Ron's Worst Nightmare
Chapter Nine: More Untold Truths and Plenty of Bums
The next day, Ron, Harry, and a shadowy eyed, but good humored Hermione were up early, eating alone in the kitchen. Ron, who had stoutly ignored all the unintelligible squealing the night before, enjoyed a nice dream filled sleep. Though he ahd thought of the detention snogging Draco told of yesterday most of the night. He took to scheming a way to bring it up subtly to Harry and Hermione, forcing his best friend to spill the beans. In a matter of speaking.
He had no trouble changing the conversation to school, Hermione did that for him. She warned them that this year, things would be different. Not so many rules would be broken. At this, Harry snorted and Ron yawned. She became very ruffled, and then Ron interjected with the straightforward question, "You know, that reminds me, Harry, how was that detention you had at the end of the year, the one you refused to talk about?"
Hermione smirked and fixed Harry with an amused glare, "Yes, Harry, let's tell Ron about that, shall we?"
Ron looked at her. "He told you?"
"I bribed him with doing his homework."
"Ah. So spill, Harry."
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, shooting a death glare at Hermione, who waved happily back. Ron leaned closer and lied slyly, "Seamus told me that it was with Pansy."
"No, it was with Malfoy," said Harry quickly, looking considerably shifty under the interrogating looks of his two best friends.
"Harry, Ron has a right to know, so tell him what you told me or I'll do it for you." Ron was very thankful for Hermione at that moment, he doubted Harry would tell him the truth unless she pushed him to do it. Gulping, Harry licked his dry lips and began hesitantly. "Well, we were in detention for two hours with McGonnagal after starting that food fight. But at the start of it, Snape came in and McGonnagal had to leave with him for some business with Dumbledore...."
~*FLASHBACK HARRY'S VERSION. Happy National Hug Day!!!*~
"Professor Snape."
"Mcgonnagal."
"Is there something-"
"Dumbledore needs your assistance with - something." He gave Malfoy this weird look. I guessed right away that his bastard of a father did something horrible. Malfoy looked at Snape. I just sat there and I swear, something like telepathy happened because Snape shook his head and Malfoy sat back down. They must have been lovers at the time or something.
//Ron and Hermione glanced at each other cynically. Harry stoutly ignored them and continued.//
McGonnagal left and so we were alone in the classroom. Well, right away, Malfoy started saying all kinds of rot about this and that. So I told him to shut up. He did, but got out of his seat, too. I was a bit freaked out when I looked up because there was this really strange look on his face. His eyes were half closed and-
//Harry stopped and blushed. Ron again met Hermione's eyes. "Just say it, Harry."//
He looked like he wanted to - er - well, he looked pretty odd for having detention with a guy he claimed to hate. So I started to get up, but he put his hands on my shoulders and I froze. They were like ice. Then they dropped and began to undo my robes. Well, I jumped up and whirled around, my clasp already undone. I glared at him and tried to redo it, but he swung around the desk and stood in front of me, smirking like he does.
"You want me, Potter?" I was totally stunned. I was so surprised I sputtered and fell backwards, trying to get away.
//"Sure," teased Hermione. "You just fell, Harry. Sure."//
Before I knew what was what he-
//Harry paused uncertainly. "Don't stop now for Merlin's sake!" Ron wailed. Both Harry and Hermione gave him weird looks. He flushed and cleared his throat. "Heh. I just mean that we aren't going to laugh or anything."//
Before I knew what, he was on top of me, attacking my mouth. I tried to shove him off, but he had grabbed - he had pinned my hands down and I couldn't move at all for the life of me. At all. I couldn't move. So I was trapped and could do nothing but let him continue to.... yeah. So then I guess that's all you need to know for now. He is a pervert and totally came onto me. Literally. He's been in almost everyones' pants, so why not take an opportunity with Harry Potter? He could brag about it all over the place. Use it against me. That's just how he is.
