Title: Potions Class (Part 3/?)
Author: Me (duh) rogue1221@hotmail.com
Pairing: If you can't tell by now, I'm certainly not going to flat out TELL
you.
Warnings: None, except that this is slash, so if homosexuals offend you
(Which they SHOULDN'T, you HOMOPHOBE!) just plain don't read it.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is a god. Period.
Summary: Heh, I don't want to give it away! Let's just say that Snape's
having a little fun in his potions class.... hehehehe....
~~~*~~~
"No, I don't think I will." Draco had his eyes locked on Ron as he spoke. "I know who you see, and I know it's not Hermione like you told Potter after Potions."
"Leave me alone, Draco, or you'll regret it." Ron spat, glaring fiercly, and all too aware of the perfect likeness of Harry before him. God damn blast his eyes!
"Regret it? I don't think that's possible, Weasley." Draco smirked, "I think I have you in the palm of my hand at the moment. Would you like to know why?"
Ron didn't reply. He could feel his life ending, doom descending, and silently wished that he could just die where he stood. Draco, however, needed no motivation to continue.
"Because, Weasley, you've proven to me that you have a. how shall I put this? . . . 'Thing' for our little Potter. And, Weasley, you've also proven that you have a little 'thing' for me." The smirk spread wider across Draco's face, and Ron feared the worst. He was cornered, now. With one of Draco's hands on both shoulders and pinned to the wall. He could kick out and escape, but then Draco would tell Harry. And though he was sure Harry wouldn't believe him, he was equally sure that Draco would somehow prove it.
"What do you want?"
"I want to torture you, Weasley." Draco spat, suddenly vicious, "I want to make you pay for everything you've ever done. And everything that your little precious Potter has done. I will make your life so miserable, that for a week you'll wish that you've never been born!"
Ron gulped, but said nothing.
"Now," Draco said, his voice calmer though with no less malice, "We have to figure out what to do with you. How can I make you promise not to run to your precious Potter? Oh, that's easy enough. I suppose you can't really tell him, now can you? But you could tell Hermione, couldn't you?"
Ron didn't reply. But he knew it was his only choice. Hermione would help him. She had to.
"But you won't tell Hermione, Weasley. Do you want to know why?"
Again, silence.
"The reason, Weasley, is because I will be watching you. And the minute you tell Hermione, I'll tell Potter."
I'm doomed. Ron's heart sank.
Draco grinned, watching Ron sink more and more into depression - right where he wanted him. He paused.
"I think I'll let you be, tonight. Tomorrow it will begin. Tomorrow, Weasley, will be your end - and my beginning!"
~*~
"Ron, you can tell me what's wrong." Harry said, his head cocked to the right as he sat on his four-poster bed. Ron had been quiet the entire night, lying on his bed and merely looking at the ceiling, a look of doom upon his face. Harry cupped his face in his hands and sighed as he looked at his red-headed friend.
"It can't be that bad. Tell me what happened. Was it something to do with Hermione?"
"No." Ron finally said, though said nothing more, and did not look at Harry as he spoke.
"Then what is it about?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
"So?"
"So, you shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because it's lying! You just shouldn't!"
Silence.
"Ron, come on, just tell me!"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Then why are you so depressed?"
"I'm not."
"You are!"
Silence.
"Fine." Harry said finally, sick of the conversation which was going nowhere. He could feel himself growing angry, though he knew he shouldn't be. He lay back down upon his bed. "I won't bother you, then. Just - Ron - if something is bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?"
"I know." Came back Ron's reply, and both boys became silent, soon the only noises the light sound of their breathing.
~*~
"Hullo, Ron." It was just after breakfast, and Ron was walking alone to Herbolgoy - a class he was not looking forward to. Double class with Slytherin was not exactly his idea of fun.
"Hullo, Harry." Ron said, then paused, groaned, and corrected himself, "Malfoy."
Draco grinned viciously. "You're so easy, Weasley, I really will have to take advantage of this one day - oh - no - wait, how about now?" He smirked, and Ron sighed. "Oh, I know what I want to make you do now, and aren't we going to have fun!"
