Author's Notes: I know you guys have been wanting more D/H action. Well... I'm not gonna give it to you! MUWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! *cough-shudder-twitch* Instead your gonna get a little Ron/Hermione in here. *giggle*
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Whispers In the Rain
Chapter 12: In Which Christmas Break Ends
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Draco spent the remaining days of Christmas break in the Slytherin common room. He made sure to avoid Harry and Ron when heading for meals. Not that he ate much to begin with. Spending most of his time grumbling about Harry and the current situation, he didn't find himself very hungry.
It was now the last day of Christmas break. The returning Hogwarts student would arrive tomorrow morning. Draco sighed heavily. 'One day left of quiet solitude.' He thought to himself.
'One day left to make up with Harry.' A voice in the back of his mind whispered. Draco narrowed his eyes.
"I don't think so." Draco told the voice out loud. He could hear a faint laugh.
'Oh come on boy!' The voice said, amused. 'You've been thinking of him since that little thing in the Quidditch field! Go and make up with him.'
"Why should I?" Draco asked, annoyed. "It's not like anything can come from it."
'Draco, my boy, since when do you follow the rules set out by your father?' The voice asked. 'Last time i recalled, never. We both know you following his orders is just an act. So why should this be any different?'
Draco groaned. "Will you just shut up?!"
'Sorry, hun. But I can't. I'm your sub-conscious. Your stuck with me for the rest of your life.'
"Damn." Draco muttered. He rolled his eyes as the voice laughed evily. Sadly, the voice had a point. He never really was one to actually fallow his father's rules. He pretended to, but always in the last minute he would defy his father. Leaving the man in utter shock and anger. Not that his anger bothered Draco. His father might of been a Death Eater, but Lucius Malfoy was no danger to Draco. Draco laughed softly to himself, recalling the last time Lucius tried to punish him. Narcissa had gone on a rampage.
'Ha! See?' The voice suddenly spoke up. 'Your mother wouldn't let your father do anything. She's too into having that Perfect Rich Family look to let your father hurt you.' It was true. And Draco knew it.
Harry sat in front of Ron, watching as one of Ron's knights slaughtered his pawn. He sighed in frustration. "I don't see why I keep playing this with you, I always lose."
"True." Ron grinned in triumph as he won their third game of Wizard's Chess that evening. "We could always do something else. Hmm... Not really much to do, now is there? You could try and make up with Draco! I could help."
"No, I'm gonna follow Hagrid's advice. Let him come to me." Harry told him. Ron sighed, a little disapointed. Harry smiled over at him. "He'll give in. I can feel it."
"If you say so, Harry." Ron replied. "But Malfoy is a stubborn boy. Very stubborn. It's going to take him forever. We could easily hurry this up, you know. You guys can have a secret meeting... hmmm, and of course it would have to be in the owlery. Considering that's where you shared your first kiss."
"Stop being so romantic. You should be saving that for Hermione." Harry teased. Ron's face flushed and he looked down at the chess board. "By the way, did she ever reply to that letter you sent her?"
"No." Ron mumbled.
"What did you say to her?" Harry asked. Ron's face went even redder.
"I dont' really recall." He lied. "I just hope she's not mad at me over it. Blimey, that woudl be horrible. I hate when Hermione geets mad at me."
"I would think you'd be used to it by now." Harry said, laughing lightly. Harry looked down at his watch. "We should get to bed."
Both boys managed to sleep in the next morning and were awakened by Seamus and Dean talking loudly in the room. They quickly got up and got dressed, so they could rush down to the common room and find Hermione. They spotted her in the far corner, sitting to herself. She smiled as they came near. "I was wondering when you two sleepy heads were going to get up."
"Hey, Hermione." Harry greeted. "How was your Christmas?"
"Pretty good." Hermione glanced past Harry and at the red-head who was trying to hide behind him. "And I got a very interesting letter from you, Ron."