~*END HARRY'S FLASHBACK. I have a feeling they did more than just hug*~
The raven haired boy was blushing madly. Ron looked confused. Hermione looked like she was trying not to burst out laughing. "That's why you won't give Malfoy another chance? Because he glomped you?" She was grinning very broadly. And just then, Draco swept in, looking very irritable. He arched an eyebrow, his mouth turned firmly down. "That is the most complete rot I've ever heard in my entire life, Potty. Trying to cover up your horny little attitude by victimizing me as a sex fiend. I wouldn't even touch you with two dragon hyde gloves covering my hands - much less *kiss* you and come within contact of your slimy lips. And besides, if anything like that went down, guess who would be the one to break first. Think REALITY, Potter."
"No way, Malfoy, you wanted me so bad."
"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. You were clearly hallucinating."
"Yeah, like when I was hallucinating you sucking on my...... neck?"
"Exactly, all in your mind. And if we EVER did anything, I was surely unconscious at the time."
"Bull shit!" They crossed their arms stubbornly and glared daggers at each other.
"Well," sighed Hermione exasperatedly, glancing sideways at Ron, "At least they're talking, right?"
"More like taunting each other to a point of murderous rage," replied Ron wryly.
Hermione laughed and motioned him to leave the room. "Let's let them run themselves out, shall we?"
"They'll get into a fight," Ron pointed out reasonably, to which Hermione only shrugged.
"Let them then," she said with amusement, "I have a feeling that's just what they need to smarten them up a bit. Nothing better for a whiny boy then a good beating from his arch nemesis, eh?" Grinning, Ron nodded in agreement and hooked his arm with his friend's, walking out the door. It was so nice out, why not go and have a lemonade and talk with Hermione while Harry and Draco dragged out their little spout? It sounded like a good idea to him and he and Hermione did just that.
~*~
"What do you want with him, Malfoy," hissed Harry scathingly through tightly clenched teeth. Draco only smirked in reply and hummed a few lines of a hit Weird Sisters song called "You Really Suck You Pathetic Git". Green eyes narrowed into two tiny blazing slits of rage, tanned fists shaking at his sides. He took a threatening step towards the shorter blonde, who turned to face him fully, glaring back at him with amused contempt, a smirk playing over his sensuous lips. Harry tried not to look at those lips and focused instead on glowering darkly. "I won't let you hurt him, Malfoy. He's my best friend," Harry warned. But Draco only half closed his eyes flirtatiously and chuckled, "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, *Harry*. Perhaps it is just that *you* are jealous that your obsession and your best friend are together, leaving you to mope about with Granger and her books."
"You are not my obsession," was the growled reply.
"Don't think I can't see how you've looked at me before, Potter. Or how hungrily you kissed me in that detention you told so thoroughly *mangled*."
"I just told it how it happened."
"You missed the part where you said you could love me, Potter."
"And you missed the part where you made the first move, Malfoy."
"Scared and hurt by rejection, are we?"
"You just have no heart."
"Oh, tut tut. Just because you're not happy doesn't mean that you have to hold Ron down. He'll be better with me and you know it. Don't you?"
"I know that you're using him, like you use everyone else. To you he's just another -"
Anger flashed sudden and dark in Draco's eyes. In two long strides he had Harry pinned up against the wall, clutching the collar of his robes and knocking the Gryffindor's glasses askew. "You don't know a thing, Potter," he spat, "A damned thing! All you feel is jealousy, and that makes you selfish. And only for the sake of Ron will I say this, Potter: For all the years I've had the displeasure of knowing your acquaintance, you have *never* been selfish.Ó
Harry was taken aback and gawked at Draco, who let go of his robes and backed away, still holding Harry's eyes with his own. He looked a dangerous feral cat, his hair standing up and eyes narrowed to icy slits. Harry had never seen Malfoy so angry. Yes, during fist fights and the like at school, but not such *personal* anger before. He blinked, drawing a blank. Draco took a deep breath, slipping his eyes shut and clenching his fists. Then he reopened those deep orbs and moved up to Harry, tipping his face so he met the green gaze levelly. The Gryffindor was very conscious of Draco's hot, moist breath hitting his mouth, smarting his lips. "I hate to admit it, but it's true, Potter. I'm willing to not kill you if you're willing to do the same. For Ron."