Ron sighed. "What, then?"
"Do you know what we're studying in Herbology today?" Draco asked, and Ron was quickly learning to fear the grin that the blonde readily wore.
"No." Ron said quietly.
"Nuff Trees!" Draco exclaimed, bringing an arm to rest around Ron's shoulders. The touch made Ron shiver with dread. "And," Draco continued, his face leaning forward so he was only a couple of inches from Ron's face, "Do you know what Nuff Trees are, Weasley?"
"No, I don't." Ron said, still walking but stiff as a broomstick. He was not going to enjoy this. No, he was not.
"Most of the time people call them 'hugging trees'. Do you know why?"
"They hug people.?" Ron put in lamely. Draco grinned.
"Exactly! And today, Weasley, you are going to make sure you're 'hugged' by one."
"Why?" Ron asked warily, he was sure this couldn't be all of it.
"Because there is only one way to save someone from a Nuff tree, and you can be sure only Harry will do it." He grinned. "You, my little friend, will help me get my revenge. This is the start of a very wonderful relationship, I'd say."
Draco laughed as he walked away, but Harry soon caught up to Ron. He didn't look happy.
"What was Malfoy doing?" Harry asked. He had seen (though not heard) the last few minutes of the conversation, and saw the depression settle in Ron's shoulders.
"He was just bugging me. Being bloody hell, that's all. Usual."
Harry frowned. "He seemed very pleased with himself. You should stand up to him next time."
Ron shrugged, but said nothing.
They arrived in Herbology a little while later, and took their normal places near Hermione. That was when Professor Sprout introduced the Nuff Tree. At first glance, it looked like a half-dead gnarled oak tree, until one realized that it was moving. The reason the bark looked gnarled was because you couldn't see the bark at all. What you thought was the bark was actually the massive amount of vines - all writhing around the trunk like snakes. Ron realized just why Draco was grinning so very broadly, and wished that the blonde boy would just fall over and die. He didn't listen to Sprout as she rambled on about healing medicines made from it, just thought about his ultimate demise at the hands of one Draco Malfoy.
He managed to sneak a glance at Draco, who was grinning as he looked at the Nuff tree. Sprout split them into groups, and Harry, Ron and Dean were all looking at the tree that they had to take a flower from. A flower which was gripped by the vines. Ron knew that he had to do it. He knew that life would end as he knew it if Harry found out, and Draco could make his life a living hell within a matter of minutes. He had to get hugged - and he didn't feel very well.
He stepped forward towards the tree, wand in one hand, and an extremely stupid idea in his head. He leaned forward, grazing the flower with his fingers and - - tripped. He had done it on purpose, but he still cried out as he hit the tree with a 'thunk', feeling the vines shift underneath him. He was already within them before he knew what had happened.
"AGH!!" He cried out, in genuine surprise, but the vines had lashed around his head so that it came out more like a 'GRM'. With an oddly sane thought, he realised that it reminded of his first year in the clutches of the Devil's Snare. Only the Nuff tree was. purring?
Everyone had gathered around the tree now, jaws dropped and worried frowns all around. Harry was shouting at the Professor, but Ron couldn't hear anything. Sprout calmly said something back, and Harry rolled up his sleeves, shooting a glare at Malfoy, as he seemed to be laughing rather loudly (though not to Ron's ears). Ron could only see Harry out of the corner of his eye, and was slowly being distracted by the increasingly loud purring plant. This was, he reflected, much too bizarre for him.
Then it started to laugh. At least, one could call it a laugh. It was more like a husky wheezing, but the plant was laughing, and Ron could feel the vines start to loosen their hold on him. He struggled, desperate to get loose, but stole a glimpse at Harry. He was - - - tickling the plant?
Finally, with one last throaty laugh from the plant, Ron was thrown backwards, and right into Harry, and the two boys landed unceremoniously upon the floor. Ron shuddered as he tried to stand up, Seamus giving him a hand. He didn't need to look at Draco to know that he was pleased, and the idea of Draco being pleased made Ron glower at nothing in particular.
Professor Sprout soon let the class out, and during the mad rush for the door, Ron felt Draco slice by him, Harry-looking as ever.
