Title: Concerning Ron and the Weasley Twins
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: (none)
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Many more thanks to all who've reviewed...wow, 36 reviews in just a couple of days! ^___^;
A/N II: Agghhh.... *starts singing* I am going slowly crazy, 1 2 3 4 5 6 switch...slowly going am I crazy, 6 5 4 3 2 1 switch! *stops singing, and stares at all the people staring at her* Well, you'd be singing stupid songs your dad taught you too, if you'd've done four Oekakis, reworked a whole story, and redone your website all in one day, not to mention having company and eating a meal! I mean, a family meal takes some time, you know! Err...ehehe....back to reality now. Enjoy the chap.
A/N III: I promise this is the last one. I just wanted to say that some people had a problem with me having Draco exclaim "Jesus!". I've fixed that, as I realised it offended me, too, so now he says what I say. "Valar!" =)
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Harry's rose had an extraordinary amount of petals, as it didn't seem to be getting any smaller. *What a stupid way to spend my Valentine's Day,* Harry thought. *Ron was right. We should have gone to see Fred and George. At least then I'd be warm. It's extraordinarily stupid to wander around in the cold, following a rose.* His mind made up, Harry tossed the rose onto the ground.
It jumped right back into his hand. *Lovely,* thought Harry wryly. *Guess I'm stuck with it now.* Resignedly, he continued walking where his feet and his rose led him. *Another cloak would have been nice,* Harry thought, colder than ever. *Or a nice, warm Butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks...or anything but just walking around out here in the cold like this...* Getting sudden inspiration, he shifted his rose from his right hand to his left hand and pulled out his wand. The rose jumped back into his right hand.
*Great, so I have to work left-handed. Okay then,* he thought, switching his wand over to his left. Pointing it awkwardly at himself, Harry mumbled the word, "Insulamario!" A jet of hot red light came out of his wand, and his left hand (not being strong enough to hold the wand straight) jerked, sending the beam of light into a patch of snow nearby. Harry sighed and tried again. This time he managed to not miss himself, and a circle of warm air engulfed him. *That's better,* he thought, putting his wand away.
Harry continued in this fashion for quite some time, mumbling to himself and occasionally recasting the Insulamario spell for warmth.
"This is stupid, I could be doing so many other things right now. I could be practising Quidditch, I could be eating, I could be - oomph!" Harry's rambling was cut off as he slammed into someone and fell to the ground.
There, standing over him, was Draco Malfoy. Both of the boys stared at each other for a moment, too surprised to say anything. Harry looked at his rose; there was one petal left.
The last petal fluttered to the ground.
Draco looked at his rose, then at Harry, then back at the rose. He stuck the rose in his teeth and fished something out of his robe. Draco took the rose out of his teeth and handed a piece of parchment to Harry, then proceeded to sit on a rock and cross his arms. Harry unrolled the scroll and looked the parchment over.
It was a charcoal drawing of a dragon, with a rose petal in his mouth. Harry glanced back at Draco. Draco's rose's last petal fluttered to the ground. The Slytherin tapped his foot on the ground as he waited for Harry to say something. When he made no move to do so, Draco uncrossed his arms.
"Just returning what's yours," Draco said finally. "Figured you might want it back."
"Malfoy, being solicitous? Be still my beating heart," Harry said.
"Fine, I won't be polite, if that's what floats your boat," Draco shot back. There was a slight pause. Suddenly, Harry started laughing. The blond boy raised an eyebrow at him. "Is something amusing?" he asked. Harry shook his head helplessly, continuing to laugh.
"Somehow, hearing a Malfoy using such a Muggle phrase....somehow that was amusing," Harry managed to get out. Now Draco was the one to shake his head. Another pause ensued, and then to Harry's surprise, Draco started laughing too.
"Somehow, I agree with you," he said. "So where are your two shadows, then?"
"If you mean Ron and Hermione," replied Harry, "they're not my shadows for one, and for another I don't know where they are. So where are *your* two shadows?"
"If you mean Crabbe and Goyle," said Draco in exactly the same way Harry had, "they're too big to be shadows for one, and for another, they're probably off snogging each other somewhere." The black-haired boy raised an eyebrow at the other boy. "Yes, Potter, you heard me right. Aren't you going to ask how I came about your picture?" Draco asked.
