Author's Note: I'm glad you guys are enjoying the way I portray the characters. yipee! I just love checking my email and seeing "fanfiction reveiw alert" it makes me so happy! *dances* Anywho! On with the story. Again, THANKS! Everyone get's cheesecake! wee! *hands out cheesecake to reviewers* want cheesecake? please review.
oh, and basically this chapter is about Ickle Ronnikins. *giggle*
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Whispers in the Rain
Chapter 7: What's up with Ron?
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"Ron, can I talk to you?" Harry asked. Ron looked up from his Quidditch book and smiled, nodding. Harry gave him a serious look before speaking. "I was wondering if you've been feeling okay? You've been.. honestly? Acting very bizzare."
"Why, Harry, how do you mean?" Ron asked, looking innocent.
"Well, this thing with Malfoy for one." Harry explained. "I was expecting you to freak out! Normally your not this... accepting when it concerns Draco Malfoy."
"Oh, Harry!" Ron laughed lightly, then twitched. "I'm fine. I've just re-evaluated my way of thinking is all."
"See, that's another thing." Harry replied. "You've been so polite and proper! Well, excluding when your constantly trying to shove me into Malfoy from behind."
"Harry, your never gonna get him if you don't stop calling him Malfoy. Call him Draco." Ron told him. Harry stared, not believing what his ears had heard. Ron barely noticed and continued to talk. "You see, you need to get to the core of Draco's heart. Attack from the inside. Now, I've taken the beginning steps to make sure Draco thinks your like him like that. You just need to get under the skin. Draco has a very large shield garding him, it's hard to break through."
Harry just stared. He really didn't know what else to do. Ron held a grin on his face for a minute before returning to his book. Harry leaned back in his chair and watched Ron out fo the corner of his eyes. There was something so different about Ron. His usual parranoia was absent. He seemed so relaxed and calm. Not to mention this thing with Draco.
Everyone in Hogwarts knew what Ron felt when it came to the Malfoy family. He normally didn't like Draco, this was the obvious. Out the three of them, Ron probably hated him the most. Hermione disliked him, sure, but she seemed to ignore him most of the time. Harry... well, Harry just kinda reacted to whatever Draco threw at him. At least, that was before the crush developed.
Still, Ron was a moody person. And, maybe, just maybe, he really did "evaluate his way of thinking". Harry wasn't sure about what he meant, but he could only assume it was for the better. Ron hadn't had a single explosion of emotions since Christmas break started. Whether that had to do with Hermione's absence, Harry wasn't sure. Harry knew Ron was obsessed over Hermione. It was obvious since the first day they met, come to think of it. Hermiome, though, was a different story. Maybe it was becasue Harry didn't understand girls, not that he wanted to. But, in Harry's opinion, Hermione must feel the same way for Ron. Why else would they bicker so much?
"Hey, Harry?" Ron spoke up. "Do you believe in soul mates?"
"Well... kinda." Harry replied. "Why do you ask?"
"I dont' know." Ron frowned. "The question just popped up in my mind." He shrugged. "I guess with this whole crush thing between you and Draco has made me think about love a little bit."
"Have you wrote to Hermione?" Harry asked.
"No! Why?" Ron gave him a suspicious look.
"I was just wondering." Harry stated. Ron sighed.
"Do you think I should?" Ron asked. "Send her a Christmas greeting? I usually don't, you know. I just give her her present and that's about it. Maybe I should send her a Merry Christmas of something?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Harry replied. Ron nodded, his face looking thoughtful.
Across the castle, Draco Malfoy was enjoying the quiet fire in the Slytherin common room. He was lost in his thoughts, though strangely not even thinking of anything. Random things seemed to float through his mind. The face of Harry. The foot that had been touching his leg yesterday. Ron's invitation to spend Christmas with them.
'What is wrong with the Weasel, anyway?' Draco thought to himself. 'He's acting civil to me. It's really giving me the creeps. Not that I care about the pathetic Weasel... still, I'm curious as to if he's okay.'
Fighting the urge to leave the common room and, shockingly, make his way to the Gryffindor tower, Draco concentrated on the fire. The sound of tapping caught his attention. Turning his head, Draco spotted the Malfoy eagle owl tapping at the only window in the common room. After opening the tiny panel, letting the wind blow some snow into the room, Draco turned to the owl and pulled off the letter. The owl, not waiting for a reply, swooped past him and out the window. Draco scanned through the short letter from his father. (a/n: i'm not gonna say what was in it because, truthfully, it doesn't matter)
Groaning, Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and quill to reply to his father. Normally he woudl of waited, since it wasn't that big of a deal, but he was bored and needed something to do. After writing his short letter, he figured he might as well take the next step and send it off. He knew the eagle owl had went to the owlery. 'Lazy-ass bird. Can't ever wait for me to finish a reply. Always has to go flirt with the other owls.' Draco smirked as he exited the common room. 'He seems to like Potter's owl. What's it's name? Hedwig? What kind of name is that anyway?'
"Hey, Harry?" Ron asked nervously. Harry looked up at Ron and noticed he was holding a small envelope. "C-Could you do soemthing for me?"
"Sure, what is it?" Harry asked. Ron relunctantly held out the parchment envelope.
"Send this to Hermione?" Ron requested. "I'm afraid if I do it I'll chicken out."
"Alright." Harry smiled at his friend. "I will."
