Nov.02: I feel like JK! I just finished the last chapter, the Epilogue,
last night! I'm so happy! It's very long. 13 pages. Like JK, I'll tell you
this: the last word is fire.
Harry: Are you trying to insult my original maker?
Nov.02: *points to a shrine of JK* does that answer your silly question? Now, do thank yous while I go sleep.
Harry: Thanx for you know what *wink*.
Nov.02: You quite welcome. Now go! I'll never try to do a project in 1 hour and write two chapters. *goes upstairs*
Harry: Thanks ~*Andrea and no name*~ for your enthusiasm.
THNX ~*Lacey*~ don't die! Andrea has done that enough for all of us!
Thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ for your praise and for always keeping Nov going.
Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ and please don't cry.
THNX ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ why don't you wait me?
Thanks ~*Anya Malfoy*~ for giving reviews!
Ron: And Thank you ~*KC Matthews*~ for telling Draco what he needs to do!
Harry: Where did you come from?
Ron: No where, just away from Drake. He thinks I put Nov up to this bull. She really needs to bring us together right?
Harry: Of course....*whispers* No. Anyway, on with the reading.
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Chpt 9
Ron sat silently in Hagrid's hovel, sitting near the window, watching as his classmates reconvened in front of the giant's house. He paid particular attention to Draco. The boy looked wounded, battered and bruised, though the product of Ron's slap was only a small reddish area on his cheek. This type of pain was deep, emotional. And Ron wouldn't have it any other way. But it did pain him to know he physically hurt him.
He hit him. Plain and simple. How could he do that? He had so much pride in the fact that he never hit anyone, no matter what his temper portrayed.
While Ron drifted off, his two best friends decided to finally check up on him.
"Ron, what the bloody hell is going on?" Harry questioned. "Hagrid told us that you just up and ran off to his house. Are you still upset about that guy, cuz if you are.....you got to let go. This guy seems to have really gotten you completely flustered yet he's nowhere to be found."
Harry squatted next to the oversized chair Ron was snuggled in. "And where is he? He's probably out fucking someone else. I know that probably hurt but it's the truth. If some guy can just come, use you and somehow leave you unaffected by your charm and lurid appeal then fuck him. He's the one who is missing out on much more. So forget him and focus on the up and coming Yule Ball. It'll be fun."
"He'll be there. I know it." Grumbled Ron, who was still watching Draco candidly.
"Well all the more fun. You show me him and I kick his arse. How 'bout it? We have Divination next, that will more fun. Making fun of the teacher and all."
"I don't know."
"Don't know about what?"
"Everything. I know I should be over the slimy bastard but I really do care about him. I can't stop thinking about him. I even hit him and I feel sorry for him."
"You hit him? When?" Hermione finally interjected. She had remained at the door, hoping that Ron's best mate could rouse him out of his world of blues, blacks and pain.
Ron didn't care too much about the fact that he could quite possibly lead his friends to his ex, he was too distraught.
"Just before I ran in here."
"What? But you were off with Malfoy, doing the group project." Harry whispered aloud.
"He, uh," Ron was starting to wonder if he should tell who he hit, "he came over to the pitch and wanted to talk. I agree half-heartedly. I didn't want to talk to him because I knew that it was settled. Or at least I refused to accept out parting. But, pathetically enough, I just wanted to hear his voice. Merlin, I let him talk, fully knowing I was just going to dismiss him, just to listen to him speak. He tried to explain that he got scared when I told him how I felt. I told him to be quiet. I wasn't going to believe it. The only reason I interrupted him was because I was truly going to go back to him. I believed him whole-heartedly. I was so close to accepting him back into my life. But I didn't, instead I smacked him. Malfoy saw the whole damn thing."
"Ron, you hit him!" Hermione cried. "I want whomever did this to you to pay but to hit someone. That's just against school policy."
"So! He deserved it! The smarmy git. Ron did fantastically, if I were in his situation I'd have blown the boy's family jewels away."