His eyes burned through Harry's gaze and the Gryffindor could think of nothing to do but nod dumbly. Draco smiled, a touch relieved. He nodded once curtly, then started to leave. At the door, he hesitated and turned back to the still rather shocked Gryffindor.
"Now, this doesn't mean we're friends, Potter. I will only treat you civil when Ron is present. But otherwise, nothing has changed."
These words greatly sobered Harry and he met Malfoy's gaze measuredly and replied, "I wouldn't think it to be any other way."
He waited a little before leaving the the room to go outside where Ron and Hermione were deep in conversation about whether Draco's butt beat out Harry's. Hermione was convinced that Harry's was fuller, and Draco's a bit flat. Ron disagreed, saying that since Draco was so thin, you would think that, but in reality, it was quite nicely rounded out. They stopped talking and glanced up as Harry settled down in-between them. He looked hard at Ron before turning to Hermione, "So, what are you two talking about?"
"Oh, nothing much," Hermione said, waving her hand desmisevely.
"Yes, nothing much that I still think is less much than that other much we discussed."
Harry and Hermione both blinked. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Never mind. Lemonade, Harry? Yeah, you just *bend* on over right there....."
A/N: A little note: I really *do* have a National Hug Day every week and once I asked this lesbian (proven and proud) for a hug and she turned me down. *sulks* It was a rather heavy blow to my self esteem, eh? Ah well, the guys always say yes! *mishevious grin* And one more thing, I'M GOING TO ATTEMPT TO WRITE HET!! But I need the most scandalous couple you can come up with!! HELP!!
~*Villain*~
Chapter Nine: More Untold Truths and Plenty of Bums
The next day, Ron, Harry, and a shadowy eyed, but good humored Hermione were up early, eating alone in the kitchen. Ron, who had stoutly ignored all the unintelligible squealing the night before, enjoyed a nice dream filled sleep. Though he ahd thought of the detention snogging Draco told of yesterday most of the night. He took to scheming a way to bring it up subtly to Harry and Hermione, forcing his best friend to spill the beans. In a matter of speaking.
He had no trouble changing the conversation to school, Hermione did that for him. She warned them that this year, things would be different. Not so many rules would be broken. At this, Harry snorted and Ron yawned. She became very ruffled, and then Ron interjected with the straightforward question, "You know, that reminds me, Harry, how was that detention you had at the end of the year, the one you refused to talk about?"
Hermione smirked and fixed Harry with an amused glare, "Yes, Harry, let's tell Ron about that, shall we?"
Ron looked at her. "He told you?"
"I bribed him with doing his homework."
"Ah. So spill, Harry."
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, shooting a death glare at Hermione, who waved happily back. Ron leaned closer and lied slyly, "Seamus told me that it was with Pansy."
"No, it was with Malfoy," said Harry quickly, looking considerably shifty under the interrogating looks of his two best friends.
"Harry, Ron has a right to know, so tell him what you told me or I'll do it for you." Ron was very thankful for Hermione at that moment, he doubted Harry would tell him the truth unless she pushed him to do it. Gulping, Harry licked his dry lips and began hesitantly. "Well, we were in detention for two hours with McGonnagal after starting that food fight. But at the start of it, Snape came in and McGonnagal had to leave with him for some business with Dumbledore...."
~*FLASHBACK HARRY'S VERSION. Happy National Hug Day!!!*~
"Professor Snape."
"Mcgonnagal."