Ron laughed uneasily. Hermione stood and looked pointedly at Ron. "We need to talk." Harry watched, amused, as Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him through the common room entrance.
Hermione led Ron through the castle, which suddenly seemed to be very packed now that the students had returned. Finally, the two made it to a door that led outside. They walked out into the melting snow and cold frigid air. Hermione looked around, making sure they were alone before speaking her first word. "What made you write it?"
"I, well, I'm not sure." Ron told her. "I just felt like telling you... how... I feel."
"I thought it was some joke at first." Hermione said softly. "But the things you said where just so... passionate. I didn't think you could be like that. I never thought you were one to speak your emotions so clearly."
"Well, normally I'm not." Ron admitted. "I dont' know what's come over me. I've been acting the same way with Harry and some of the things he's been telling me. Just so... accepting of everything. Of my feelings for you. Of Harry. Even of Draco Malfoy."
"Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked, slightly confused. She looked Ron over, as thought trying to remember something.
"Yeah, Malfoy." Ron replied. "But I'm not going to tell you. It's Harry's job on that."
"Ron?" Hermione's eyes slowly widened. "Ron, do you remember that fight we had right before I left for Christmas break?"
"Yeah, of course." Ron laughed lightly. "I remember every fight when it comes to you, Hermione."
"Do you remember what the argument was about?" Hermione scrunched up her brow as she looked up at the red-head. "It was about you and how you react to things. How you accept things, remember? And I called you insufferable and told you that it would be a drastic change in your behaivor for you to be accepting and open. You insisted that wasn't true and I..."
"What?" Ron asked, confused. "All I remember is Harry interupting us and then we went to see you off. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh my," Hermione suddenly started giggling. "I can't believe I forgot! When I got on the train! Oh, wow. We gotta go find Harry. I can't believe it actually worked."
"What worked?" Ron asked as Hermione started heading for the school. She just waved him to follow her. Ron did, whining. "Come on, Hermione! What worked?!"
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MUWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! cliff hanger baby! Now you get to find out what happened to Ron that made him act that way! woot!
Now everyone be a good boy and girl and reveiw for me! *pats readers on head* that's a good boy.
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Whispers In the Rain
Chapter 12: In Which Christmas Break Ends
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Draco spent the remaining days of Christmas break in the Slytherin common room. He made sure to avoid Harry and Ron when heading for meals. Not that he ate much to begin with. Spending most of his time grumbling about Harry and the current situation, he didn't find himself very hungry.
It was now the last day of Christmas break. The returning Hogwarts student would arrive tomorrow morning. Draco sighed heavily. 'One day left of quiet solitude.' He thought to himself.
'One day left to make up with Harry.' A voice in the back of his mind whispered. Draco narrowed his eyes.
"I don't think so." Draco told the voice out loud. He could hear a faint laugh.
'Oh come on boy!' The voice said, amused. 'You've been thinking of him since that little thing in the Quidditch field! Go and make up with him.'
"Why should I?" Draco asked, annoyed. "It's not like anything can come from it."
'Draco, my boy, since when do you follow the rules set out by your father?' The voice asked. 'Last time i recalled, never. We both know you following his orders is just an act. So why should this be any different?'
Draco groaned. "Will you just shut up?!"
'Sorry, hun. But I can't. I'm your sub-conscious. Your stuck with me for the rest of your life.'
"Damn." Draco muttered. He rolled his eyes as the voice laughed evily. Sadly, the voice had a point. He never really was one to actually fallow his father's rules. He pretended to, but always in the last minute he would defy his father. Leaving the man in utter shock and anger. Not that his anger bothered Draco. His father might of been a Death Eater, but Lucius Malfoy was no danger to Draco. Draco laughed softly to himself, recalling the last time Lucius tried to punish him. Narcissa had gone on a rampage.
'Ha! See?' The voice suddenly spoke up. 'Your mother wouldn't let your father do anything. She's too into having that Perfect Rich Family look to let your father hurt you.' It was true. And Draco knew it.
