A/N: Yay! Thanx to the lot of you who reviewed! 31 whole reviews for three
chapters? Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! I'm so happyyyyyyyyy!!!!!! I got myself a
fan! I got myself a fan! YAY I GOT MYSELF A BIG BIG BIG FAN!!! *cough*
Anywayz, sorry about interrupting the story with my mindless a/ns *giggle*
I won't do that anymore. And, you're wondering why Ron was so . . . how
should I put this . . . protective of Harry? *grin* You'll find out (or
maybe figure out) in later chapters. Oh, and for the person who was going
to go mad if I didn't update, um, I'm sorry for making you wait so long!
Anywho, here is the long awaited . . . Chapter 3!
~You Don't Know~
Chapter 3 - He's Gonna Pay
"Shit, Ron, what did you do?" Harry yelled, eyes wide with worry and anger.
"I . . . I . . . I dunno! Hell, I just punched him and-" Ron started.
"Ron, you were practically trying to kill him!" Hermione shouted, tears pouring down her cheeks.
Harry knelt down next to Draco, placing his hand on his forehead, vaguely noticing that Draco had stopped screaming, and was only writhing and moaning in pain, his eyes wide with . . . could that be . . . fear? Draco's forehead was clammy with sweat.
Harry shook his head. They needed to get a teacher.
"Hermione, go get a teacher," he told the panic-stricken girl. She didn't move. "Mione, go, NOW!" Harry yelled.
Hermione immediately ran out of the compartment, bumping into a few people who were making there way to their door, wanting to know what on earth all the screaming was about.
Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall came running into the compartment not two seconds later.
"Potter what did you do?" Snape hissed as soon as he saw the pale boy on the floor twisting and turning, groaning in agony.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry yelled.
"My goodness . . . Severus, what shall we do?" McGonagall asked, creases of worry for her face for her most disliked student.
"I'll have to knock him out," Snape said, muttering a quick charm. Draco immediately stopped writhing. "Good. Now all we need to do is-"
Suddenly, Draco's body started jerking in painful spasms.
Snape's eyes widened.
"Minerva, get him to Pomfrey. Now," Snape ordered.
"But Severus, can't we-"
"Now. Now, for God's sake woman, now! I don't care how you do it, but he needs to get to Pomfrey now!" Snape yelled.
Harry stared, shocked. If Snape was so worried about Malfoy, this had to be serious, right?
McGonagall conjured up a stretcher in mid-air and placed Draco, who was still jerking despite his unconscious state, on it, and, practically running, lead Draco's body (being suspended in mid-air on a stretcher) to Hogwarts.
Snape turned towards Harry, his face a pasty-yellow colour.
"What did you do to him, Potter?" he asked dangerously.
"I didn't do anything," Harry said.
"Don't you lie to me! What did you do?" Snape spat.
"I told you, I didn't do ANYTHING!" Harry yelled angrily. Snape studied his face for a moment, before turning to Hermione and Ron, who had an expression of contempt on his face.
"Which one of you did it, then? I know one of you did something to Mister Malfoy!" Snape spat, staring hard at their faces, acknowledging that while Hermione had tears pouring down her face, and looked positively terrified, Ron looked conniving, not to mention disbelieving.
"Weasley," Snape hissed.
Ron stuck out his chin defiantly.
"All I was doing was beating him up. And he deserves much more than being beat up, I can tell you! He deserves it for all the shit he's put us through! Don't you understand that he's faking it? There's no WAY a few punches and kicks to the stomach could hurt him so much that he'd be screaming for his mummy!" Ron snarled.
Hermione gasped, and Harry's face hardened behind Ron's back. What the hell was Ron saying? How could he be so . . . so . . . heartless? Of course this was Malfoy, but still! Malfoy was HUMAN after all.
Ron's confident expression faltered a bit. The look on Snape's face was . . . well. If looks could kill, Ron would be dead twenty times over.
