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characters, ect. Oh, you know what I mean! Please R&R!
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Draco had been having one of the most successful dinners that he could remember. Not only had he seen Ron decked out in Hermione's blue dress, but he had also had several of the 3rd and 4th year Slytherin females flirting with him. Which amused him greatly, though he didn't really take any of it seriously.
He, the devious Draco, had other things on his mind. He was currently pondering just how far he could push Ron, and how much pressure it would take to make the redhead break. That was why he was extremely surprised when he was startled by sudden screams erupting from the Gryffindor table. He looked over, and saw Ron jumping up and down , screaming in what appeared to be glee.
"Whadda idiot." Crabbe muttered, and received a 'hyuck yuck' laugh from Goyle in return. Draco frowned. He was sure that he had made Ron miserable to this point, why would the Gryffindor suddenly be happy? It didn't make any sense. . .
He watched in confusion as Ron continued to do a little dance, and it seemed to amuse Harry and Hermione highly. Draco could feel his blood start to boil. He was going to figure out what this was about. NOW.
"Crabbe, Goyle, follow me." Draco said, and the two moronic males looked dumbly at each other, and stood. Draco sighed inwardly. At least they didn't ask too many stupid questions.
Content that his two dogs were following, Draco stalked his way over to the Gryffindor table, and smirked when the laughing stopped as he approached.
"My, my, my." Draco said nastily, "Now we not only have a Ginny Weasley, but a Ronny as well!"
Ron, however, was now much too pleased by this turn off events to allow Draco to bother him, so merely said: "Good for you, Draco" and took off, down the hall. Harry and Hermione followed soon after, leaving Draco defeated and alone at the Gryffindor table. And at that moment, the blonde beauty felt like jumping up and down in a blind rage. Happily, he did not, and turned to stalk off to the Slytherin common room, his dogs following behind him.
~*~
Draco was moody that night. He had been defeated, though he did not know why or how. Why wasn't Ron afraid of him anymore? Did he think Draco was bluffing? Oooooh, but it made Draco mad. He needed to know why Weasley was happy, and he needed to know as soon as possible, so he made plans.
Potions was the next class the two boys had together, and Draco spent the entire period glaring at Ron. Ron didn't fall asleep, he smiled, joked with Harry, blew up his potion, and everything that he normally did in the average potions class! It was enough to drive Draco insane! Ron should have been depressed, melancholy. He should have been pleading for death, for mercy, for anything! But not *this*! Not this normal nonsense!
That's when it hit him. Only one thing could of happened. The potion must have worn off. That would explain *everything*. However, Draco was too smart to trust on instincts alone. He would have to corner Ron. See if his hypothesis was right. . . And if it was. . . He would have to think of something.
He waited as the endless minutes ticked by, not concentrating on the potion he had already completely mauled the directions to, and instead watching Snape and Ron with a fearsome intensity.
"Clean up and you are dismissed." Snape said finally, and Draco took action.
"Destructious Larcius." Draco whispered, his wand hid in his sleeve, and suddenly - - -
KABOOM!
"AGH!" Ron cried, falling backwards as his cauldron exploded.
"MR. WEASLEY!" Snape cried, "CLEAN UP THAT MESS! DETENTION AFTER LAST PERIOD! TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"
Draco grinned his famous, evil, and sardonic grin.
He heard Ron grumble, as he began to clean up the mess of the exploded pot (which, luckily, had been almost cleaned of the potion within it). Harry walked over to help, but Snape snapped at him.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Weasley can clean his own mess! You are dismissed!" So Harry grudgingly left, with a short 'See you in the common room' to Ron.
Draco left a minute later, walked a little bit down the hall, and waited behind a giant stone statue for Ron to appear. It took about twenty minutes, but twenty minutes that Draco knew was worth it, and when he heard Ron come down the hall, he stepped out in front of him.
