Summary: *Sequel to The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch Naturally, Harry thought all would be back to normal once he switched back, but since Voldemort has returned, betray is on the horizon as old friends become new enemies. H/H
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 6: Temptation
Ron stopped pacing at the sound of his name. Before he thought he could not feel any worse, but he was wrong. His heart sank as Draco came walking toward him. He groaned to himself. "Could this day get any wore." Ron knew that Draco must have been coming to gawk. He must have already found out about the two "love birds", and was now coming to mock his pain.
Ron folded his arms over his chest, and just stood staring at Malfoy. He scanned Malfoy thinking, 'Come on Malfoy give me your best shot. I can take you anytime.' He knew as well as anyone else that he was not able to control his anger when he is pushed over the edge, and right now he was in the free fall.
Ron decided to get this started with a good ole fashion greeting. "What do you want Malfoy?" Ron spat out at Malfoy as if he were saying a curse word.
Draco just innocently smiled back. "I just saw that you were upset, and I was coming to see what was wrong."
Ron just rolled his eyes, and stood their disgusted, "Why don't you go..."
"Language Weasley. You would not want your little sister to hear you talk like that. She is so innocent and sweet I think she might be crushed to hear her big brother being so rude to another." Draco just kept his calm smile plastered on his face. He loved playing with Ron's mind, and it seemed that Ron was going to rise to the occasion without letting him down.
Ron started forceful, "You don't look at my sister. You don't talk to my sister, and you don't speak of my sister. Do you hear me?" His nostrils were flaring as his adrenal started to run. He was barely able to keep himself from lashing out.
"I will stay away from her, but what will keep her from coming to me." He smiled cockily, and crossed his arms in the same manner Ron had done.
Ron looked at him in disgust. "You don't have to worry about that. My sister does not like evil ass holes like you."
Malfoy let this comment slide because he was starting to stray from the real reason he had come to speak with Weasley. Draco knew that Ron was trying to bate him, yet right now was not the time or place for a proper fight. This caused Draco to stop having fun, and start getting down to business.
"Well, evil or not, I still have a proposition for you."
Ron looked like Malfoy had gone crazy. 'What was he playing at?' Ron thought to himself, yet stated, "Why would I want to hear anything that comes out of your mouth?"
Draco still with the big smile plastered on his face continued talking without commenting on Ron's rude remarks. "You see I could not help but over hear the fact that you and Potter were no longer friends. Is this true?"
Ron re-crossed his arms over his chest and looked him straight in the eye. He was ready for this, and Malfoy could not catch him off guard. "No we are not...friends, the bloody backstabber can go rot for all that I care. Why do you care? I don't need your... pity."
Malfoy stopped smiling and started talking quite seriously. "Well, I was just saying we have something in common now. Haven't you heard the saying 'my enemy's enemy is my friend.' You see I think we could help each other."
Ron pondered this for a minute, 'Malfoy a friend?' This thought baffled him, but the prospects did sound interesting. "Go on..."
Malfoy's smiled at the fact that Ron did not directly refuse him. This showed that Ron was really thinking, and Potter had really screwed up. "You want Potter down, and so do I. Naturally, I believe we could work together to reach this goal. Let's just call it a temporary alliance."
Ron stood silent looking out into the distance thinking about his offer.
Malfoy noticed his hesitance and replied, "You don't have to say anything now. I just wanted to let you think about this. It will be your chance to get back at Potter. It will be your chance to prove that you can be someone without him. You can show the world who Ron Weasley really is..." Malfoy paused a moment to let this thought sink in. "I have to go, but when you have your answer, you know where to find me."
Ron kept his eyes glued to an object in the distance. He would not even look up when Malfoy said a quick "Bye" before walking away. He was zoned and confused. What should he do? What could he do?
*
After Malfoy left, Ron sat down on the dew covered Quidditch pitch and curled his legs up to his chest. The field's bushes blocked him from being seen from the school giving him complete solitude. Even if someone was looking for him, they would not be able to find him hidden in the corner.
It was one of the fluke hot days in England, and Ron was roasting as he sat on the open pitch. He took his robes off and his shirt leaving only his white undershirt that was starting to stick to him from the heat. He finally gave into the temptation to rest, and lay down on the grass. He closed his eyes as the sun was beating down on him and he thought of what he wanted to do.
He did not know what he should do. His first instinct was to not trust Malfoy. His instincts told him that Malfoy would do him wrong, but when have they been right? They told him to trust Harry. They told him to go after Hermione, but in both cases, they were horribly wrong. Ron was tired of being wrong. He wanted to be on the winning team for a change and that team was whatever team Harry was not on.
Ron was brought up to believe that life would be fair, and if you play it right, you would be rewarded. Yet, this theory seemed to not extend to Harry. When Ron did wrong, he was punished with detentions and howlers, but when Harry did wrong, people would look the other way and let him pass without a word. Ron thought bitterly, 'He even blew up his Aunt, and was not even punished in the slightest. Well just because they can't see his wrong doings does not mean that I can't. He is not going to get away with betraying me. I am certain on that.'