"Weasley . . . I will see that you are expelled for this. Nothing . . . NOTHING gives you the right to beat up another student . . . ESPECIALLY if he had no way of defending himself," Snape whispered, looking so dangerous and so murderous that he probably would have killed Ron if there weren't two other witnesses in the room. Ron went pale with dread. Snape noticed this. "That's right. Be warned, Weasley. I shall inform the headmaster about this act. And your parents. Trust me: you will be expelled before you could say 'Avada Kedavra'," Snape hissed softly, and with that, walked out of the compartment, his black robes billowing behind him.
As soon as he was gone, Ron's face went red with anger and embarrassment. He saw all the people crowded around just outside the door.
"What the hell are YOU looking at? Go fuck yourselves, why don't you?" he yelled spitefully.
He slammed the door shut so hard that a few shards of glass fell out. The students assembled outside the door scattered, wary of the redhead's temper.
Ron looked at Hermione and Harry.
"Did you hear that? I'm probably going to get expelled. Expelled. EXPELLED!!! Over that . . . that . . . that THING!" Ron yelled angrily.
Harry looked at Ron with hard eyes.
"Ron . . . could you hear what you were saying to Snape? You practically informed him that you wanted Malfoy DEAD. And I know you don't want that, cos-" he started, but Ron interrupted him.
"I do,"
"What?"
"I do. I do, I DO want him dead!" Ron said. He saw the look of surprise on Harry's face. "What . . . don't YOU?"
"Look Ron, just because Draco's been a bastard to us all these years, that's no reason to wish him dead. You can hate him, yeah, sure, whatever. But you can't actually want him dead - that's just not right. Anyway, he's hardly even TALKED to us since fourth year! When was the last time he called Hermione a mudblood, Ron? In fourth year. When was the last time he insulted your family, Ron? In fourth year. For God's sake Ron, you have to grow up! How can you hate him so much after all these years?" Harry yelled at Ron angrily.
Hermione was looking from Harry to Ron, and back again nervously, wiping her tear-stained cheeks.
"But . . . Harry, man. You gotta understand . . ." Ron said quietly, stunned at his best friend's outburst - Harry didn't usually yell or get angry. "He's never stopped insulting you," Ron whispered.
Harry frowned a bit. Why would Ron care if Malfoy insulted him so much? Harry certainly didn't. He had grown out of it a long time ago.
And why on earth did Harry lose his temper and start yelling at Ron? He never yelled. If he did, then he would just be unusually quiet, the exact opposite of Ron, who'd yell at everyone and everything that got in his way for a long time after that. Hermione would just do her best to ignore it, and leave it at that. But Harry wouldn't yell unless he felt strongly about it.
He couldn't possibly feel strongly about Malfoy, could he? No, no, that was absurd. He hated the git, Ron reasoned with himself.
"Look, Ron . . . you may get expelled over this. Personally, I hope you won't, but . . . if you don't mind me saying so, if you did . . . you'd deserve it," Harry said quietly, and walked out of the compartment, not looking back.
Ron stared after him with wide eyes.
He turned to Hermione.
"Mione . . . you can't . . . you can't possibly agree with him? I . . ." Ron said weakly, which was rather unexpected. Hermione had expected him to start yelling, and breaking things, which would have gotten him into trouble.
But not the crestfallen look on Ron's face. Ron turned towards the door, staring at it.
"Mione? You don't think I deserve to be expelled . . . do you?" Ron asked her quietly, still staring at the door that Harry went out of. He looked back towards her. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"I'll see you at the feast, Ron," she said, before quietly going out of the door. What he didn't notice, though, was the tear that slipped down her cheek as she left.
Ron scowled. He had got into a fight with Harry. Harry - his best friend. All because of Malfoy. And, to top it all off, Hermione couldn't look at him.
He could understand Hermione's pain, but . . . Harry? Why on earth would he . . .
It was probably because he felt sorry for the stupid blonde sod.
Yeah, that was it, Ron decided.
Still. Malfoy was gonna pay . . .