"I wasn't planning on it," Harry replied neutrally. "Though if you like, you can tell me." This seemed to put Draco off his track and another moment passed silently. "If you'll excuse me," Harry said finally. "I'm going to go find Ron and Hermione."
"I'll come with you," Draco offered, though it wasn't meant to be a question. Harry shrugged and walked toward the village, the other boy running after him. "Your friend dropped it. Granger did, I mean." When Harry said nothing, Draco continued: "It's a nice picture. Really." Harry stopped. "Really," Draco repeated. "It reminds me of you."
Harry started walking again, looking down at the ground as he did so. Draco caught up to him and stood in front of him. Harry, watching the ground, slammed into him.
"You did that on purpose," Harry accused.
"Yes," said Draco. "I did." He reached a hand out to help Harry up. The Gryffindor boy let Draco help him up. After Harry had stood up fully, it took him a few seconds to realise that he was still holding Draco's hand. Both boys blushed and dropped hands, looking at the ground. "Ermm...I guess I'd better....er...get back to Ron and Hermione...," stammered Harry nervously.
It wasn't long before Harry and Draco caught up with Ron and Hermione.
"Ron! Hermione!" panted Harry, running up beside his friends. "You still walking around?"
"No," said Ron, waving his petal-less rose at Harry. Hermione looked at Draco, then Harry, then smiled as though she knew something the others didn't. "What's he doing with you?" Ron asked, gesturing towards the blonde Slytherin. Draco and Harry glanced at each other. "You don't mean that him...and you...and...the rose?"
"We'll talk about it later, Ron," said Harry sharply. "Like, once we've got back to the school." *Like, once *I* know what's going on,* he thought silently. Ron sighed resignedly; he knew it was no good arguing.
"Say," said Hermione, breaking the sudden, awkward silence, "...weren't you the one who was complaining about how cold it was earlier? Let's go visit Fred and George."
The bell on the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes tinkled as the four cold students entered the shop. A red-haired young man came walking out of the back room, a big box of sweets in his arms.
"Oh, hello Ron, Hermione, Harry! About time you lot came to see us! Who've you got with you?" Draco was standing behind the three Gryffindors, unsure of what to do. "Oh, bloody hell," Fred said, recognising the blond Slytherin. "Don't tell me you've made friends with him!"
"I haven't," said Ron haughtily. "It's Harry who appeared back there in the village, dragging Malfoy around with him. It had nothing whatsoever to do with me!"
Hermione glanced from Fred to Ron to Harry to Draco nervously. "Be that as it may," she said, "I'd hardly think it matters what Harry was doing with Draco. Let him alone, unless he's not letting you alone. Understand?" She shot a sharp glance at her red-headed object of affection, so he would know exactly whom she was referring to. Ron shrugged meekly and began examining a shelf of sweets.
Draco shot Hermione a small smile of thanks. Hermione shrugged at him and joined Ron at the candy. It was painfully obvious to Draco that Ron wasn't exactly accepting of the situation yet, though at least Hermione seemed halfway okay with it. It was almost like she knew beforehand. *Though I wouldn't put it past her,* Draco thought, smiling crookedly at the Whizbees he was poking through.
"What's so funny?" asked a voice very close to his ear. Draco jumped and spun around, slamming straight into Harry.
"Valar!" he said, glaring at Harry. "Nearly gave me a heart attack, you did!" Harry grinned and spread his hands out in apology.
"I say," said George Weasley, who had just joined his twin at the counter. "It's not a Hogsmeade weekend. What're you doing out of Hogwarts?"
"Valentine's thing," replied Ron. "Stupid thing." Hermione nudged him. "What?" he asked, looking at Hermione. She said nothing. "What?!" Hermione gave him a small smile and put a sweet in his hand. Ron rolled his eyes.
"We'd better be getting back, you know," Draco reminded the three Gryffindors. "We don't know how long we have in Hogsmeade." Looking put- out, Ron paid for his items and left the shop with Hermione. Harry and Draco did the same a few moments later.
Draco eyed Ron, who was ahead of him. "So, Weasley," he said suddenly. "What's wrong with you?" Ron spun around.
"Other than the fact that my best friend is suddenly walking around with the person who is supposed to be his worst enemy? Couldn't be better," Ron said.
"He's not walking around with me," Draco said. "I'm walking around with him. I started following him first."
"Whatever," replied Ron, turning back around to Hermione. "Don't talk to me. I'm going to pretend you're not here and that this was just a really bad dream."