"Why, hello, Mr. Weasley!" Draco said, maliciously cheerful.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spat. Apparently his good mood was gone.
"Just a chat. . . I have your next tas---"
"I'm not doing anything else for you, Malfoy." Ron interrupted. Draco knew then that he was right.
"Well, Potter will be happ---"
"You've lost your proof. It wore off. Now sod off, or I'll make sure that you won't be able to stand for a week!"
"So I'm not Harry to you anymore am I? Pity. . ."
"Get out of my way."
"No, I don't think I will. It still happened, Weasley. I could still tell him. And I'm not done with you yet." Draco scowled with the last words, but they didn't seem to effect Ron anymore.
"It doesn't matter. You have no proof anymore. Out of my way." Ron tried to push past Draco, but the surprisingly strong Slytherin shoved Ron back, making him fall to the floor.
"I do have proof! I bet he'd *love* to know where you got the cut on your lip, Weasley."
"I fell." Ron said stubbornly from his postion on the floor. Draco walked over and squatted above him.
"No you didn't. And I bet he'd be very interested to know why you were in drag for Halloween. . ."
"He won't believe you." Ron said, but Draco could hear the waver in the boy's voice. He was breaking. . . Draco was winning.
"Oh, he will. Why would I lie when the truth is oh so much more fun?"
"I don't want to play your games anymore! Now gerroff!" He tried to push Draco off him, but the blonde pinned down both Ron's arms with his hands.
"You have to play. You don't have a choice. I'm not done, and I'll get what I want, Weasley. You know I do."
"No. . ."
"I don't think I'll break you now. . ." Draco said, but didn't release Ron. "I think I'll have some more fun, but I have to think about a suitable punishment for this little rebellion. . . Meet me in the boy's bathroom again tomorrow before dinner. . . And if you do anything I don't like before then, Weasley, be sure that the meeting will not be fun for you."
He stood up, finally letting Ron go, and the redhead sprang up instantly. However, it didn't matter, as Draco was already stalking off down the hall.
T.B.C.
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Draco had been having one of the most successful dinners that he could remember. Not only had he seen Ron decked out in Hermione's blue dress, but he had also had several of the 3rd and 4th year Slytherin females flirting with him. Which amused him greatly, though he didn't really take any of it seriously.
He, the devious Draco, had other things on his mind. He was currently pondering just how far he could push Ron, and how much pressure it would take to make the redhead break. That was why he was extremely surprised when he was startled by sudden screams erupting from the Gryffindor table. He looked over, and saw Ron jumping up and down , screaming in what appeared to be glee.
"Whadda idiot." Crabbe muttered, and received a 'hyuck yuck' laugh from Goyle in return. Draco frowned. He was sure that he had made Ron miserable to this point, why would the Gryffindor suddenly be happy? It didn't make any sense. . .
He watched in confusion as Ron continued to do a little dance, and it seemed to amuse Harry and Hermione highly. Draco could feel his blood start to boil. He was going to figure out what this was about. NOW.
"Crabbe, Goyle, follow me." Draco said, and the two moronic males looked dumbly at each other, and stood. Draco sighed inwardly. At least they didn't ask too many stupid questions.
Content that his two dogs were following, Draco stalked his way over to the Gryffindor table, and smirked when the laughing stopped as he approached.
"My, my, my." Draco said nastily, "Now we not only have a Ginny Weasley, but a Ronny as well!"
Ron, however, was now much too pleased by this turn off events to allow Draco to bother him, so merely said: "Good for you, Draco" and took off, down the hall. Harry and Hermione followed soon after, leaving Draco defeated and alone at the Gryffindor table. And at that moment, the blonde beauty felt like jumping up and down in a blind rage. Happily, he did not, and turned to stalk off to the Slytherin common room, his dogs following behind him.
~*~
Draco was moody that night. He had been defeated, though he did not know why or how. Why wasn't Ron afraid of him anymore? Did he think Draco was bluffing? Oooooh, but it made Draco mad. He needed to know why Weasley was happy, and he needed to know as soon as possible, so he made plans.
