Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, I don't know JK Rowling, and as she is god
I'm sure she will punish me somehow anyway, so no need to sue.
Warning: There is a bit of Slash in this part, sorry, couldn't help it.
Please R&R!
~*~
It was a very gloomy Ron Weasley that stepped into the second floor washroom that afternoon. He was sulking, because he knew that Draco had something particularly evil planned for him, and he thought that Hermione had begun to guess who he was actually seeing. The glances she had given him throughout History of Magic had not helped.
"My, my, look who's here." Draco said, though he sounded so very much like Harry. Ron turned, seeing the image of his friend and yet knowing that it was his enemy - this was such a horrible way to die.
"What's this about, Malfoy?" Ron spat viciously, wishing that he was powerful JUST so that he could kill the blonde boy before him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Draco said, an amused smile playing on his lips as he shook his head, "You harbor so much malice! I just got that from McGonagal, do you like it?"
Ron merely glared at him.
Draco sighed. "Very well. I have your next task for you! Though, I don't know if you'd be able to do it . . ."
"I could do anything you set me to do Draco, and you know it. I will beat you at this game, I swear it. I will not give in!" Ron growled.
Draco grinned. "Very well! You know about the Halloween dinner Friday night, right?"
Ron narrowed his eyes. He sensed trouble. "Yes . . ." He replied cautiously.
"I want you to go in drag!" Draco exclaimed, beaming with pleasure at his own sneakiness. Ron's jaw dropped.
"You MUST be joking." Ron cried.
"Nope! Go in drag, Weasley, or Potter will know!" Draco's face wore an evil, sardonic grin, and Ron wanted to punch it off his face.
"Fine! Fine! At least it's Halloween!" Ron cried, and started to head towards the door.
"Wait!" Draco said maliciously, a hand grabbing the redhead's shoulder. Ron knew the worst was yet to come, "That's not it."
Ron turned around almost violently, glaring at Draco.
"What then?"
"You have to sing."
"Whaaaaaat????"
"Sing! You have to, or I'll tell Potter!"
"What, now? Are you mad?"
"No! At Halloween, you daft!"
"I am NOT singing."
The boys glared at each other.
"Then you have to make it up to me, or I'll tell him!"
"Fine, but I'm not singing! What do you want?"
Draco looked at Ron for a minute, then the sardonic grin slowly returned.
"If you won't sing. . . then I want a kiss as payment."
Ron meant to yell 'WWWHHHAAAATTT???', but all he could do there was stand with his mouth gaping like a fish. Malfoy *was* insane. He knew it. He was surprised however, when he was an expression on Draco's face that he couldn't remember ever seeing before - hurt. But the blonde covered it up so quickly that Ron nearly though he had imagined it.
"You know you want to, Weasley, or why else would I look so much like Potter to you?" Draco spat.
Ron couldn't help himself - his cheeks went scarlet.
"I will not kiss you!"
"You will, or Potter will know!"
"I won't!"
"Fine. I better go find your precious Harry . . ."
Draco started to shove past him, but Ron stopped him.
"No! Don't!" He cried, and Draco stopped, his eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the redhead. "I'll . . . I'll . . . you know, but you can't tell Harry!"
Draco grinned at the desperation in the boy's voice.
"Good. Go on, then." He crossed his arms and looked at Ron, who was at this point very scarlet.
"Uh. . . I'd rather if . . . if *you* went. You go first, and I can just stand here." He looked very pathetic as he said this, and he felt even more pathetic. Draco sighed.
"Fine." Draco stepped forward, standing just before Ron, their faces only a few inches apart. The tall redhead stood at least three inches above him, but Draco didn't care. He was getting his revenge.
So, instead of leaning up like a girl, he viciously grabbed Ron's collar and dragged him down to him. It was oddly painful, Ron thought as Draco's mouth smashed into his, the blonde as trying so hard to make it such a hateful kiss. But, Ron privately noted, it was a kiss.
When Draco finally released Ron, the redhead knew his lips would be bruised. And there was a cut on his bottom lip. Draco, apparently, liked to use his teeth. Ron's brows furrowed as he looked at Draco, his hand rising unconsciously the cut to scrub off the blood.
Draco very piously wiped his own mouth, then grinned at Ron maliciously.
"See you on Halloween, Weasley." He said, then shoved past a very confused Ron Weasley.
