Nov.02: Happy New Year to all! The guys are still feeling the effects of
the mini party we had....I had. So I'll speak with you guys, personally. I
really want to thank every person out there. Reviewer and reader. I read
some stories where the people had 400 reviews and I found out that I want
100. I really do! If I get more than so be it!
Hey! If I get 100 reviews, then I'll hold like a mini-raffle where whoever comes up with number closest to the one I pick then...I'll use a scene/idea they come up with in a later chapter! And if I get to 150 I'll take anyone's ideas on what they would like to happen next...when we get there. How does that sound? Is that a little presumptuous? If so, tell, I'll think of something else cuz I want to show how much I appreciate everyone who reads this including:
havelock, kickedoutofthegoblet, SparkySparkles, (Aloh Dark, gHoSt WriTTeR, Andrea, Tuuli), Velvet Chocolate, sexy-as-Ron, nightwing and Arynnl. Now there was another Andrea. Is that the same one? Thanks to everyone here! And everyone else who reviewed!
Especially the ones in parenthesis. You have kept up with this is the beginning! Thanx!
Draco: Velvet Chocolate....???
Nov.02: I thought you were feeling the effects.
Draco: Stop yelling at me. *holds head*
Nov.02: I'm not.
Draco: Whatever. VC is a bit of a freak! Just like you. *talks to screen* I don't know about a 3-some but you can watch. I was always into having people watch.
Nov.02: Go to bed! You ruined my special moment!
Draco: *glare*
Nov.02: Now go have some fun and read! This!
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Chpt 8
Ron trudged his way towards Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures, his two best friends on either side of him as if to protect him from anymore hurt. But that was impossible as long as Malfoy was free to roam the halls, knowing of his secrets, his desires and his love.
Ron sighed begrudgingly as the sun shone in his face. Why couldn't it just leave him be? Why couldn't it have stay in its place below the horizon? Who knew? Ron thought has the hovel soon came into view.
"I hope we are not working with those Blast-Ended Skrewts." Prayed Harry silently.
Hermione and Ron groaned and grunted their approval or disapproval as they saw sparks, most likely from the Skrewts themselves, shot into the air.
"I hope those sparks were from Seamus." Grumbled Hermione, as they headed towards the back of Hagrid's hut.
Many students, from Gryffindor and Slytherin, were sharing common ground today. They were all petrified of the progressively growing Skrewts. But there was only one person that Ron was interested in: Malfoy. The illusive boy who shattered him the previous night. It sickened him that he could feel for a Slytherin, much less a Malfoy. But there just seemed to be a softer sided to Draco that he wanted to find.
//But not in this lifetime// Ron thought despondently.
As the bell tolled, signifying the class's beginning, Hagrid made his way out to the corral that held the Skrewts.
"Today class, we will not be working with the Skrewts."
A collective sigh of relief flowed through the air at the student's alleviation of the fire snails, as they called them.
"But don't fret everyone. Just because those beauties are molting and a bit testy doesn't me I'm going ter let ya have a free day. We're goin' ter have a scavenger hunt. Yer going to be in groups and in each group yer goin' ter find different magical and medical plants that can be used ter treat the Skrewts and yer goin' ter also find various other animals we studied. They will be found in the front part of the forest. It's sectioned off so you can't get lost."
The Gryffindor trio had long since blocked out Hagrid as soon as he said groups. Of course they would work together, unless......
"I'm goin' ter assign yer partners so listen up."
Once again the students groaned.
"Lavender and Seamus, Parvil and Hermione, Harry and Goyle, Ron and Malfoy..."
Ron's world dropped from beneath him. He and Draco were to work as a team for the rest of class period. How would he cope? This boy grasped his heart, then stroked it softly with his nimble fingers, coaxing it out of its hard shell. Malfoy let him bloom, let his heart open up then, with a strong squeeze shattered it along with his spirit. And he was to work with him.
"Ron, we are so sorry. Can your day get any worse? First you get your heart stomped on then you get paired up with Malfoy. Then worst of all, your best friend gets the honor to work with his right hand man. What else can go wrong?" sighed Harry as Hagrid recited the rest of the partners.