Would his family accept what he was doing? He was having a constant battle. He thought, 'Why would they care? They have plenty of other children to worry about. With Charley, Percy, and Bill off, they are hardly ever around to talk to me. They are too preoccupied with more 'important' issues dealing with Dumbledore's mission. They would not look twice if I was screaming at the top of my longs.'
Ron thought bitterly, 'Everyone loves the orphan hero, yet he has done nothing to deserve it.' Harry was always complaining about not having parents, yet he would not see it for what it was, a blessing. He did not have to deal with the stress of always being compared to a brother. He would not have to answer to a parent when he did something wrong. He was free, yet he would not see it for its possibilities. He would not have half of the thing he did today if they had not died for him, and with that sacrifice, Harry was blessed with not having to die like a normal person. He had extraordinary amount of luck, yet he would not be happy for someone when they were lucky.
Ron kept thinking back to the weeks when Harry was gone as a blissful memory. He believed at that time, he had everything he ever wanted. He had fame, respect, and the positions to match. Also in the beginning before Harry came back, Hermione would even come to him for support. He started to scowl, 'If only Harry had stayed dead, everything would be better now. Hermione would be mine. I would be... happy.' While his temper started to flare, the temperature rose to mach. 'The world was better without him. Life was better without him. I was better without him.'
Ron opened his eyes suddenly. He knew what he had to do. His family would understand him trying to protect what was right in the end. Even Hermione, after he got her away from Harry, would love him for standing up for what he believed in.
The sun was about to set over the horizon when Ron sat up from his spot on the ground. He had stayed in that spot all day and the consequences were showing. His skin was tight and red showing the signs of newly formed sunburn. Also his stomach started to growl causing him to finally realize how hungry he actually was.
He stood up stiffly trying to get himself ready. He started walking toward the Castle, but he could not help but be irritated by his sunburn. He made a quick decision and headed to the Hospital Wing partly to help himself and partly to stall the inevitable.
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I hope you like it. Please review. I have some good ideas for this story, but if you have one please tell me :).
Thanks to all my Reviewers: Mystic Queen, Morgan Riordan, bookwrm580, sikokid, No Name, thefly (thanks a lot I love your reviews), Anonymous, and ducksrule.
Ya'll are wonderful. EVERYONE PLEASE READ ALL THE PEOPLE ABOVE STORIES. Thanks again.
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 6: Temptation
Ron stopped pacing at the sound of his name. Before he thought he could not feel any worse, but he was wrong. His heart sank as Draco came walking toward him. He groaned to himself. "Could this day get any wore." Ron knew that Draco must have been coming to gawk. He must have already found out about the two "love birds", and was now coming to mock his pain.
Ron folded his arms over his chest, and just stood staring at Malfoy. He scanned Malfoy thinking, 'Come on Malfoy give me your best shot. I can take you anytime.' He knew as well as anyone else that he was not able to control his anger when he is pushed over the edge, and right now he was in the free fall.
Ron decided to get this started with a good ole fashion greeting. "What do you want Malfoy?" Ron spat out at Malfoy as if he were saying a curse word.
Draco just innocently smiled back. "I just saw that you were upset, and I was coming to see what was wrong."
Ron just rolled his eyes, and stood their disgusted, "Why don't you go..."
"Language Weasley. You would not want your little sister to hear you talk like that. She is so innocent and sweet I think she might be crushed to hear her big brother being so rude to another." Draco just kept his calm smile plastered on his face. He loved playing with Ron's mind, and it seemed that Ron was going to rise to the occasion without letting him down.
Ron started forceful, "You don't look at my sister. You don't talk to my sister, and you don't speak of my sister. Do you hear me?" His nostrils were flaring as his adrenal started to run. He was barely able to keep himself from lashing out.
"I will stay away from her, but what will keep her from coming to me." He smiled cockily, and crossed his arms in the same manner Ron had done.
Ron looked at him in disgust. "You don't have to worry about that. My sister does not like evil ass holes like you."
Malfoy let this comment slide because he was starting to stray from the real reason he had come to speak with Weasley. Draco knew that Ron was trying to bate him, yet right now was not the time or place for a proper fight. This caused Draco to stop having fun, and start getting down to business.
"Well, evil or not, I still have a proposition for you."
Ron looked like Malfoy had gone crazy. 'What was he playing at?' Ron thought to himself, yet stated, "Why would I want to hear anything that comes out of your mouth?"
Draco still with the big smile plastered on his face continued talking without commenting on Ron's rude remarks. "You see I could not help but over hear the fact that you and Potter were no longer friends. Is this true?"
Ron re-crossed his arms over his chest and looked him straight in the eye. He was ready for this, and Malfoy could not catch him off guard. "No we are not...friends, the bloody backstabber can go rot for all that I care. Why do you care? I don't need your... pity."