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TBC
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: (none)
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Many more thanks to all who've reviewed...wow, 36 reviews in just a couple of days! ^___^;
A/N II: Agghhh.... *starts singing* I am going slowly crazy, 1 2 3 4 5 6 switch...slowly going am I crazy, 6 5 4 3 2 1 switch! *stops singing, and stares at all the people staring at her* Well, you'd be singing stupid songs your dad taught you too, if you'd've done four Oekakis, reworked a whole story, and redone your website all in one day, not to mention having company and eating a meal! I mean, a family meal takes some time, you know! Err...ehehe....back to reality now. Enjoy the chap.
A/N III: I promise this is the last one. I just wanted to say that some people had a problem with me having Draco exclaim "Jesus!". I've fixed that, as I realised it offended me, too, so now he says what I say. "Valar!" =)
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Harry's rose had an extraordinary amount of petals, as it didn't seem to be getting any smaller. *What a stupid way to spend my Valentine's Day,* Harry thought. *Ron was right. We should have gone to see Fred and George. At least then I'd be warm. It's extraordinarily stupid to wander around in the cold, following a rose.* His mind made up, Harry tossed the rose onto the ground.
It jumped right back into his hand. *Lovely,* thought Harry wryly. *Guess I'm stuck with it now.* Resignedly, he continued walking where his feet and his rose led him. *Another cloak would have been nice,* Harry thought, colder than ever. *Or a nice, warm Butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks...or anything but just walking around out here in the cold like this...* Getting sudden inspiration, he shifted his rose from his right hand to his left hand and pulled out his wand. The rose jumped back into his right hand.
*Great, so I have to work left-handed. Okay then,* he thought, switching his wand over to his left. Pointing it awkwardly at himself, Harry mumbled the word, "Insulamario!" A jet of hot red light came out of his wand, and his left hand (not being strong enough to hold the wand straight) jerked, sending the beam of light into a patch of snow nearby. Harry sighed and tried again. This time he managed to not miss himself, and a circle of warm air engulfed him. *That's better,* he thought, putting his wand away.
Harry continued in this fashion for quite some time, mumbling to himself and occasionally recasting the Insulamario spell for warmth.
"This is stupid, I could be doing so many other things right now. I could be practising Quidditch, I could be eating, I could be - oomph!" Harry's rambling was cut off as he slammed into someone and fell to the ground.
There, standing over him, was Draco Malfoy. Both of the boys stared at each other for a moment, too surprised to say anything. Harry looked at his rose; there was one petal left.
The last petal fluttered to the ground.
Draco looked at his rose, then at Harry, then back at the rose. He stuck the rose in his teeth and fished something out of his robe. Draco took the rose out of his teeth and handed a piece of parchment to Harry, then proceeded to sit on a rock and cross his arms. Harry unrolled the scroll and looked the parchment over.
It was a charcoal drawing of a dragon, with a rose petal in his mouth. Harry glanced back at Draco. Draco's rose's last petal fluttered to the ground. The Slytherin tapped his foot on the ground as he waited for Harry to say something. When he made no move to do so, Draco uncrossed his arms.
"Just returning what's yours," Draco said finally. "Figured you might want it back."
"Malfoy, being solicitous? Be still my beating heart," Harry said.
"Fine, I won't be polite, if that's what floats your boat," Draco shot back. There was a slight pause. Suddenly, Harry started laughing. The blond boy raised an eyebrow at him. "Is something amusing?" he asked. Harry shook his head helplessly, continuing to laugh.
"Somehow, hearing a Malfoy using such a Muggle phrase....somehow that was amusing," Harry managed to get out. Now Draco was the one to shake his head. Another pause ensued, and then to Harry's surprise, Draco started laughing too.
"Somehow, I agree with you," he said. "So where are your two shadows, then?"
"If you mean Ron and Hermione," replied Harry, "they're not my shadows for one, and for another I don't know where they are. So where are *your* two shadows?"
"If you mean Crabbe and Goyle," said Draco in exactly the same way Harry had, "they're too big to be shadows for one, and for another, they're probably off snogging each other somewhere." The black-haired boy raised an eyebrow at the other boy. "Yes, Potter, you heard me right. Aren't you going to ask how I came about your picture?" Draco asked.
