A/N: There will be slash in a few more chapters. Just wait for it!
2. Patrol
-Draco-
Draco allowed himself a small smile at the situation. "Couldn't wait to see me, huh?"
The redhead shot Draco a look of pure digust. "I just want to get this over with, Ferret."
"Sure, play it coy," Draco said with a grin. "We're supposed to patrol for two hours."
"Two hours?" Ron shrieked.
"Three times a week," Draco added. "For the rest of the year."
Ron looked so dejected at this news that Draco almost felt hurt! But he reminded himself that the only way he would get through this was if he could tease Ron.
They started out down the hallway. The students were still hyper from being back at school and they had to chase lots of them back to their common rooms. Then they caught two Gryffindor third years trying to sneak down to the kitchens.
"You're not supposed to do that," Ron said.
"But you do it all the time!" said one of the third years, a boy called Nigel Bloggs.
"That's different," said the Weasley boy, but he got kind of flustered and red. "Just don't do it any more."
"Yeah, and 20 points from Gryffindor," Draco added.
-Ron-
Ron couldn't believe his ears! That slimy Slytherin ferret was just out to get Gryffindor.
"You can't do that," Ron said and gave Draco a harsh look.
"Sure I can," said Draco with a shit-eating grin.
"Then I can too!" Ron was furious. "30 points from Slytherin!"
The blonde just laughed. "That won't work unless you catch someone breaking the rules. Weren't you listening to old Kent?"
"Fine. 20 points *to* Gryffindor."
"That won't work either! You're so bloody stupid, Weasley."
The two third years snuck away while Draco and Ron were yelling at each other. Neither of them noticed.
Ron got really, really angry. He just wanted to get the Malfoy boy. So he grabbed the front of Draco's robe and threw him down on the floor. There was a tearing sound.
"Fuck!" said Draco. "You ripped my robes, you asshole."
"So what," Ron said. "You can buy 20 more robes, I'm sure."
The Slytherin turned white. He jumped to his feet and ran off down the hall.
Ron was really puzzled. That seemed really unusual for Draco. He usually had a comeback everytime. And he never ran away.
Ron didn't know what to think.
2. Patrol
-Draco-
Draco allowed himself a small smile at the situation. "Couldn't wait to see me, huh?"
The redhead shot Draco a look of pure digust. "I just want to get this over with, Ferret."
"Sure, play it coy," Draco said with a grin. "We're supposed to patrol for two hours."
"Two hours?" Ron shrieked.
"Three times a week," Draco added. "For the rest of the year."
Ron looked so dejected at this news that Draco almost felt hurt! But he reminded himself that the only way he would get through this was if he could tease Ron.
They started out down the hallway. The students were still hyper from being back at school and they had to chase lots of them back to their common rooms. Then they caught two Gryffindor third years trying to sneak down to the kitchens.
"You're not supposed to do that," Ron said.
"But you do it all the time!" said one of the third years, a boy called Nigel Bloggs.
"That's different," said the Weasley boy, but he got kind of flustered and red. "Just don't do it any more."
"Yeah, and 20 points from Gryffindor," Draco added.
-Ron-
Ron couldn't believe his ears! That slimy Slytherin ferret was just out to get Gryffindor.
"You can't do that," Ron said and gave Draco a harsh look.
"Sure I can," said Draco with a shit-eating grin.
"Then I can too!" Ron was furious. "30 points from Slytherin!"
The blonde just laughed. "That won't work unless you catch someone breaking the rules. Weren't you listening to old Kent?"
"Fine. 20 points *to* Gryffindor."
"That won't work either! You're so bloody stupid, Weasley."
The two third years snuck away while Draco and Ron were yelling at each other. Neither of them noticed.
Ron got really, really angry. He just wanted to get the Malfoy boy. So he grabbed the front of Draco's robe and threw him down on the floor. There was a tearing sound.
"Fuck!" said Draco. "You ripped my robes, you asshole."
"So what," Ron said. "You can buy 20 more robes, I'm sure."
The Slytherin turned white. He jumped to his feet and ran off down the hall.
Ron was really puzzled. That seemed really unusual for Draco. He usually had a comeback everytime. And he never ran away.
Ron didn't know what to think.