"Is there something-"
"Dumbledore needs your assistance with - something." He gave Malfoy this weird look. I guessed right away that his bastard of a father did something horrible. Malfoy looked at Snape. I just sat there and I swear, something like telepathy happened because Snape shook his head and Malfoy sat back down. They must have been lovers at the time or something.
//Ron and Hermione glanced at each other cynically. Harry stoutly ignored them and continued.//
McGonnagal left and so we were alone in the classroom. Well, right away, Malfoy started saying all kinds of rot about this and that. So I told him to shut up. He did, but got out of his seat, too. I was a bit freaked out when I looked up because there was this really strange look on his face. His eyes were half closed and-
//Harry stopped and blushed. Ron again met Hermione's eyes. "Just say it, Harry."//
He looked like he wanted to - er - well, he looked pretty odd for having detention with a guy he claimed to hate. So I started to get up, but he put his hands on my shoulders and I froze. They were like ice. Then they dropped and began to undo my robes. Well, I jumped up and whirled around, my clasp already undone. I glared at him and tried to redo it, but he swung around the desk and stood in front of me, smirking like he does.
"You want me, Potter?" I was totally stunned. I was so surprised I sputtered and fell backwards, trying to get away.
//"Sure," teased Hermione. "You just fell, Harry. Sure."//
Before I knew what was what he-
//Harry paused uncertainly. "Don't stop now for Merlin's sake!" Ron wailed. Both Harry and Hermione gave him weird looks. He flushed and cleared his throat. "Heh. I just mean that we aren't going to laugh or anything."//
Before I knew what, he was on top of me, attacking my mouth. I tried to shove him off, but he had grabbed - he had pinned my hands down and I couldn't move at all for the life of me. At all. I couldn't move. So I was trapped and could do nothing but let him continue to.... yeah. So then I guess that's all you need to know for now. He is a pervert and totally came onto me. Literally. He's been in almost everyones' pants, so why not take an opportunity with Harry Potter? He could brag about it all over the place. Use it against me. That's just how he is.
~*END HARRY'S FLASHBACK. I have a feeling they did more than just hug*~
The raven haired boy was blushing madly. Ron looked confused. Hermione looked like she was trying not to burst out laughing. "That's why you won't give Malfoy another chance? Because he glomped you?" She was grinning very broadly. And just then, Draco swept in, looking very irritable. He arched an eyebrow, his mouth turned firmly down. "That is the most complete rot I've ever heard in my entire life, Potty. Trying to cover up your horny little attitude by victimizing me as a sex fiend. I wouldn't even touch you with two dragon hyde gloves covering my hands - much less *kiss* you and come within contact of your slimy lips. And besides, if anything like that went down, guess who would be the one to break first. Think REALITY, Potter."
"No way, Malfoy, you wanted me so bad."
"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. You were clearly hallucinating."
"Yeah, like when I was hallucinating you sucking on my...... neck?"
"Exactly, all in your mind. And if we EVER did anything, I was surely unconscious at the time."
"Bull shit!" They crossed their arms stubbornly and glared daggers at each other.
"Well," sighed Hermione exasperatedly, glancing sideways at Ron, "At least they're talking, right?"
"More like taunting each other to a point of murderous rage," replied Ron wryly.
Hermione laughed and motioned him to leave the room. "Let's let them run themselves out, shall we?"
"They'll get into a fight," Ron pointed out reasonably, to which Hermione only shrugged.
"Let them then," she said with amusement, "I have a feeling that's just what they need to smarten them up a bit. Nothing better for a whiny boy then a good beating from his arch nemesis, eh?" Grinning, Ron nodded in agreement and hooked his arm with his friend's, walking out the door. It was so nice out, why not go and have a lemonade and talk with Hermione while Harry and Draco dragged out their little spout? It sounded like a good idea to him and he and Hermione did just that.