Malfoy stopped smiling and started talking quite seriously. "Well, I was just saying we have something in common now. Haven't you heard the saying 'my enemy's enemy is my friend.' You see I think we could help each other."
Ron pondered this for a minute, 'Malfoy a friend?' This thought baffled him, but the prospects did sound interesting. "Go on..."
Malfoy's smiled at the fact that Ron did not directly refuse him. This showed that Ron was really thinking, and Potter had really screwed up. "You want Potter down, and so do I. Naturally, I believe we could work together to reach this goal. Let's just call it a temporary alliance."
Ron stood silent looking out into the distance thinking about his offer.
Malfoy noticed his hesitance and replied, "You don't have to say anything now. I just wanted to let you think about this. It will be your chance to get back at Potter. It will be your chance to prove that you can be someone without him. You can show the world who Ron Weasley really is..." Malfoy paused a moment to let this thought sink in. "I have to go, but when you have your answer, you know where to find me."
Ron kept his eyes glued to an object in the distance. He would not even look up when Malfoy said a quick "Bye" before walking away. He was zoned and confused. What should he do? What could he do?
*
After Malfoy left, Ron sat down on the dew covered Quidditch pitch and curled his legs up to his chest. The field's bushes blocked him from being seen from the school giving him complete solitude. Even if someone was looking for him, they would not be able to find him hidden in the corner.
It was one of the fluke hot days in England, and Ron was roasting as he sat on the open pitch. He took his robes off and his shirt leaving only his white undershirt that was starting to stick to him from the heat. He finally gave into the temptation to rest, and lay down on the grass. He closed his eyes as the sun was beating down on him and he thought of what he wanted to do.
He did not know what he should do. His first instinct was to not trust Malfoy. His instincts told him that Malfoy would do him wrong, but when have they been right? They told him to trust Harry. They told him to go after Hermione, but in both cases, they were horribly wrong. Ron was tired of being wrong. He wanted to be on the winning team for a change and that team was whatever team Harry was not on.
Ron was brought up to believe that life would be fair, and if you play it right, you would be rewarded. Yet, this theory seemed to not extend to Harry. When Ron did wrong, he was punished with detentions and howlers, but when Harry did wrong, people would look the other way and let him pass without a word. Ron thought bitterly, 'He even blew up his Aunt, and was not even punished in the slightest. Well just because they can't see his wrong doings does not mean that I can't. He is not going to get away with betraying me. I am certain on that.'
Would his family accept what he was doing? He was having a constant battle. He thought, 'Why would they care? They have plenty of other children to worry about. With Charley, Percy, and Bill off, they are hardly ever around to talk to me. They are too preoccupied with more 'important' issues dealing with Dumbledore's mission. They would not look twice if I was screaming at the top of my longs.'
Ron thought bitterly, 'Everyone loves the orphan hero, yet he has done nothing to deserve it.' Harry was always complaining about not having parents, yet he would not see it for what it was, a blessing. He did not have to deal with the stress of always being compared to a brother. He would not have to answer to a parent when he did something wrong. He was free, yet he would not see it for its possibilities. He would not have half of the thing he did today if they had not died for him, and with that sacrifice, Harry was blessed with not having to die like a normal person. He had extraordinary amount of luck, yet he would not be happy for someone when they were lucky.
Ron kept thinking back to the weeks when Harry was gone as a blissful memory. He believed at that time, he had everything he ever wanted. He had fame, respect, and the positions to match. Also in the beginning before Harry came back, Hermione would even come to him for support. He started to scowl, 'If only Harry had stayed dead, everything would be better now. Hermione would be mine. I would be... happy.' While his temper started to flare, the temperature rose to mach. 'The world was better without him. Life was better without him. I was better without him.'
Ron opened his eyes suddenly. He knew what he had to do. His family would understand him trying to protect what was right in the end. Even Hermione, after he got her away from Harry, would love him for standing up for what he believed in.
The sun was about to set over the horizon when Ron sat up from his spot on the ground. He had stayed in that spot all day and the consequences were showing. His skin was tight and red showing the signs of newly formed sunburn. Also his stomach started to growl causing him to finally realize how hungry he actually was.
He stood up stiffly trying to get himself ready. He started walking toward the Castle, but he could not help but be irritated by his sunburn. He made a quick decision and headed to the Hospital Wing partly to help himself and partly to stall the inevitable.
*
I hope you like it. Please review. I have some good ideas for this story, but if you have one please tell me :).
Thanks to all my Reviewers: Mystic Queen, Morgan Riordan, bookwrm580, sikokid, No Name, thefly (thanks a lot I love your reviews), Anonymous, and ducksrule.
Ya'll are wonderful. EVERYONE PLEASE READ ALL THE PEOPLE ABOVE STORIES. Thanks again.
Monday