Ron laughed quietly. "I should have thought about that."
"Okay, that's enough. Ron gather yourself, we'll be outside waiting."
Hermione grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him away before he gave Ron anymore ideas.
"Hold on Hermione. Why can't you tell us who this guy is? Is it that bad?"
Ron let his eyes drift away from the window, allowing the two pools of sullen, dull angst settle on the two.
"It's that bad."
Those three little words told all that the other two needed to know. Slytherin evil.
Harry and Hermione hastily left the hovel, in search for Malfoy. As the bell tolled, the end of class, the two Gryffindors raced out, grabbing Malfoy in the process before he could leave.
"Malfoy, Ron told us he had a slight quarrel with a guy, his ex you might have figured. We just want to know who it is." Hermione reasoned.
Draco looked down at the bunch of fabric the girl had in her fist. "Now I'll have to burn this blasted thing." He mumbled.
"That's enough, Malfoy. Why must you be such a bastard? We want to know who this guy is so we can have a talk with him." Harry huffed, his patients wearing thin.
"Talk to him about what?" Draco knew. He was actually a little weary about the 'conversation' Harry was going to have with this mystery man: him. He knew that Harry was very protective of his close friend and family. Let's just hope he never figured out it was he who hurt his ("And my," he thought.) Ron, before he could informed his father of Harry.
"Even though this is none of your business, we want to talk to him about why he hurt Ron so deeply."
"Well, that's none of your bloody business. Just his and Ron's."
"Are you protecting him?" Harry growled, standing toe-to-toe with the Slytherin.
"Yes." Malfoy quickly went to class.
"So he is a Slytherin. Whom else would Malfoy protect?" wondered Hermione as she watched as Ron drag himself out off the hut and towards the school.
"Oh Ron." Sighed Harry. "Who could like anyone from Slytherin?"
"There are a few people who are pretty cute." Hermione giggled softly.
"Like who?" Harry asked incredulously.
They quietly watched as Ron entered the castle, heading towards Divination.
"Draco Malfoy."
Harry: Are you trying to insult my original maker?
Nov.02: *points to a shrine of JK* does that answer your silly question? Now, do thank yous while I go sleep.
Harry: Thanx for you know what *wink*.
Nov.02: You quite welcome. Now go! I'll never try to do a project in 1 hour and write two chapters. *goes upstairs*
Harry: Thanks ~*Andrea and no name*~ for your enthusiasm.
THNX ~*Lacey*~ don't die! Andrea has done that enough for all of us!
Thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ for your praise and for always keeping Nov going.
Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ and please don't cry.
THNX ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ why don't you wait me?
Thanks ~*Anya Malfoy*~ for giving reviews!
Ron: And Thank you ~*KC Matthews*~ for telling Draco what he needs to do!
Harry: Where did you come from?
Ron: No where, just away from Drake. He thinks I put Nov up to this bull. She really needs to bring us together right?
Harry: Of course....*whispers* No. Anyway, on with the reading.
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Chpt 9
Ron sat silently in Hagrid's hovel, sitting near the window, watching as his classmates reconvened in front of the giant's house. He paid particular attention to Draco. The boy looked wounded, battered and bruised, though the product of Ron's slap was only a small reddish area on his cheek. This type of pain was deep, emotional. And Ron wouldn't have it any other way. But it did pain him to know he physically hurt him.
He hit him. Plain and simple. How could he do that? He had so much pride in the fact that he never hit anyone, no matter what his temper portrayed.
While Ron drifted off, his two best friends decided to finally check up on him.
"Ron, what the bloody hell is going on?" Harry questioned. "Hagrid told us that you just up and ran off to his house. Are you still upset about that guy, cuz if you are.....you got to let go. This guy seems to have really gotten you completely flustered yet he's nowhere to be found."
