*Wow, it's been a while, huh?* lol
Ron looked around, they were the only ones in the dark hallway, at least for what he could see. Draco stepped in closer. "What's the matter Weasels?" He glowered. "Scared? I bet you're just like your father huh? No guts! Too scared to do anything but count his 'plugs'!" Something in Ron snapped. Draco had done nothing but insult his family since school began. He dropped his wand, and before he could control his fist, CRACK! He nailed Draco in the jaw, knocking him to the ground with one swift punch. Draco laid there, stunned.
Ron trembled, he looked around again; the group was still alone. Hyde and Steve just stared at him. Then he heard a sniff. Draco was crying! Harry held back his laughter. Ron smirked. Draco slowly pulled himself up. His face was now bright red, and tears and snot were running down his lips. "You're nothing but a retarded spaz Weasles!" He sputtered. Hyde offered Draco a yellow Handkerchief that was clearly used. Draco batted his arm away. "Hyde, you're a bigger puss then he is! Way to stand up for me, Crabbe and Goyle would have helped." Draco had begun to lead his fan club of 2 away from Harry and Ron. Harry looked at Ron with new found admiration.
"Where'd that come from?" He asked.
Ron looked at Harry and smiled, "Be aggressive!" He quoted Coach Formsma. "You've changed a lot too Harry," Ron said thoughtfully.
"Like how?"
"I dunno, but for the first time since we've met, I feel like we're equals. I like this feeling, I mean we could always talk before, but now, it's like I'm talking to a brother I've never had."
"Ron!" Harry smiled. "You have 5 brothers!"
"I know, but you're the brother I've always wanted."
There was an awkward silence. Harry cleared his throat, hoping to break the tension. Ron chuckled. They finally reached the Gryffindor common room, and said the password.
"Harkaned" Harry said, still feeling tense.
The portrait swung opened and the two boys entered. The only one in the room was Neville, everyone else had gone to bed.
"Hey Nev!" Ron said relived to have another person around. "Draco hasn't come through here yet, has he?"
Neville jumped. He had been pouring over a rather thick book. "I haven't seen him, have you guys seen my rememberall though? I know I'm forgetting something, but I can't remember!" He began to blush.
"No, but we'll try to remember to look for it!" Harry said, laughing at his own weak joke. Ron raised an eyebrow and headed off to bed.
Reaching their room, it dawned on him, why Harry seemed so different. It wasn't so much that Harry had changed, but Ron had. Ron began to change out of his cloak and into his pajamas. He looked in the mirror on the back of his door. He was no longer skinny and awkward, his soccer training had paid off. Although he wasn't "ripped" yet, he was getting some definite muscles. He flexed his abs, hoping to achieve a six pack in the near future. "Then I might get a good date for the ball!" He thought to himself. His face was no longer young looking, he had developed a jaw line, and his red hair was no longer cut in the usual bowl cut. Fred had introduced him to hair gel. So Ron had started spiking his hair a little bit. But it was more than physical appearance. Last year, Ron would have thought Harry's memory joke was hilarious. Ron stared at his reflection.
"Who am I becoming?" He said aloud, as if expecting his reflection to answer back. He turned down the lamp glowing next to the door, and climbed into bed. He never heard Harry come in.
Ron looked around, they were the only ones in the dark hallway, at least for what he could see. Draco stepped in closer. "What's the matter Weasels?" He glowered. "Scared? I bet you're just like your father huh? No guts! Too scared to do anything but count his 'plugs'!" Something in Ron snapped. Draco had done nothing but insult his family since school began. He dropped his wand, and before he could control his fist, CRACK! He nailed Draco in the jaw, knocking him to the ground with one swift punch. Draco laid there, stunned.
Ron trembled, he looked around again; the group was still alone. Hyde and Steve just stared at him. Then he heard a sniff. Draco was crying! Harry held back his laughter. Ron smirked. Draco slowly pulled himself up. His face was now bright red, and tears and snot were running down his lips. "You're nothing but a retarded spaz Weasles!" He sputtered. Hyde offered Draco a yellow Handkerchief that was clearly used. Draco batted his arm away. "Hyde, you're a bigger puss then he is! Way to stand up for me, Crabbe and Goyle would have helped." Draco had begun to lead his fan club of 2 away from Harry and Ron. Harry looked at Ron with new found admiration.
"Where'd that come from?" He asked.
Ron looked at Harry and smiled, "Be aggressive!" He quoted Coach Formsma. "You've changed a lot too Harry," Ron said thoughtfully.
"Like how?"
"I dunno, but for the first time since we've met, I feel like we're equals. I like this feeling, I mean we could always talk before, but now, it's like I'm talking to a brother I've never had."
"Ron!" Harry smiled. "You have 5 brothers!"
"I know, but you're the brother I've always wanted."
There was an awkward silence. Harry cleared his throat, hoping to break the tension. Ron chuckled. They finally reached the Gryffindor common room, and said the password.
"Harkaned" Harry said, still feeling tense.
The portrait swung opened and the two boys entered. The only one in the room was Neville, everyone else had gone to bed.
"Hey Nev!" Ron said relived to have another person around. "Draco hasn't come through here yet, has he?"
Neville jumped. He had been pouring over a rather thick book. "I haven't seen him, have you guys seen my rememberall though? I know I'm forgetting something, but I can't remember!" He began to blush.
"No, but we'll try to remember to look for it!" Harry said, laughing at his own weak joke. Ron raised an eyebrow and headed off to bed.
Reaching their room, it dawned on him, why Harry seemed so different. It wasn't so much that Harry had changed, but Ron had. Ron began to change out of his cloak and into his pajamas. He looked in the mirror on the back of his door. He was no longer skinny and awkward, his soccer training had paid off. Although he wasn't "ripped" yet, he was getting some definite muscles. He flexed his abs, hoping to achieve a six pack in the near future. "Then I might get a good date for the ball!" He thought to himself. His face was no longer young looking, he had developed a jaw line, and his red hair was no longer cut in the usual bowl cut. Fred had introduced him to hair gel. So Ron had started spiking his hair a little bit. But it was more than physical appearance. Last year, Ron would have thought Harry's memory joke was hilarious. Ron stared at his reflection.
"Who am I becoming?" He said aloud, as if expecting his reflection to answer back. He turned down the lamp glowing next to the door, and climbed into bed. He never heard Harry come in.