Hermione jabbed him in ribs. "You really know how to cheer a person up don't you?"
"Sorry mate." Harry blushed cutely.
//Cutely?// Ron questioned silently. The question echoed throughout his head. Harry blushing cutely. It's a possibility. He was kind of wholesome and sweet.
"It's okay." Whispered Ron, making the long trip over towards is ex-lover.
Soon, the weasel and the ferret, as many of their enemies might identify them, were paired, standing quietly next to each other. They made it imperative that they didn't touch one another at all. Not a hair fell on the other's shoulder, a breath on the others face, not a word spoken.
The directions were given out and the scavenger hunt began. The majority of the partners were to the east section of the forest closest to Hagrid's hut. But the pair stood there. Each afraid of the others reactions.
Ron swiftly decided that he wanted to be far away from everyone and the other boy. Draco sighed; this was going to be a long period. He followed his secret love as he went the opposite direction of the group, letting some space to accumulate between them.
"I hope you are prepared to get a failing grade because I have a strange and grotesque feeling you need to say something." Ron whispered darkly over his shoulder.
"I do."
So, off they went to find a secluded area so that they could have some privacy. They found themselves walking away from the beaten path and towards the Quidditch pitch. It wasn't too far away from the hut, maybe a 2 minute walk would suffice Ron. That way, if need be he could run back to the hut in a few seconds flat. Ron subconsciously wandered over to the spot he ranted and raved a few months ago; he was standing on the place he took Draco.
"Interesting place of sorts to talk, huh Ron?" asked Draco, some ice hidden within his words.
//Why here of all places?// He wasn't too trusting in himself now, seeing as how he was surrounded by the sights, smells and sensations of this ground. This same earth was matted in his hair a month ago. He remembered the sores that deliciously deserved, to him, as long as Ron was willing to make the same sacrifice to him.
"Go on. Say what you must then I will speak my peace."
"Ron, you're so cold and precise today. All business, I believe. I must be rubbing off on you." Draco tittered, not really sure what to do next.
"Get on with it, Malfoy." Ron had his arms crossed, tightly. He looked over his shoulder, expectantly. He looked like he wanted to leave, now.
"I want to apologize about last night. I really didn't mean any of it. I mean, I didn't mean to leave you alone without explaining myself. I was nervous; I really wasn't sure how to verbally express how I felt about you. I-"
The emotionally wore down boy held up his hand. He had heard enough of this bullshit. "I know you, Malfoy. You don't care about me, which is obvious from the way you left me last night, and I cried. Hard and long. I also thought about you and how I feel about you. I still care about you. Pathetic really, but I still want you but I'm going to get over that. I deserve better than you! You are some slimy Slytherin snake who does not deserve my time. I told you how I felt about you and you walked about. Up and left me without a second thought. But I'm not going to let you do that to me anymore."
Draco stared at the boy he just realized he loved; Ron hurt. And because of what....him.
//Maybe I should give him some time before I tell me the whole truth//
"You do deserve more."
"Don't try reverse psychology on me. Why did you do this to me? Was it because I am a conquest to you?"
"Sure," Draco shrugged, "you were nothing but a fuck to me." Sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I knew it! You bastard." Ron turned on his heels, wanting to distance himself from the Malfoy.
//What the hell went wrong here?//
"No. Not true! I was joking." Draco grabbed Ron's arms, not wanting him to leave just yet. "Ron, please don't think that. I don't think of you like that. I was being sarcastic. You should know better than that. After all the time you have known me, you can't tell when I'm joking. All I've been to you is sardonic, sadistic and sarcastic."
"I hate you!" Ron wanted to get away from Draco; he felt the need to wretch his arms out of the blonde boy's grasp.
"Hear me out."
"No." Ron clenched his teeth.
"I just want-" Draco pulled Ron closer.
"No!" Ron pushed away.
"Ron-"
"NO!"
All was quiet. Flesh connected with flesh. A flood of tears filled grey eyes; tears spilled over brown.
"You...just...hit me." Whimpered Malfoy.
Ron could do nothing but glance down at his bruised palms. Another turn on heels led Ron away, resigning Draco to cradle his hand-printed cheek.