"2nd floor washroom, right after History." Draco said in a low tone, making sure that Harry didn't hear, and then left Ron alone again.
Hell had just begun for Ron, and oh, didn't he know it.
T.B.C.
~~~*~~~
"No, I don't think I will." Draco had his eyes locked on Ron as he spoke. "I know who you see, and I know it's not Hermione like you told Potter after Potions."
"Leave me alone, Draco, or you'll regret it." Ron spat, glaring fiercly, and all too aware of the perfect likeness of Harry before him. God damn blast his eyes!
"Regret it? I don't think that's possible, Weasley." Draco smirked, "I think I have you in the palm of my hand at the moment. Would you like to know why?"
Ron didn't reply. He could feel his life ending, doom descending, and silently wished that he could just die where he stood. Draco, however, needed no motivation to continue.
"Because, Weasley, you've proven to me that you have a. how shall I put this? . . . 'Thing' for our little Potter. And, Weasley, you've also proven that you have a little 'thing' for me." The smirk spread wider across Draco's face, and Ron feared the worst. He was cornered, now. With one of Draco's hands on both shoulders and pinned to the wall. He could kick out and escape, but then Draco would tell Harry. And though he was sure Harry wouldn't believe him, he was equally sure that Draco would somehow prove it.
"What do you want?"
"I want to torture you, Weasley." Draco spat, suddenly vicious, "I want to make you pay for everything you've ever done. And everything that your little precious Potter has done. I will make your life so miserable, that for a week you'll wish that you've never been born!"
Ron gulped, but said nothing.
"Now," Draco said, his voice calmer though with no less malice, "We have to figure out what to do with you. How can I make you promise not to run to your precious Potter? Oh, that's easy enough. I suppose you can't really tell him, now can you? But you could tell Hermione, couldn't you?"
Ron didn't reply. But he knew it was his only choice. Hermione would help him. She had to.
"But you won't tell Hermione, Weasley. Do you want to know why?"
Again, silence.
"The reason, Weasley, is because I will be watching you. And the minute you tell Hermione, I'll tell Potter."
I'm doomed. Ron's heart sank.
Draco grinned, watching Ron sink more and more into depression - right where he wanted him. He paused.
"I think I'll let you be, tonight. Tomorrow it will begin. Tomorrow, Weasley, will be your end - and my beginning!"
~*~
"Ron, you can tell me what's wrong." Harry said, his head cocked to the right as he sat on his four-poster bed. Ron had been quiet the entire night, lying on his bed and merely looking at the ceiling, a look of doom upon his face. Harry cupped his face in his hands and sighed as he looked at his red-headed friend.
"It can't be that bad. Tell me what happened. Was it something to do with Hermione?"
"No." Ron finally said, though said nothing more, and did not look at Harry as he spoke.
"Then what is it about?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
"So?"
"So, you shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because it's lying! You just shouldn't!"
Silence.
"Ron, come on, just tell me!"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Then why are you so depressed?"
"I'm not."
"You are!"
Silence.
"Fine." Harry said finally, sick of the conversation which was going nowhere. He could feel himself growing angry, though he knew he shouldn't be. He lay back down upon his bed. "I won't bother you, then. Just - Ron - if something is bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?"
"I know." Came back Ron's reply, and both boys became silent, soon the only noises the light sound of their breathing.
~*~
"Hullo, Ron." It was just after breakfast, and Ron was walking alone to Herbolgoy - a class he was not looking forward to. Double class with Slytherin was not exactly his idea of fun.
"Hullo, Harry." Ron said, then paused, groaned, and corrected himself, "Malfoy."
Draco grinned viciously. "You're so easy, Weasley, I really will have to take advantage of this one day - oh - no - wait, how about now?" He smirked, and Ron sighed. "Oh, I know what I want to make you do now, and aren't we going to have fun!"
Ron sighed. "What, then?"
"Do you know what we're studying in Herbology today?" Draco asked, and Ron was quickly learning to fear the grin that the blonde readily wore.
"No." Ron said quietly.