A/N: Well? How did you like this chappie? Little bit short, I know, but it was required! Ron's having murderous thoughts. Naughty Ron! Bad Ron, bad! We will get to see more of Draco in the next chapter. And find out what's wrong with him (maybe). And find out if Ron's getting expelled (maybe). If you wanna find out what happens - REVIEW!!! Please? *makes those cute puppy- dog eyes again*
~You Don't Know~
Chapter 3 - He's Gonna Pay
"Shit, Ron, what did you do?" Harry yelled, eyes wide with worry and anger.
"I . . . I . . . I dunno! Hell, I just punched him and-" Ron started.
"Ron, you were practically trying to kill him!" Hermione shouted, tears pouring down her cheeks.
Harry knelt down next to Draco, placing his hand on his forehead, vaguely noticing that Draco had stopped screaming, and was only writhing and moaning in pain, his eyes wide with . . . could that be . . . fear? Draco's forehead was clammy with sweat.
Harry shook his head. They needed to get a teacher.
"Hermione, go get a teacher," he told the panic-stricken girl. She didn't move. "Mione, go, NOW!" Harry yelled.
Hermione immediately ran out of the compartment, bumping into a few people who were making there way to their door, wanting to know what on earth all the screaming was about.
Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall came running into the compartment not two seconds later.
"Potter what did you do?" Snape hissed as soon as he saw the pale boy on the floor twisting and turning, groaning in agony.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry yelled.
"My goodness . . . Severus, what shall we do?" McGonagall asked, creases of worry for her face for her most disliked student.
"I'll have to knock him out," Snape said, muttering a quick charm. Draco immediately stopped writhing. "Good. Now all we need to do is-"
Suddenly, Draco's body started jerking in painful spasms.
Snape's eyes widened.
"Minerva, get him to Pomfrey. Now," Snape ordered.
"But Severus, can't we-"
"Now. Now, for God's sake woman, now! I don't care how you do it, but he needs to get to Pomfrey now!" Snape yelled.
Harry stared, shocked. If Snape was so worried about Malfoy, this had to be serious, right?
McGonagall conjured up a stretcher in mid-air and placed Draco, who was still jerking despite his unconscious state, on it, and, practically running, lead Draco's body (being suspended in mid-air on a stretcher) to Hogwarts.
Snape turned towards Harry, his face a pasty-yellow colour.
"What did you do to him, Potter?" he asked dangerously.
"I didn't do anything," Harry said.
"Don't you lie to me! What did you do?" Snape spat.
"I told you, I didn't do ANYTHING!" Harry yelled angrily. Snape studied his face for a moment, before turning to Hermione and Ron, who had an expression of contempt on his face.
"Which one of you did it, then? I know one of you did something to Mister Malfoy!" Snape spat, staring hard at their faces, acknowledging that while Hermione had tears pouring down her face, and looked positively terrified, Ron looked conniving, not to mention disbelieving.
"Weasley," Snape hissed.
Ron stuck out his chin defiantly.
"All I was doing was beating him up. And he deserves much more than being beat up, I can tell you! He deserves it for all the shit he's put us through! Don't you understand that he's faking it? There's no WAY a few punches and kicks to the stomach could hurt him so much that he'd be screaming for his mummy!" Ron snarled.
Hermione gasped, and Harry's face hardened behind Ron's back. What the hell was Ron saying? How could he be so . . . so . . . heartless? Of course this was Malfoy, but still! Malfoy was HUMAN after all.
Ron's confident expression faltered a bit. The look on Snape's face was . . . well. If looks could kill, Ron would be dead twenty times over.
"Weasley . . . I will see that you are expelled for this. Nothing . . . NOTHING gives you the right to beat up another student . . . ESPECIALLY if he had no way of defending himself," Snape whispered, looking so dangerous and so murderous that he probably would have killed Ron if there weren't two other witnesses in the room. Ron went pale with dread. Snape noticed this. "That's right. Be warned, Weasley. I shall inform the headmaster about this act. And your parents. Trust me: you will be expelled before you could say 'Avada Kedavra'," Snape hissed softly, and with that, walked out of the compartment, his black robes billowing behind him.