Potions was the next class the two boys had together, and Draco spent the entire period glaring at Ron. Ron didn't fall asleep, he smiled, joked with Harry, blew up his potion, and everything that he normally did in the average potions class! It was enough to drive Draco insane! Ron should have been depressed, melancholy. He should have been pleading for death, for mercy, for anything! But not *this*! Not this normal nonsense!
That's when it hit him. Only one thing could of happened. The potion must have worn off. That would explain *everything*. However, Draco was too smart to trust on instincts alone. He would have to corner Ron. See if his hypothesis was right. . . And if it was. . . He would have to think of something.
He waited as the endless minutes ticked by, not concentrating on the potion he had already completely mauled the directions to, and instead watching Snape and Ron with a fearsome intensity.
"Clean up and you are dismissed." Snape said finally, and Draco took action.
"Destructious Larcius." Draco whispered, his wand hid in his sleeve, and suddenly - - -
KABOOM!
"AGH!" Ron cried, falling backwards as his cauldron exploded.
"MR. WEASLEY!" Snape cried, "CLEAN UP THAT MESS! DETENTION AFTER LAST PERIOD! TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"
Draco grinned his famous, evil, and sardonic grin.
He heard Ron grumble, as he began to clean up the mess of the exploded pot (which, luckily, had been almost cleaned of the potion within it). Harry walked over to help, but Snape snapped at him.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Weasley can clean his own mess! You are dismissed!" So Harry grudgingly left, with a short 'See you in the common room' to Ron.
Draco left a minute later, walked a little bit down the hall, and waited behind a giant stone statue for Ron to appear. It took about twenty minutes, but twenty minutes that Draco knew was worth it, and when he heard Ron come down the hall, he stepped out in front of him.
"Why, hello, Mr. Weasley!" Draco said, maliciously cheerful.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spat. Apparently his good mood was gone.
"Just a chat. . . I have your next tas---"
"I'm not doing anything else for you, Malfoy." Ron interrupted. Draco knew then that he was right.
"Well, Potter will be happ---"
"You've lost your proof. It wore off. Now sod off, or I'll make sure that you won't be able to stand for a week!"
"So I'm not Harry to you anymore am I? Pity. . ."
"Get out of my way."
"No, I don't think I will. It still happened, Weasley. I could still tell him. And I'm not done with you yet." Draco scowled with the last words, but they didn't seem to effect Ron anymore.
"It doesn't matter. You have no proof anymore. Out of my way." Ron tried to push past Draco, but the surprisingly strong Slytherin shoved Ron back, making him fall to the floor.
"I do have proof! I bet he'd *love* to know where you got the cut on your lip, Weasley."
"I fell." Ron said stubbornly from his postion on the floor. Draco walked over and squatted above him.
"No you didn't. And I bet he'd be very interested to know why you were in drag for Halloween. . ."
"He won't believe you." Ron said, but Draco could hear the waver in the boy's voice. He was breaking. . . Draco was winning.
"Oh, he will. Why would I lie when the truth is oh so much more fun?"
"I don't want to play your games anymore! Now gerroff!" He tried to push Draco off him, but the blonde pinned down both Ron's arms with his hands.
"You have to play. You don't have a choice. I'm not done, and I'll get what I want, Weasley. You know I do."
"No. . ."
"I don't think I'll break you now. . ." Draco said, but didn't release Ron. "I think I'll have some more fun, but I have to think about a suitable punishment for this little rebellion. . . Meet me in the boy's bathroom again tomorrow before dinner. . . And if you do anything I don't like before then, Weasley, be sure that the meeting will not be fun for you."
He stood up, finally letting Ron go, and the redhead sprang up instantly. However, it didn't matter, as Draco was already stalking off down the hall.
T.B.C.