Chapter Two

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*Ron*

Things have started off well as usual. Ron was late for Potions for he had to help Neville find his way to Arithmancy. 10 points off for Griffindor. He sat down next to Hermoine, who had already raised her hand at one of Snape's questions. Hermoine knew everything. He saw Draco grinning from the corner of his eye. That guy just loved it to see someone worse off than him. He knew Draco didn't dare pick on Harry, because of his fame, or on Hermoine, for her cleverness, but he sure did pick on Ron.

Poor, poor Ron. Staying in the shadows of his brothers and his friends. Ron has a stupid owl, ragged clothing, measly sandwiches, so now and then a broken wand, a small bedroom, tattered books, etc. All he had are things that are borrowed or paid for at a discount. Draco had lots of money, good- looking clothes, a fancy owl, a fine wand, respect from other children, good food, a large house etc. Some things are just wasted on the spoilt.

*Draco*

Draco noticed Ron coming late for Potions. The face he made when Snape took off those points, just made him grin. He couldn't help it. The reason he loved picking on Ron, was that he always showed so much emotion. Draco just wanted to experiment with him, see what he does. Observe him. It was fascinating, he thought. His family loved him as much as he loved them. Draco never got any love from anyone.

Poor, poor Draco. Trapped in the darkness of his family. Draco's gets insults, death-threats, slaps on his face, friends who only want him for his money, a cold bed, an angry letter almost every month, etc. Everything he got never came with a smile, with love, or something warm. Ron gets help from his friends and family every time he's in trouble, a good-night kiss almost every night, lots of self-made presents, friends who stick with him just for who he is. Some things are wasted on the spoilt.

*Ron*

Ron stepped on the Quidditch field. It was empty now, and the sky was turning dark. Ron loved it out here. Here, he was alone, he had privacy. A rare thing for him. Just hours before he had stood on the sideline, cheering for Harry's team. And they won. They always won. Harry's really good. He had volunteered for the team as well, but he wasn't good enough. It wasn't fair. Harry just rolled into the team, Ron didn't stand a chance. And who helped him get in the team? It was Draco, who had to take that Remembral from Neville.

Well, speak of the devil. There was Draco himself. Ron wondered what he was doing on the pitch. Draco asked the same thing. Stuck-up, snobby Malfoy. You don't own the world. Go and count your money, Ron wants to be left alone. Draco doesn't leave. Typical. Ron starts to get angry. Ron can't help it. He can't seem to keep control of his emotions. Draco, however, always seems to stay cool. How he wished he could do that.

*Draco*

Draco had just gone outside, to enjoy the fresh breeze. He shivered. He was always alone. He didn't like it very much. He much rather preferred to be inside with the rest of his group. But he had to go out. He remembered the match: Griffindor vs. Huffelpuff. Guess who won? How he hated that Potter. He regretted the day he took the Remembral from that Longbottom. That's when he saw a certain redhead standing outside.

Draco walked up to him, as calm and casual as a Malfoy could be. He wondered what Ron was doing on the Quidditch pitch. Poor, popular Weasley. Not everyone loves you. Go and be happy with your friends, Draco doesn't want you around. But Ron was here first. Whatever. He starts to get angry. Draco remains unmoved. It's annoying, for his non-showing emotions always stir up more anger in people. Ron, however, always shows them, making him more passionate. How he wished he could do that.

*Ron*

It was getting annoying. Malfoy, standing there, mocking him. He always does that. He can't seem to ignore it. And it keeps coming back, harder and louder than before. It hurts his head. He wants to kill Draco. He wants to kill him and bury him alive. He wants him to hang, and leave Ron for the rest of his life alone. Draco, go away! He may have all the money in the world, and be better off than him, but that's no reason to pick on him.

Draco blinks. Better off? That's what he says. He starts to tell Ron about all the times he's been hit by his father, all of the insults he's got, all the times his friends left him alone just because he didn't want to pay their bills, etc. He said that he'd rather be in Ron's position, where he could receive love from friends and family, and not have to fear of being taken to the Dark Lord all the time. He knows his place, and he feels so cold. Shivers running all over his body, likes he's standing with bare feet on ice.

*Draco*

Draco hated Ron. Ron just kept flaunting the love that he's got in front of his nose. Every time, again and again, more and more. Ron had to go, out of his life! He had to be shot in the back, or stabbed by one of his friends. He wanted to shoot him with bow and arrow, and set him on fire! Ron, go away! He may have all the friends in the world, and be better off than him, but that's no reason to keep showing it off!

Ron looked back after Draco's outburst. Me, better off? He says. He tells Draco about the times he was forced to share things with his brothers and sister, everything he gets is either old or broken or used, he always seems to have bad luck, how Harry gets all the glory when the Dark Lord gets defeated time to time, etc. He's rather be in Draco's position, where he could have the money to do good things with it, and not having to worry about the people around him. He knows his place, and he feels so hot. Sweat running down his face, as if he's in the desert with a wooly sweater on.

To be continued.

-Hey hey! NJ again! Well, that's it for now! Third chapter in the making! PLZ review me and tell me if you liked it! C ya!