And off Harry went to the owlery, not even realizing that Draco was going to the exact same place.
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ooooo, cliff hanger! muwahahahah!!!!
oh, and basically this chapter is about Ickle Ronnikins. *giggle*
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Whispers in the Rain
Chapter 7: What's up with Ron?
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"Ron, can I talk to you?" Harry asked. Ron looked up from his Quidditch book and smiled, nodding. Harry gave him a serious look before speaking. "I was wondering if you've been feeling okay? You've been.. honestly? Acting very bizzare."
"Why, Harry, how do you mean?" Ron asked, looking innocent.
"Well, this thing with Malfoy for one." Harry explained. "I was expecting you to freak out! Normally your not this... accepting when it concerns Draco Malfoy."
"Oh, Harry!" Ron laughed lightly, then twitched. "I'm fine. I've just re-evaluated my way of thinking is all."
"See, that's another thing." Harry replied. "You've been so polite and proper! Well, excluding when your constantly trying to shove me into Malfoy from behind."
"Harry, your never gonna get him if you don't stop calling him Malfoy. Call him Draco." Ron told him. Harry stared, not believing what his ears had heard. Ron barely noticed and continued to talk. "You see, you need to get to the core of Draco's heart. Attack from the inside. Now, I've taken the beginning steps to make sure Draco thinks your like him like that. You just need to get under the skin. Draco has a very large shield garding him, it's hard to break through."
Harry just stared. He really didn't know what else to do. Ron held a grin on his face for a minute before returning to his book. Harry leaned back in his chair and watched Ron out fo the corner of his eyes. There was something so different about Ron. His usual parranoia was absent. He seemed so relaxed and calm. Not to mention this thing with Draco.
Everyone in Hogwarts knew what Ron felt when it came to the Malfoy family. He normally didn't like Draco, this was the obvious. Out the three of them, Ron probably hated him the most. Hermione disliked him, sure, but she seemed to ignore him most of the time. Harry... well, Harry just kinda reacted to whatever Draco threw at him. At least, that was before the crush developed.
Still, Ron was a moody person. And, maybe, just maybe, he really did "evaluate his way of thinking". Harry wasn't sure about what he meant, but he could only assume it was for the better. Ron hadn't had a single explosion of emotions since Christmas break started. Whether that had to do with Hermione's absence, Harry wasn't sure. Harry knew Ron was obsessed over Hermione. It was obvious since the first day they met, come to think of it. Hermiome, though, was a different story. Maybe it was becasue Harry didn't understand girls, not that he wanted to. But, in Harry's opinion, Hermione must feel the same way for Ron. Why else would they bicker so much?
"Hey, Harry?" Ron spoke up. "Do you believe in soul mates?"
"Well... kinda." Harry replied. "Why do you ask?"
"I dont' know." Ron frowned. "The question just popped up in my mind." He shrugged. "I guess with this whole crush thing between you and Draco has made me think about love a little bit."
"Have you wrote to Hermione?" Harry asked.
"No! Why?" Ron gave him a suspicious look.
"I was just wondering." Harry stated. Ron sighed.
"Do you think I should?" Ron asked. "Send her a Christmas greeting? I usually don't, you know. I just give her her present and that's about it. Maybe I should send her a Merry Christmas of something?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Harry replied. Ron nodded, his face looking thoughtful.
Across the castle, Draco Malfoy was enjoying the quiet fire in the Slytherin common room. He was lost in his thoughts, though strangely not even thinking of anything. Random things seemed to float through his mind. The face of Harry. The foot that had been touching his leg yesterday. Ron's invitation to spend Christmas with them.
'What is wrong with the Weasel, anyway?' Draco thought to himself. 'He's acting civil to me. It's really giving me the creeps. Not that I care about the pathetic Weasel... still, I'm curious as to if he's okay.'
Fighting the urge to leave the common room and, shockingly, make his way to the Gryffindor tower, Draco concentrated on the fire. The sound of tapping caught his attention. Turning his head, Draco spotted the Malfoy eagle owl tapping at the only window in the common room. After opening the tiny panel, letting the wind blow some snow into the room, Draco turned to the owl and pulled off the letter. The owl, not waiting for a reply, swooped past him and out the window. Draco scanned through the short letter from his father. (a/n: i'm not gonna say what was in it because, truthfully, it doesn't matter)
Groaning, Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and quill to reply to his father. Normally he woudl of waited, since it wasn't that big of a deal, but he was bored and needed something to do. After writing his short letter, he figured he might as well take the next step and send it off. He knew the eagle owl had went to the owlery. 'Lazy-ass bird. Can't ever wait for me to finish a reply. Always has to go flirt with the other owls.' Draco smirked as he exited the common room. 'He seems to like Potter's owl. What's it's name? Hedwig? What kind of name is that anyway?'
"Hey, Harry?" Ron asked nervously. Harry looked up at Ron and noticed he was holding a small envelope. "C-Could you do soemthing for me?"
"Sure, what is it?" Harry asked. Ron relunctantly held out the parchment envelope.
"Send this to Hermione?" Ron requested. "I'm afraid if I do it I'll chicken out."
"Alright." Harry smiled at his friend. "I will."
And off Harry went to the owlery, not even realizing that Draco was going to the exact same place.
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ooooo, cliff hanger! muwahahahah!!!!