Harry sat in front of Ron, watching as one of Ron's knights slaughtered his pawn. He sighed in frustration. "I don't see why I keep playing this with you, I always lose."
"True." Ron grinned in triumph as he won their third game of Wizard's Chess that evening. "We could always do something else. Hmm... Not really much to do, now is there? You could try and make up with Draco! I could help."
"No, I'm gonna follow Hagrid's advice. Let him come to me." Harry told him. Ron sighed, a little disapointed. Harry smiled over at him. "He'll give in. I can feel it."
"If you say so, Harry." Ron replied. "But Malfoy is a stubborn boy. Very stubborn. It's going to take him forever. We could easily hurry this up, you know. You guys can have a secret meeting... hmmm, and of course it would have to be in the owlery. Considering that's where you shared your first kiss."
"Stop being so romantic. You should be saving that for Hermione." Harry teased. Ron's face flushed and he looked down at the chess board. "By the way, did she ever reply to that letter you sent her?"
"No." Ron mumbled.
"What did you say to her?" Harry asked. Ron's face went even redder.
"I dont' really recall." He lied. "I just hope she's not mad at me over it. Blimey, that woudl be horrible. I hate when Hermione geets mad at me."
"I would think you'd be used to it by now." Harry said, laughing lightly. Harry looked down at his watch. "We should get to bed."
Both boys managed to sleep in the next morning and were awakened by Seamus and Dean talking loudly in the room. They quickly got up and got dressed, so they could rush down to the common room and find Hermione. They spotted her in the far corner, sitting to herself. She smiled as they came near. "I was wondering when you two sleepy heads were going to get up."
"Hey, Hermione." Harry greeted. "How was your Christmas?"
"Pretty good." Hermione glanced past Harry and at the red-head who was trying to hide behind him. "And I got a very interesting letter from you, Ron."
Ron laughed uneasily. Hermione stood and looked pointedly at Ron. "We need to talk." Harry watched, amused, as Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him through the common room entrance.
Hermione led Ron through the castle, which suddenly seemed to be very packed now that the students had returned. Finally, the two made it to a door that led outside. They walked out into the melting snow and cold frigid air. Hermione looked around, making sure they were alone before speaking her first word. "What made you write it?"
"I, well, I'm not sure." Ron told her. "I just felt like telling you... how... I feel."
"I thought it was some joke at first." Hermione said softly. "But the things you said where just so... passionate. I didn't think you could be like that. I never thought you were one to speak your emotions so clearly."
"Well, normally I'm not." Ron admitted. "I dont' know what's come over me. I've been acting the same way with Harry and some of the things he's been telling me. Just so... accepting of everything. Of my feelings for you. Of Harry. Even of Draco Malfoy."
"Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked, slightly confused. She looked Ron over, as thought trying to remember something.
"Yeah, Malfoy." Ron replied. "But I'm not going to tell you. It's Harry's job on that."
"Ron?" Hermione's eyes slowly widened. "Ron, do you remember that fight we had right before I left for Christmas break?"
"Yeah, of course." Ron laughed lightly. "I remember every fight when it comes to you, Hermione."
"Do you remember what the argument was about?" Hermione scrunched up her brow as she looked up at the red-head. "It was about you and how you react to things. How you accept things, remember? And I called you insufferable and told you that it would be a drastic change in your behaivor for you to be accepting and open. You insisted that wasn't true and I..."
"What?" Ron asked, confused. "All I remember is Harry interupting us and then we went to see you off. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh my," Hermione suddenly started giggling. "I can't believe I forgot! When I got on the train! Oh, wow. We gotta go find Harry. I can't believe it actually worked."
"What worked?" Ron asked as Hermione started heading for the school. She just waved him to follow her. Ron did, whining. "Come on, Hermione! What worked?!"
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MUWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! cliff hanger baby! Now you get to find out what happened to Ron that made him act that way! woot!
Now everyone be a good boy and girl and reveiw for me! *pats readers on head* that's a good boy.