Harry squatted next to the oversized chair Ron was snuggled in. "And where is he? He's probably out fucking someone else. I know that probably hurt but it's the truth. If some guy can just come, use you and somehow leave you unaffected by your charm and lurid appeal then fuck him. He's the one who is missing out on much more. So forget him and focus on the up and coming Yule Ball. It'll be fun."
"He'll be there. I know it." Grumbled Ron, who was still watching Draco candidly.
"Well all the more fun. You show me him and I kick his arse. How 'bout it? We have Divination next, that will more fun. Making fun of the teacher and all."
"I don't know."
"Don't know about what?"
"Everything. I know I should be over the slimy bastard but I really do care about him. I can't stop thinking about him. I even hit him and I feel sorry for him."
"You hit him? When?" Hermione finally interjected. She had remained at the door, hoping that Ron's best mate could rouse him out of his world of blues, blacks and pain.
Ron didn't care too much about the fact that he could quite possibly lead his friends to his ex, he was too distraught.
"Just before I ran in here."
"What? But you were off with Malfoy, doing the group project." Harry whispered aloud.
"He, uh," Ron was starting to wonder if he should tell who he hit, "he came over to the pitch and wanted to talk. I agree half-heartedly. I didn't want to talk to him because I knew that it was settled. Or at least I refused to accept out parting. But, pathetically enough, I just wanted to hear his voice. Merlin, I let him talk, fully knowing I was just going to dismiss him, just to listen to him speak. He tried to explain that he got scared when I told him how I felt. I told him to be quiet. I wasn't going to believe it. The only reason I interrupted him was because I was truly going to go back to him. I believed him whole-heartedly. I was so close to accepting him back into my life. But I didn't, instead I smacked him. Malfoy saw the whole damn thing."
"Ron, you hit him!" Hermione cried. "I want whomever did this to you to pay but to hit someone. That's just against school policy."
"So! He deserved it! The smarmy git. Ron did fantastically, if I were in his situation I'd have blown the boy's family jewels away."
Ron laughed quietly. "I should have thought about that."
"Okay, that's enough. Ron gather yourself, we'll be outside waiting."
Hermione grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him away before he gave Ron anymore ideas.
"Hold on Hermione. Why can't you tell us who this guy is? Is it that bad?"
Ron let his eyes drift away from the window, allowing the two pools of sullen, dull angst settle on the two.
"It's that bad."
Those three little words told all that the other two needed to know. Slytherin evil.
Harry and Hermione hastily left the hovel, in search for Malfoy. As the bell tolled, the end of class, the two Gryffindors raced out, grabbing Malfoy in the process before he could leave.
"Malfoy, Ron told us he had a slight quarrel with a guy, his ex you might have figured. We just want to know who it is." Hermione reasoned.
Draco looked down at the bunch of fabric the girl had in her fist. "Now I'll have to burn this blasted thing." He mumbled.
"That's enough, Malfoy. Why must you be such a bastard? We want to know who this guy is so we can have a talk with him." Harry huffed, his patients wearing thin.
"Talk to him about what?" Draco knew. He was actually a little weary about the 'conversation' Harry was going to have with this mystery man: him. He knew that Harry was very protective of his close friend and family. Let's just hope he never figured out it was he who hurt his ("And my," he thought.) Ron, before he could informed his father of Harry.
"Even though this is none of your business, we want to talk to him about why he hurt Ron so deeply."
"Well, that's none of your bloody business. Just his and Ron's."
"Are you protecting him?" Harry growled, standing toe-to-toe with the Slytherin.
"Yes." Malfoy quickly went to class.
"So he is a Slytherin. Whom else would Malfoy protect?" wondered Hermione as she watched as Ron drag himself out off the hut and towards the school.
"Oh Ron." Sighed Harry. "Who could like anyone from Slytherin?"
"There are a few people who are pretty cute." Hermione giggled softly.
"Like who?" Harry asked incredulously.
They quietly watched as Ron entered the castle, heading towards Divination.
"Draco Malfoy."