T.B.C.
Warning: There is a bit of Slash in this part, sorry, couldn't help it.
Please R&R!
~*~
It was a very gloomy Ron Weasley that stepped into the second floor washroom that afternoon. He was sulking, because he knew that Draco had something particularly evil planned for him, and he thought that Hermione had begun to guess who he was actually seeing. The glances she had given him throughout History of Magic had not helped.
"My, my, look who's here." Draco said, though he sounded so very much like Harry. Ron turned, seeing the image of his friend and yet knowing that it was his enemy - this was such a horrible way to die.
"What's this about, Malfoy?" Ron spat viciously, wishing that he was powerful JUST so that he could kill the blonde boy before him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Draco said, an amused smile playing on his lips as he shook his head, "You harbor so much malice! I just got that from McGonagal, do you like it?"
Ron merely glared at him.
Draco sighed. "Very well. I have your next task for you! Though, I don't know if you'd be able to do it . . ."
"I could do anything you set me to do Draco, and you know it. I will beat you at this game, I swear it. I will not give in!" Ron growled.
Draco grinned. "Very well! You know about the Halloween dinner Friday night, right?"
Ron narrowed his eyes. He sensed trouble. "Yes . . ." He replied cautiously.
"I want you to go in drag!" Draco exclaimed, beaming with pleasure at his own sneakiness. Ron's jaw dropped.
"You MUST be joking." Ron cried.
"Nope! Go in drag, Weasley, or Potter will know!" Draco's face wore an evil, sardonic grin, and Ron wanted to punch it off his face.
"Fine! Fine! At least it's Halloween!" Ron cried, and started to head towards the door.
"Wait!" Draco said maliciously, a hand grabbing the redhead's shoulder. Ron knew the worst was yet to come, "That's not it."
Ron turned around almost violently, glaring at Draco.
"What then?"
"You have to sing."
"Whaaaaaat????"
"Sing! You have to, or I'll tell Potter!"
"What, now? Are you mad?"
"No! At Halloween, you daft!"
"I am NOT singing."
The boys glared at each other.
"Then you have to make it up to me, or I'll tell him!"
"Fine, but I'm not singing! What do you want?"
Draco looked at Ron for a minute, then the sardonic grin slowly returned.
"If you won't sing. . . then I want a kiss as payment."
Ron meant to yell 'WWWHHHAAAATTT???', but all he could do there was stand with his mouth gaping like a fish. Malfoy *was* insane. He knew it. He was surprised however, when he was an expression on Draco's face that he couldn't remember ever seeing before - hurt. But the blonde covered it up so quickly that Ron nearly though he had imagined it.
"You know you want to, Weasley, or why else would I look so much like Potter to you?" Draco spat.
Ron couldn't help himself - his cheeks went scarlet.
"I will not kiss you!"
"You will, or Potter will know!"
"I won't!"
"Fine. I better go find your precious Harry . . ."
Draco started to shove past him, but Ron stopped him.
"No! Don't!" He cried, and Draco stopped, his eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the redhead. "I'll . . . I'll . . . you know, but you can't tell Harry!"
Draco grinned at the desperation in the boy's voice.
"Good. Go on, then." He crossed his arms and looked at Ron, who was at this point very scarlet.
"Uh. . . I'd rather if . . . if *you* went. You go first, and I can just stand here." He looked very pathetic as he said this, and he felt even more pathetic. Draco sighed.
"Fine." Draco stepped forward, standing just before Ron, their faces only a few inches apart. The tall redhead stood at least three inches above him, but Draco didn't care. He was getting his revenge.
So, instead of leaning up like a girl, he viciously grabbed Ron's collar and dragged him down to him. It was oddly painful, Ron thought as Draco's mouth smashed into his, the blonde as trying so hard to make it such a hateful kiss. But, Ron privately noted, it was a kiss.
When Draco finally released Ron, the redhead knew his lips would be bruised. And there was a cut on his bottom lip. Draco, apparently, liked to use his teeth. Ron's brows furrowed as he looked at Draco, his hand rising unconsciously the cut to scrub off the blood.
Draco very piously wiped his own mouth, then grinned at Ron maliciously.
"See you on Halloween, Weasley." He said, then shoved past a very confused Ron Weasley.
T.B.C.