Ron's Worst Nightmare
A/N: THANX TO Danielle: *giggles* Perhaps that is just a little TOO scandalous! Hana-chan: Yes, I was trying to make them as differently the same as possible.... O_O chimerical: *bursts into tears* T-t-thank you! Gah! *sniffles and grins evilly* Yes indeed, such a different sense of humor! MAHAHAHA!! harrysgirl: DING DING DING DING DING!! You win!
ONE MORE little note, peeps, I'm warning you that this chapter is extremely saddish. *sobs*
Chapter Ten: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Ron beamed at Harry as he and Draco left the kitchen. Harry gave him a forced smile in return, and when the boys were out of view, punched the wall.
"Ow!"
Hermione looked up from her book wryly, "That was smart, genius."
Breathing hard, Harry flopped down in a chair across from her. "I can't believe I ever agreed to treat him nice in front of Ron. I know it's only been a week, but it's killing me! He's so two faced. I just know that he's having tons of fun doing this to me. All Malfoys are natural liars, so this probably is just a big game to him. Well, it isn't to me. I'm going to find out why he's changed."
"Maybe he really does care about Ron. Harry, you would do anything for Ron! We both would, and he for us. So do this little thing for him. Don't let Malfoy get under your skin. I've told you before Harry, Ron's seemed to have found Malfoy's heart." She shrugged, saying simply, watching her friend out of the corner of her eye, "He could've brought up the detention any time at school you know, Harry. But didn't. And you know that people would've believed him. You have a tendency to wear your heart over your face like a mask that can change with every expression. That's how you've always been, and regardless of Malfoy using it before - he could've really gotten you with this..... but didn't all the same."
For what seemed the thousandth time, Harry had to grudgingly admit to himself of Hermione's impeccable correctness. "Never thought of that," he muttered. Then, sighing, he leaned over and kissed her warmly on the cheek, grabbing an apple on his way out the kitchen door. When he was gone, Ginny sidled in, arms full of Teen Witch magazines. Hermione set down her book and looked with great interest over the covers as Ginny sat down. The flaming redheaded girl looked towards the door that Harry had walked through and grinned. "What's up now?"
"These boys," said Hermione, rolling her eyes, "They make everything so complicated."
Ginny laughed, "Hell, wouldn't I be the one to know. You're forgetting that I at one time lived with seven males in the house!"
"You poor, poor thing."
"Hey, it wasn't all bad. My brothers are pretty popular - and you know what that means!"
The two girls met eyes and giggled in unison, "Hot guy friends over!"
~*~
Draco nuzzled Ron's neck while the Gryffindor tried to ask him about Harry.
"So, what happened? One day you guys were at each others' throats, next day you're civil. Why-" but he was cut off as Draco captured his mouth in a hot kiss. He moaned, running his hand through the silvery locks of Draco's hair, twining his fingers in the Angel soft tresses.
Someone cleared their throat, sending both boys crashing to the ground in surprise. Draco picked himself up first, glaring daggers at Harry, who grinned wickedly in return. Then he helped Ron up. They all looked at each other for a moment, Ron blushing like crazy, Draco looking very well like a stone statue, and Harry looking deeply perturbed. Then they heard Ginny's voice carry over the lawn, breaking the silence.
"Ron! Can you come here, please? Hermione and I are having a little disagreement over this thing - I know you like the Chudley cannons and there's this hottie I just KNOW is on the team! He's in Witch Weekly, will you come and look?"
Sighing exasperatedly, Ron glanced at Harry and Draco, who now had their hands balled into fists at their sides, and were holding a very fierce staring contest. Ron shrugged and made his way to the house where he found Hermione and Ginny bickering over a knockout brunette by the name of Juan Pablo.
"What do you want, Potter? I'm beginning to think you miss my company."
"Shut it, Malfoy. I only came out here to ask you something because-"
"Sorry, Potter. I'm taken as you can well see." He motioned back at the house. Harry grimaced.
"Is all you think about yourself? If you would actually let me finish what I have to say..... Hermione made a point that bugged me and I needed to ak you about it."
Malfoy sat there, looking expectant. Harry glared and the silver eyes crinkled in a grin, "Oh, you're done, then?"
Harry growled and Draco chuckled, "Go ahead and ask away, Potter."
"Why didn't you ever spill about the detention? You could've started a lot of rot going around about me. But you didn't. Why?" He unconsciously moved closer to Draco, who had slipped back into the impassive mask, though Harry could almost detect the different thoughts flickering through his pewter glazed eyes.