As soon as he was gone, Ron's face went red with anger and embarrassment. He saw all the people crowded around just outside the door.
"What the hell are YOU looking at? Go fuck yourselves, why don't you?" he yelled spitefully.
He slammed the door shut so hard that a few shards of glass fell out. The students assembled outside the door scattered, wary of the redhead's temper.
Ron looked at Hermione and Harry.
"Did you hear that? I'm probably going to get expelled. Expelled. EXPELLED!!! Over that . . . that . . . that THING!" Ron yelled angrily.
Harry looked at Ron with hard eyes.
"Ron . . . could you hear what you were saying to Snape? You practically informed him that you wanted Malfoy DEAD. And I know you don't want that, cos-" he started, but Ron interrupted him.
"I do,"
"What?"
"I do. I do, I DO want him dead!" Ron said. He saw the look of surprise on Harry's face. "What . . . don't YOU?"
"Look Ron, just because Draco's been a bastard to us all these years, that's no reason to wish him dead. You can hate him, yeah, sure, whatever. But you can't actually want him dead - that's just not right. Anyway, he's hardly even TALKED to us since fourth year! When was the last time he called Hermione a mudblood, Ron? In fourth year. When was the last time he insulted your family, Ron? In fourth year. For God's sake Ron, you have to grow up! How can you hate him so much after all these years?" Harry yelled at Ron angrily.
Hermione was looking from Harry to Ron, and back again nervously, wiping her tear-stained cheeks.
"But . . . Harry, man. You gotta understand . . ." Ron said quietly, stunned at his best friend's outburst - Harry didn't usually yell or get angry. "He's never stopped insulting you," Ron whispered.
Harry frowned a bit. Why would Ron care if Malfoy insulted him so much? Harry certainly didn't. He had grown out of it a long time ago.
And why on earth did Harry lose his temper and start yelling at Ron? He never yelled. If he did, then he would just be unusually quiet, the exact opposite of Ron, who'd yell at everyone and everything that got in his way for a long time after that. Hermione would just do her best to ignore it, and leave it at that. But Harry wouldn't yell unless he felt strongly about it.
He couldn't possibly feel strongly about Malfoy, could he? No, no, that was absurd. He hated the git, Ron reasoned with himself.
"Look, Ron . . . you may get expelled over this. Personally, I hope you won't, but . . . if you don't mind me saying so, if you did . . . you'd deserve it," Harry said quietly, and walked out of the compartment, not looking back.
Ron stared after him with wide eyes.
He turned to Hermione.
"Mione . . . you can't . . . you can't possibly agree with him? I . . ." Ron said weakly, which was rather unexpected. Hermione had expected him to start yelling, and breaking things, which would have gotten him into trouble.
But not the crestfallen look on Ron's face. Ron turned towards the door, staring at it.
"Mione? You don't think I deserve to be expelled . . . do you?" Ron asked her quietly, still staring at the door that Harry went out of. He looked back towards her. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"I'll see you at the feast, Ron," she said, before quietly going out of the door. What he didn't notice, though, was the tear that slipped down her cheek as she left.
Ron scowled. He had got into a fight with Harry. Harry - his best friend. All because of Malfoy. And, to top it all off, Hermione couldn't look at him.
He could understand Hermione's pain, but . . . Harry? Why on earth would he . . .
It was probably because he felt sorry for the stupid blonde sod.
Yeah, that was it, Ron decided.
Still. Malfoy was gonna pay . . .
A/N: Well? How did you like this chappie? Little bit short, I know, but it was required! Ron's having murderous thoughts. Naughty Ron! Bad Ron, bad! We will get to see more of Draco in the next chapter. And find out what's wrong with him (maybe). And find out if Ron's getting expelled (maybe). If you wanna find out what happens - REVIEW!!! Please? *makes those cute puppy- dog eyes again*