~*~
"What do you want with him, Malfoy," hissed Harry scathingly through tightly clenched teeth. Draco only smirked in reply and hummed a few lines of a hit Weird Sisters song called "You Really Suck You Pathetic Git". Green eyes narrowed into two tiny blazing slits of rage, tanned fists shaking at his sides. He took a threatening step towards the shorter blonde, who turned to face him fully, glaring back at him with amused contempt, a smirk playing over his sensuous lips. Harry tried not to look at those lips and focused instead on glowering darkly. "I won't let you hurt him, Malfoy. He's my best friend," Harry warned. But Draco only half closed his eyes flirtatiously and chuckled, "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, *Harry*. Perhaps it is just that *you* are jealous that your obsession and your best friend are together, leaving you to mope about with Granger and her books."
"You are not my obsession," was the growled reply.
"Don't think I can't see how you've looked at me before, Potter. Or how hungrily you kissed me in that detention you told so thoroughly *mangled*."
"I just told it how it happened."
"You missed the part where you said you could love me, Potter."
"And you missed the part where you made the first move, Malfoy."
"Scared and hurt by rejection, are we?"
"You just have no heart."
"Oh, tut tut. Just because you're not happy doesn't mean that you have to hold Ron down. He'll be better with me and you know it. Don't you?"
"I know that you're using him, like you use everyone else. To you he's just another -"
Anger flashed sudden and dark in Draco's eyes. In two long strides he had Harry pinned up against the wall, clutching the collar of his robes and knocking the Gryffindor's glasses askew. "You don't know a thing, Potter," he spat, "A damned thing! All you feel is jealousy, and that makes you selfish. And only for the sake of Ron will I say this, Potter: For all the years I've had the displeasure of knowing your acquaintance, you have *never* been selfish.Ó
Harry was taken aback and gawked at Draco, who let go of his robes and backed away, still holding Harry's eyes with his own. He looked a dangerous feral cat, his hair standing up and eyes narrowed to icy slits. Harry had never seen Malfoy so angry. Yes, during fist fights and the like at school, but not such *personal* anger before. He blinked, drawing a blank. Draco took a deep breath, slipping his eyes shut and clenching his fists. Then he reopened those deep orbs and moved up to Harry, tipping his face so he met the green gaze levelly. The Gryffindor was very conscious of Draco's hot, moist breath hitting his mouth, smarting his lips. "I hate to admit it, but it's true, Potter. I'm willing to not kill you if you're willing to do the same. For Ron."
His eyes burned through Harry's gaze and the Gryffindor could think of nothing to do but nod dumbly. Draco smiled, a touch relieved. He nodded once curtly, then started to leave. At the door, he hesitated and turned back to the still rather shocked Gryffindor.
"Now, this doesn't mean we're friends, Potter. I will only treat you civil when Ron is present. But otherwise, nothing has changed."
These words greatly sobered Harry and he met Malfoy's gaze measuredly and replied, "I wouldn't think it to be any other way."
He waited a little before leaving the the room to go outside where Ron and Hermione were deep in conversation about whether Draco's butt beat out Harry's. Hermione was convinced that Harry's was fuller, and Draco's a bit flat. Ron disagreed, saying that since Draco was so thin, you would think that, but in reality, it was quite nicely rounded out. They stopped talking and glanced up as Harry settled down in-between them. He looked hard at Ron before turning to Hermione, "So, what are you two talking about?"
"Oh, nothing much," Hermione said, waving her hand desmisevely.
"Yes, nothing much that I still think is less much than that other much we discussed."
Harry and Hermione both blinked. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Never mind. Lemonade, Harry? Yeah, you just *bend* on over right there....."
A/N: A little note: I really *do* have a National Hug Day every week and once I asked this lesbian (proven and proud) for a hug and she turned me down. *sulks* It was a rather heavy blow to my self esteem, eh? Ah well, the guys always say yes! *mishevious grin* And one more thing, I'M GOING TO ATTEMPT TO WRITE HET!! But I need the most scandalous couple you can come up with!! HELP!!
~*Villain*~