Draco took a long time to answer, perhaps just making Harry impatient, or maybe being careful about the words he chose for what he said next; "I don't really know, Potter." He turned to look at Harry full on, his arms crossed over his chest, face hard. "Perhaps I am more human than you care to believe."
Harry lowered his gaze and whispered, wringing his wrists, "Thanks."
"Don't be foolish and thank me, Potter. It probably would've hurt me just as much as it would've hurt you. It would have just affected you more personally in the long run."
Green eyes met silver. "Did you feel anything that day?"
Draco looked away, "Why are you asking me this now of all times?"
"Because I've wanted to know for quite a while," said Harry, taking Draco's chin in his hand and slowly moving a tan finger over the shorter boy's cheek. Against his will, Draco leaned into the touch, still not meeting Harry's eyes. Taking a deep breath, Harry closed his eyes and leaned forward, putting his lips ever so softly against Draco's. The Slytherin stiffened instantly and tried to move away but Harry had wrapped his arms around to hold Draco's back, pulling him closer. Draco's arms were pinned between his and Harry's chests, and he couldn't move - even to stop his eyes from rolling shut and his lips from parting to admit the probing tongue. He bit back a blissful sigh as he felt the familiar touch on and in his mouth. But he could not ignore the guilty nagging in the back of his mind of a brilliant red mop of hair or those kind brown eyes. He snapped open his eyes and glared scathingly at Harry while struggling in the other boy's grip, shoving him away roughly.
They both faced each other, chests heaving. Harry looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, as if just realizing what he had done. Draco wiped his mouth and grimaced. Harry groaned and dropped to the ground, holding his head tightly in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled audibly, shoulders slumping. Draco felt both like holding the boy, or giving him a swift - but painful - kick in the shins. Deciding against both, he slid down beside Harry and looked at him hard. "What the hell was that bit of insanity for?"
"I don't know," wailed Harry piteously, slamming his fists against the ground. Draco bit his lip, trying to drown out the pleasant tingling over his flesh.
Deciding bluntness was the best call for such a situation, Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders harshly and spun him around to face him. "I don't love you, Potter. I never have and I'm pretty sure I never will. Don't you say a word of this - but I love Ron dearly, you prat. I can't do this to him, no matter how much it tempts me."
"You *love* him," Harry confirmed weakly, his voice small.
"Not how you think. Not yet anyway. I love him, yes, but I'm not *in* love with him. I love him how you love him, Potter. Like a close friend."
Harry looked up knowingly, "Yeah, a close friend that you snog like mad. No, Malfoy - you're falling *in* love with him. I see it, Hermione sees it. The way you guys look at each other - it's the way I look at you."
Draco had never seen such a sad expression on Harry's face. The boy looked crushed. And it was all because of him. That day in detention - it had just been an innocent experiment. Meant to prove whether Harry Potter was gay or not. He frowned. Potter had brought up a good subject though. Was he falling in love with Ron? Falling *in* love. Hmmm, something to definitely think on.
"Buck up, Potter," he said with as much kindness as he could conjure up, rubbing Harry's shoulder in a brotherly manner. "You can have anyone at all."
"Except for the one I want."
"Stop it! You can't have me. It'll never happen, Harry." The green eyes rose, surprised at the sound of his first name. Draco resisted smacking his lips. The word sounded odd on his tongue when not used bitingly towards the other boy. "I love Ron. Only Ron. I - I don't know yet about you, Potter. But I belong to Ron now." Then after a moments hesitation, he said softly, "But I swear to you, I will never forget that night in detention. Who ever could?" He lifted Harry's chin gingerly so that their eyes locked. Harry's eyes brimmed with tears and Draco kept firm reign on his feelings. Then, with a glance around to see if Ron or anyone was about, he kissed Harry very gently on the mouth. The black haired boy looked a touch startled, but quickly fell into the kiss. But Draco drew back before it could be deepened.
He rose to his feet, thinking it appropriate to leave the other boy. Looking down at Harry with hard slate gray eyes, he lightly brushed the other boy's forehead, his finger hovering over the bolt scar for a quick instant. And then he walked away.
Harry sobbed drily into his hands, cursing his feelings, cursing Draco, cursing Ron, cursing everyone. Then cursing with passion his own heart.
A/N: Whew, I've just been rolling 'em out, eh? Okay, I know this is super short and all, but it is very meaningful and I promise the next chapter will be jam packed with action, angst, and intrigue..... Oh yes, and the chappies are going to be jumping around a bit. I suck at writing different time frames and the passage of time. Moldy Muffins. I'll try and drop hints about how long apart they are. Like chap 11 will be a few days after this one, ect. Be patient with me. Love you all! Au revior!