"I wasn't planning on it," Harry replied neutrally. "Though if you like, you can tell me." This seemed to put Draco off his track and another moment passed silently. "If you'll excuse me," Harry said finally. "I'm going to go find Ron and Hermione."
"I'll come with you," Draco offered, though it wasn't meant to be a question. Harry shrugged and walked toward the village, the other boy running after him. "Your friend dropped it. Granger did, I mean." When Harry said nothing, Draco continued: "It's a nice picture. Really." Harry stopped. "Really," Draco repeated. "It reminds me of you."
Harry started walking again, looking down at the ground as he did so. Draco caught up to him and stood in front of him. Harry, watching the ground, slammed into him.
"You did that on purpose," Harry accused.
"Yes," said Draco. "I did." He reached a hand out to help Harry up. The Gryffindor boy let Draco help him up. After Harry had stood up fully, it took him a few seconds to realise that he was still holding Draco's hand. Both boys blushed and dropped hands, looking at the ground. "Ermm...I guess I'd better....er...get back to Ron and Hermione...," stammered Harry nervously.
It wasn't long before Harry and Draco caught up with Ron and Hermione.
"Ron! Hermione!" panted Harry, running up beside his friends. "You still walking around?"
"No," said Ron, waving his petal-less rose at Harry. Hermione looked at Draco, then Harry, then smiled as though she knew something the others didn't. "What's he doing with you?" Ron asked, gesturing towards the blonde Slytherin. Draco and Harry glanced at each other. "You don't mean that him...and you...and...the rose?"
"We'll talk about it later, Ron," said Harry sharply. "Like, once we've got back to the school." *Like, once *I* know what's going on,* he thought silently. Ron sighed resignedly; he knew it was no good arguing.
"Say," said Hermione, breaking the sudden, awkward silence, "...weren't you the one who was complaining about how cold it was earlier? Let's go visit Fred and George."
The bell on the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes tinkled as the four cold students entered the shop. A red-haired young man came walking out of the back room, a big box of sweets in his arms.
"Oh, hello Ron, Hermione, Harry! About time you lot came to see us! Who've you got with you?" Draco was standing behind the three Gryffindors, unsure of what to do. "Oh, bloody hell," Fred said, recognising the blond Slytherin. "Don't tell me you've made friends with him!"
"I haven't," said Ron haughtily. "It's Harry who appeared back there in the village, dragging Malfoy around with him. It had nothing whatsoever to do with me!"
Hermione glanced from Fred to Ron to Harry to Draco nervously. "Be that as it may," she said, "I'd hardly think it matters what Harry was doing with Draco. Let him alone, unless he's not letting you alone. Understand?" She shot a sharp glance at her red-headed object of affection, so he would know exactly whom she was referring to. Ron shrugged meekly and began examining a shelf of sweets.
Draco shot Hermione a small smile of thanks. Hermione shrugged at him and joined Ron at the candy. It was painfully obvious to Draco that Ron wasn't exactly accepting of the situation yet, though at least Hermione seemed halfway okay with it. It was almost like she knew beforehand. *Though I wouldn't put it past her,* Draco thought, smiling crookedly at the Whizbees he was poking through.
"What's so funny?" asked a voice very close to his ear. Draco jumped and spun around, slamming straight into Harry.
"Valar!" he said, glaring at Harry. "Nearly gave me a heart attack, you did!" Harry grinned and spread his hands out in apology.
"I say," said George Weasley, who had just joined his twin at the counter. "It's not a Hogsmeade weekend. What're you doing out of Hogwarts?"
"Valentine's thing," replied Ron. "Stupid thing." Hermione nudged him. "What?" he asked, looking at Hermione. She said nothing. "What?!" Hermione gave him a small smile and put a sweet in his hand. Ron rolled his eyes.
"We'd better be getting back, you know," Draco reminded the three Gryffindors. "We don't know how long we have in Hogsmeade." Looking put- out, Ron paid for his items and left the shop with Hermione. Harry and Draco did the same a few moments later.
Draco eyed Ron, who was ahead of him. "So, Weasley," he said suddenly. "What's wrong with you?" Ron spun around.
"Other than the fact that my best friend is suddenly walking around with the person who is supposed to be his worst enemy? Couldn't be better," Ron said.
"He's not walking around with me," Draco said. "I'm walking around with him. I started following him first."
"Whatever," replied Ron, turning back around to Hermione. "Don't talk to me. I'm going to pretend you're not here and that this was just a really bad dream."
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