"Nuff Trees!" Draco exclaimed, bringing an arm to rest around Ron's shoulders. The touch made Ron shiver with dread. "And," Draco continued, his face leaning forward so he was only a couple of inches from Ron's face, "Do you know what Nuff Trees are, Weasley?"
"No, I don't." Ron said, still walking but stiff as a broomstick. He was not going to enjoy this. No, he was not.
"Most of the time people call them 'hugging trees'. Do you know why?"
"They hug people.?" Ron put in lamely. Draco grinned.
"Exactly! And today, Weasley, you are going to make sure you're 'hugged' by one."
"Why?" Ron asked warily, he was sure this couldn't be all of it.
"Because there is only one way to save someone from a Nuff tree, and you can be sure only Harry will do it." He grinned. "You, my little friend, will help me get my revenge. This is the start of a very wonderful relationship, I'd say."
Draco laughed as he walked away, but Harry soon caught up to Ron. He didn't look happy.
"What was Malfoy doing?" Harry asked. He had seen (though not heard) the last few minutes of the conversation, and saw the depression settle in Ron's shoulders.
"He was just bugging me. Being bloody hell, that's all. Usual."
Harry frowned. "He seemed very pleased with himself. You should stand up to him next time."
Ron shrugged, but said nothing.
They arrived in Herbology a little while later, and took their normal places near Hermione. That was when Professor Sprout introduced the Nuff Tree. At first glance, it looked like a half-dead gnarled oak tree, until one realized that it was moving. The reason the bark looked gnarled was because you couldn't see the bark at all. What you thought was the bark was actually the massive amount of vines - all writhing around the trunk like snakes. Ron realized just why Draco was grinning so very broadly, and wished that the blonde boy would just fall over and die. He didn't listen to Sprout as she rambled on about healing medicines made from it, just thought about his ultimate demise at the hands of one Draco Malfoy.
He managed to sneak a glance at Draco, who was grinning as he looked at the Nuff tree. Sprout split them into groups, and Harry, Ron and Dean were all looking at the tree that they had to take a flower from. A flower which was gripped by the vines. Ron knew that he had to do it. He knew that life would end as he knew it if Harry found out, and Draco could make his life a living hell within a matter of minutes. He had to get hugged - and he didn't feel very well.
He stepped forward towards the tree, wand in one hand, and an extremely stupid idea in his head. He leaned forward, grazing the flower with his fingers and - - tripped. He had done it on purpose, but he still cried out as he hit the tree with a 'thunk', feeling the vines shift underneath him. He was already within them before he knew what had happened.
"AGH!!" He cried out, in genuine surprise, but the vines had lashed around his head so that it came out more like a 'GRM'. With an oddly sane thought, he realised that it reminded of his first year in the clutches of the Devil's Snare. Only the Nuff tree was. purring?
Everyone had gathered around the tree now, jaws dropped and worried frowns all around. Harry was shouting at the Professor, but Ron couldn't hear anything. Sprout calmly said something back, and Harry rolled up his sleeves, shooting a glare at Malfoy, as he seemed to be laughing rather loudly (though not to Ron's ears). Ron could only see Harry out of the corner of his eye, and was slowly being distracted by the increasingly loud purring plant. This was, he reflected, much too bizarre for him.
Then it started to laugh. At least, one could call it a laugh. It was more like a husky wheezing, but the plant was laughing, and Ron could feel the vines start to loosen their hold on him. He struggled, desperate to get loose, but stole a glimpse at Harry. He was - - - tickling the plant?
Finally, with one last throaty laugh from the plant, Ron was thrown backwards, and right into Harry, and the two boys landed unceremoniously upon the floor. Ron shuddered as he tried to stand up, Seamus giving him a hand. He didn't need to look at Draco to know that he was pleased, and the idea of Draco being pleased made Ron glower at nothing in particular.
Professor Sprout soon let the class out, and during the mad rush for the door, Ron felt Draco slice by him, Harry-looking as ever.
"2nd floor washroom, right after History." Draco said in a low tone, making sure that Harry didn't hear, and then left Ron alone again.
Hell had just begun for Ron, and oh, didn't he know it.
T.B.C.