~*Villain*~
A/N: THANX TO Danielle: *giggles* Perhaps that is just a little TOO scandalous! Hana-chan: Yes, I was trying to make them as differently the same as possible.... O_O chimerical: *bursts into tears* T-t-thank you! Gah! *sniffles and grins evilly* Yes indeed, such a different sense of humor! MAHAHAHA!! harrysgirl: DING DING DING DING DING!! You win!
ONE MORE little note, peeps, I'm warning you that this chapter is extremely saddish. *sobs*
Chapter Ten: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Ron beamed at Harry as he and Draco left the kitchen. Harry gave him a forced smile in return, and when the boys were out of view, punched the wall.
"Ow!"
Hermione looked up from her book wryly, "That was smart, genius."
Breathing hard, Harry flopped down in a chair across from her. "I can't believe I ever agreed to treat him nice in front of Ron. I know it's only been a week, but it's killing me! He's so two faced. I just know that he's having tons of fun doing this to me. All Malfoys are natural liars, so this probably is just a big game to him. Well, it isn't to me. I'm going to find out why he's changed."
"Maybe he really does care about Ron. Harry, you would do anything for Ron! We both would, and he for us. So do this little thing for him. Don't let Malfoy get under your skin. I've told you before Harry, Ron's seemed to have found Malfoy's heart." She shrugged, saying simply, watching her friend out of the corner of her eye, "He could've brought up the detention any time at school you know, Harry. But didn't. And you know that people would've believed him. You have a tendency to wear your heart over your face like a mask that can change with every expression. That's how you've always been, and regardless of Malfoy using it before - he could've really gotten you with this..... but didn't all the same."
For what seemed the thousandth time, Harry had to grudgingly admit to himself of Hermione's impeccable correctness. "Never thought of that," he muttered. Then, sighing, he leaned over and kissed her warmly on the cheek, grabbing an apple on his way out the kitchen door. When he was gone, Ginny sidled in, arms full of Teen Witch magazines. Hermione set down her book and looked with great interest over the covers as Ginny sat down. The flaming redheaded girl looked towards the door that Harry had walked through and grinned. "What's up now?"
"These boys," said Hermione, rolling her eyes, "They make everything so complicated."
Ginny laughed, "Hell, wouldn't I be the one to know. You're forgetting that I at one time lived with seven males in the house!"
"You poor, poor thing."
"Hey, it wasn't all bad. My brothers are pretty popular - and you know what that means!"
The two girls met eyes and giggled in unison, "Hot guy friends over!"
~*~
Draco nuzzled Ron's neck while the Gryffindor tried to ask him about Harry.
"So, what happened? One day you guys were at each others' throats, next day you're civil. Why-" but he was cut off as Draco captured his mouth in a hot kiss. He moaned, running his hand through the silvery locks of Draco's hair, twining his fingers in the Angel soft tresses.
Someone cleared their throat, sending both boys crashing to the ground in surprise. Draco picked himself up first, glaring daggers at Harry, who grinned wickedly in return. Then he helped Ron up. They all looked at each other for a moment, Ron blushing like crazy, Draco looking very well like a stone statue, and Harry looking deeply perturbed. Then they heard Ginny's voice carry over the lawn, breaking the silence.
"Ron! Can you come here, please? Hermione and I are having a little disagreement over this thing - I know you like the Chudley cannons and there's this hottie I just KNOW is on the team! He's in Witch Weekly, will you come and look?"
Sighing exasperatedly, Ron glanced at Harry and Draco, who now had their hands balled into fists at their sides, and were holding a very fierce staring contest. Ron shrugged and made his way to the house where he found Hermione and Ginny bickering over a knockout brunette by the name of Juan Pablo.
"What do you want, Potter? I'm beginning to think you miss my company."
"Shut it, Malfoy. I only came out here to ask you something because-"
"Sorry, Potter. I'm taken as you can well see." He motioned back at the house. Harry grimaced.
"Is all you think about yourself? If you would actually let me finish what I have to say..... Hermione made a point that bugged me and I needed to ak you about it."
Malfoy sat there, looking expectant. Harry glared and the silver eyes crinkled in a grin, "Oh, you're done, then?"
Harry growled and Draco chuckled, "Go ahead and ask away, Potter."
"Why didn't you ever spill about the detention? You could've started a lot of rot going around about me. But you didn't. Why?" He unconsciously moved closer to Draco, who had slipped back into the impassive mask, though Harry could almost detect the different thoughts flickering through his pewter glazed eyes.
