ron to see me doing. But I soon get my answer from the plaid pajamas clad boy.
"Malfoy?" He steps out from behind the shadows so that now we can see one another. "Malfoy! What are you doing?!" he exclaims, horror written on his face.
I don't answer him. I keep my head down, not wanting to see what his reaction is. Time ticks away as we both try to take in our current situation. The only sound was of the shower running at full force.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" I stutter. We once again fell into another long period of silence until Ron replied:
"This is the Gryffindor bathroom," he steps a little bit closer.
"Oh," How did I end up in the Gryffindor bathrooms? No matter, I'm more worried about Ron's curious eyes on me. I wish I had paid more attention in Transfiguration. At least I would know how to change myself into water or blend in with the background. "What do you want?"
He didn't respond; he came into the designated shower area and sat down next to me.
"Hold on. Don't want to see all of this." He grabs the nearest item of clothing and covers me with my soiled robe. "I love just sitting in the showers too. You know that's what I came in here to do? It seems to help clear my mind when there's a lot going on."
"Sure Weasley," I move over a bit so he can sit under the spray of water. "What could possibly be troubling you? Let me see.should you finally find a way to make your father realize that there is nothing in the whole Muggle business and he should go into a more viable field of the wizarding world? Maybe you're wondering if you should stay in the shadows of your friends or join the dark side like many others suspect. Or your wondering if you should go up to the dorms and fuck Potter's brains out." I said, finally giving light to some of the many questions I had for Ron.
He sighed deeply, "No, I was wondering what is wrong with Malfoy. I wanted to know what was going on with my partner that made him have a little outburst in the halls yesterday. But since the source of my confusion is sitting next to me, what's wrong?"
I looked over to my left and was immediately greeted with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. I quickly darted my eyes upward, noticing how his vivid red hair was now a blood red or the color of a rich and vintage red wine. I've suddenly become aware of my nakedness and of Ron's nonchalant attitude towards it.
"Nothing Weasley," I mutter.
"If it's about your current situation', you know, your nakedness, don't worry about it. I've lived in a house with nine people and only two bathrooms; you get use to seeing people in their birthday suits. So I know that's not the problem, but what you just told me was a bold face lie. What's really the matter?"
I dig in the pants pocket and pull out the few coins my father deposited to me earlier.
"This," I place them in his hand.
"Your money? I thought this is what gave you the greatest happiness?" He stared curiously at the golden lucre.
"No, it's the meaning behind it," I wish he wasn't so dense. I'm sitting here, bleeding, and he wonders what's wrong?! But I can't get mad at him. He doesn't now what's going on in my life. If only he was interested in the truth of my life, not the happy, well arrogant, front I put up.
"Power? I don't know. Tell me! I'm worried about you believe it or not." He pleaded
"Not now. I feel dizzy and nauseous. Ask me this later.when I feel better." I mumble.
"Oh.Oh! Yeah, I was wondering about that. Come on, let's get your clothes on."
I weakly nod my head in response. He turns off the water and grabs my clothes that were scattered about the room. I stand up slowly and put on my pants and shirt.
"Easy now," he whispered, "We are going to the hospital wing." He placed an arm under me to support my weight. I fought off unconsciousness until I heard him whisper, 'We're here'.
Next thing I see is darkness.