Before leaving, Ron spoke. "I like your hair like that. You should wear it unkempt more often." And he was gone.
Hey! If I get 100 reviews, then I'll hold like a mini-raffle where whoever comes up with number closest to the one I pick then...I'll use a scene/idea they come up with in a later chapter! And if I get to 150 I'll take anyone's ideas on what they would like to happen next...when we get there. How does that sound? Is that a little presumptuous? If so, tell, I'll think of something else cuz I want to show how much I appreciate everyone who reads this including:
havelock, kickedoutofthegoblet, SparkySparkles, (Aloh Dark, gHoSt WriTTeR, Andrea, Tuuli), Velvet Chocolate, sexy-as-Ron, nightwing and Arynnl. Now there was another Andrea. Is that the same one? Thanks to everyone here! And everyone else who reviewed!
Especially the ones in parenthesis. You have kept up with this is the beginning! Thanx!
Draco: Velvet Chocolate....???
Nov.02: I thought you were feeling the effects.
Draco: Stop yelling at me. *holds head*
Nov.02: I'm not.
Draco: Whatever. VC is a bit of a freak! Just like you. *talks to screen* I don't know about a 3-some but you can watch. I was always into having people watch.
Nov.02: Go to bed! You ruined my special moment!
Draco: *glare*
Nov.02: Now go have some fun and read! This!
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Chpt 8
Ron trudged his way towards Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures, his two best friends on either side of him as if to protect him from anymore hurt. But that was impossible as long as Malfoy was free to roam the halls, knowing of his secrets, his desires and his love.
Ron sighed begrudgingly as the sun shone in his face. Why couldn't it just leave him be? Why couldn't it have stay in its place below the horizon? Who knew? Ron thought has the hovel soon came into view.
"I hope we are not working with those Blast-Ended Skrewts." Prayed Harry silently.
Hermione and Ron groaned and grunted their approval or disapproval as they saw sparks, most likely from the Skrewts themselves, shot into the air.
"I hope those sparks were from Seamus." Grumbled Hermione, as they headed towards the back of Hagrid's hut.
Many students, from Gryffindor and Slytherin, were sharing common ground today. They were all petrified of the progressively growing Skrewts. But there was only one person that Ron was interested in: Malfoy. The illusive boy who shattered him the previous night. It sickened him that he could feel for a Slytherin, much less a Malfoy. But there just seemed to be a softer sided to Draco that he wanted to find.
//But not in this lifetime// Ron thought despondently.
As the bell tolled, signifying the class's beginning, Hagrid made his way out to the corral that held the Skrewts.
"Today class, we will not be working with the Skrewts."
A collective sigh of relief flowed through the air at the student's alleviation of the fire snails, as they called them.
"But don't fret everyone. Just because those beauties are molting and a bit testy doesn't me I'm going ter let ya have a free day. We're goin' ter have a scavenger hunt. Yer going to be in groups and in each group yer goin' ter find different magical and medical plants that can be used ter treat the Skrewts and yer goin' ter also find various other animals we studied. They will be found in the front part of the forest. It's sectioned off so you can't get lost."
The Gryffindor trio had long since blocked out Hagrid as soon as he said groups. Of course they would work together, unless......
"I'm goin' ter assign yer partners so listen up."
Once again the students groaned.
"Lavender and Seamus, Parvil and Hermione, Harry and Goyle, Ron and Malfoy..."
Ron's world dropped from beneath him. He and Draco were to work as a team for the rest of class period. How would he cope? This boy grasped his heart, then stroked it softly with his nimble fingers, coaxing it out of its hard shell. Malfoy let him bloom, let his heart open up then, with a strong squeeze shattered it along with his spirit. And he was to work with him.
"Ron, we are so sorry. Can your day get any worse? First you get your heart stomped on then you get paired up with Malfoy. Then worst of all, your best friend gets the honor to work with his right hand man. What else can go wrong?" sighed Harry as Hagrid recited the rest of the partners.
Hermione jabbed him in ribs. "You really know how to cheer a person up don't you?"
"Sorry mate." Harry blushed cutely.