Draco took a long time to answer, perhaps just making Harry impatient, or maybe being careful about the words he chose for what he said next; "I don't really know, Potter." He turned to look at Harry full on, his arms crossed over his chest, face hard. "Perhaps I am more human than you care to believe."
Harry lowered his gaze and whispered, wringing his wrists, "Thanks."
"Don't be foolish and thank me, Potter. It probably would've hurt me just as much as it would've hurt you. It would have just affected you more personally in the long run."
Green eyes met silver. "Did you feel anything that day?"
Draco looked away, "Why are you asking me this now of all times?"
"Because I've wanted to know for quite a while," said Harry, taking Draco's chin in his hand and slowly moving a tan finger over the shorter boy's cheek. Against his will, Draco leaned into the touch, still not meeting Harry's eyes. Taking a deep breath, Harry closed his eyes and leaned forward, putting his lips ever so softly against Draco's. The Slytherin stiffened instantly and tried to move away but Harry had wrapped his arms around to hold Draco's back, pulling him closer. Draco's arms were pinned between his and Harry's chests, and he couldn't move - even to stop his eyes from rolling shut and his lips from parting to admit the probing tongue. He bit back a blissful sigh as he felt the familiar touch on and in his mouth. But he could not ignore the guilty nagging in the back of his mind of a brilliant red mop of hair or those kind brown eyes. He snapped open his eyes and glared scathingly at Harry while struggling in the other boy's grip, shoving him away roughly.
They both faced each other, chests heaving. Harry looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, as if just realizing what he had done. Draco wiped his mouth and grimaced. Harry groaned and dropped to the ground, holding his head tightly in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled audibly, shoulders slumping. Draco felt both like holding the boy, or giving him a swift - but painful - kick in the shins. Deciding against both, he slid down beside Harry and looked at him hard. "What the hell was that bit of insanity for?"
"I don't know," wailed Harry piteously, slamming his fists against the ground. Draco bit his lip, trying to drown out the pleasant tingling over his flesh.
Deciding bluntness was the best call for such a situation, Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders harshly and spun him around to face him. "I don't love you, Potter. I never have and I'm pretty sure I never will. Don't you say a word of this - but I love Ron dearly, you prat. I can't do this to him, no matter how much it tempts me."
"You *love* him," Harry confirmed weakly, his voice small.
"Not how you think. Not yet anyway. I love him, yes, but I'm not *in* love with him. I love him how you love him, Potter. Like a close friend."
Harry looked up knowingly, "Yeah, a close friend that you snog like mad. No, Malfoy - you're falling *in* love with him. I see it, Hermione sees it. The way you guys look at each other - it's the way I look at you."
Draco had never seen such a sad expression on Harry's face. The boy looked crushed. And it was all because of him. That day in detention - it had just been an innocent experiment. Meant to prove whether Harry Potter was gay or not. He frowned. Potter had brought up a good subject though. Was he falling in love with Ron? Falling *in* love. Hmmm, something to definitely think on.
"Buck up, Potter," he said with as much kindness as he could conjure up, rubbing Harry's shoulder in a brotherly manner. "You can have anyone at all."
"Except for the one I want."
"Stop it! You can't have me. It'll never happen, Harry." The green eyes rose, surprised at the sound of his first name. Draco resisted smacking his lips. The word sounded odd on his tongue when not used bitingly towards the other boy. "I love Ron. Only Ron. I - I don't know yet about you, Potter. But I belong to Ron now." Then after a moments hesitation, he said softly, "But I swear to you, I will never forget that night in detention. Who ever could?" He lifted Harry's chin gingerly so that their eyes locked. Harry's eyes brimmed with tears and Draco kept firm reign on his feelings. Then, with a glance around to see if Ron or anyone was about, he kissed Harry very gently on the mouth. The black haired boy looked a touch startled, but quickly fell into the kiss. But Draco drew back before it could be deepened.
He rose to his feet, thinking it appropriate to leave the other boy. Looking down at Harry with hard slate gray eyes, he lightly brushed the other boy's forehead, his finger hovering over the bolt scar for a quick instant. And then he walked away.
Harry sobbed drily into his hands, cursing his feelings, cursing Draco, cursing Ron, cursing everyone. Then cursing with passion his own heart.
A/N: Whew, I've just been rolling 'em out, eh? Okay, I know this is super short and all, but it is very meaningful and I promise the next chapter will be jam packed with action, angst, and intrigue..... Oh yes, and the chappies are going to be jumping around a bit. I suck at writing different time frames and the passage of time. Moldy Muffins. I'll try and drop hints about how long apart they are. Like chap 11 will be a few days after this one, ect. Be patient with me. Love you all! Au revior!
~*Villain*~