//Cutely?// Ron questioned silently. The question echoed throughout his head. Harry blushing cutely. It's a possibility. He was kind of wholesome and sweet.
"It's okay." Whispered Ron, making the long trip over towards is ex-lover.
Soon, the weasel and the ferret, as many of their enemies might identify them, were paired, standing quietly next to each other. They made it imperative that they didn't touch one another at all. Not a hair fell on the other's shoulder, a breath on the others face, not a word spoken.
The directions were given out and the scavenger hunt began. The majority of the partners were to the east section of the forest closest to Hagrid's hut. But the pair stood there. Each afraid of the others reactions.
Ron swiftly decided that he wanted to be far away from everyone and the other boy. Draco sighed; this was going to be a long period. He followed his secret love as he went the opposite direction of the group, letting some space to accumulate between them.
"I hope you are prepared to get a failing grade because I have a strange and grotesque feeling you need to say something." Ron whispered darkly over his shoulder.
"I do."
So, off they went to find a secluded area so that they could have some privacy. They found themselves walking away from the beaten path and towards the Quidditch pitch. It wasn't too far away from the hut, maybe a 2 minute walk would suffice Ron. That way, if need be he could run back to the hut in a few seconds flat. Ron subconsciously wandered over to the spot he ranted and raved a few months ago; he was standing on the place he took Draco.
"Interesting place of sorts to talk, huh Ron?" asked Draco, some ice hidden within his words.
//Why here of all places?// He wasn't too trusting in himself now, seeing as how he was surrounded by the sights, smells and sensations of this ground. This same earth was matted in his hair a month ago. He remembered the sores that deliciously deserved, to him, as long as Ron was willing to make the same sacrifice to him.
"Go on. Say what you must then I will speak my peace."
"Ron, you're so cold and precise today. All business, I believe. I must be rubbing off on you." Draco tittered, not really sure what to do next.
"Get on with it, Malfoy." Ron had his arms crossed, tightly. He looked over his shoulder, expectantly. He looked like he wanted to leave, now.
"I want to apologize about last night. I really didn't mean any of it. I mean, I didn't mean to leave you alone without explaining myself. I was nervous; I really wasn't sure how to verbally express how I felt about you. I-"
The emotionally wore down boy held up his hand. He had heard enough of this bullshit. "I know you, Malfoy. You don't care about me, which is obvious from the way you left me last night, and I cried. Hard and long. I also thought about you and how I feel about you. I still care about you. Pathetic really, but I still want you but I'm going to get over that. I deserve better than you! You are some slimy Slytherin snake who does not deserve my time. I told you how I felt about you and you walked about. Up and left me without a second thought. But I'm not going to let you do that to me anymore."
Draco stared at the boy he just realized he loved; Ron hurt. And because of what....him.
//Maybe I should give him some time before I tell me the whole truth//
"You do deserve more."
"Don't try reverse psychology on me. Why did you do this to me? Was it because I am a conquest to you?"
"Sure," Draco shrugged, "you were nothing but a fuck to me." Sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I knew it! You bastard." Ron turned on his heels, wanting to distance himself from the Malfoy.
//What the hell went wrong here?//
"No. Not true! I was joking." Draco grabbed Ron's arms, not wanting him to leave just yet. "Ron, please don't think that. I don't think of you like that. I was being sarcastic. You should know better than that. After all the time you have known me, you can't tell when I'm joking. All I've been to you is sardonic, sadistic and sarcastic."
"I hate you!" Ron wanted to get away from Draco; he felt the need to wretch his arms out of the blonde boy's grasp.
"Hear me out."
"No." Ron clenched his teeth.
"I just want-" Draco pulled Ron closer.
"No!" Ron pushed away.
"Ron-"
"NO!"
All was quiet. Flesh connected with flesh. A flood of tears filled grey eyes; tears spilled over brown.
"You...just...hit me." Whimpered Malfoy.
Ron could do nothing but glance down at his bruised palms. Another turn on heels led Ron away, resigning Draco to cradle his hand-printed cheek.
Before leaving, Ron spoke. "I like your hair like that. You should wear it unkempt more often." And he was gone.