3. Confused
-Ron-
Ron had to finish the patrol by himself. He didn't really pay close attention and so the students got away with quite a lot. Then he went back to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry and Hermione were sitting on a couch in front of the fire. They were making out. When Ron gave a loud cough, they sprang apart.
"Oh, hey, Ron," Harry said in a flustered way. His face was red.
Hermione looked like she wished Ron had just left them alone, but she didn't say anything about it. So Ron sat down too.
"How was your date with Malfoy?" Harry said. Ron smacked Harry on the arm. "Ow!"
"Yeah, Ron," Hermione said. "Did you catch many rulebreakers?"
Trust Hermione to think about the rules, Ron thought. "No, because Malfoy took off!"
Hermione looked shocked. "He abandoned his prefect duties?"
"That's exactly what he did. He was being a prick and we had a little disagreement and I accidently tore his robes and he ran off."
"You tore his robes? Sounds like a date to me," Harry said. This time it was Hermione that smacked Harry.
"It was weird," Ron said. "He looked really upset."
"Who cares, it's just Malfoy," Harry said. Then he started to tickle Hermione and she started giggling and tickling him back.
Ron was kind of put off by that so he went up to bed.
-Draco-
In the morning, Draco tried to fix his ripped robes. He didn't know any sewing spells so he got an old Wimbourne Wasps Quidditch badge and pinned it on to hold the tear together. He hoped no one would ask him about the rips.
Draco went through his whole day in a silent bad mood. Whenever anyone except a teacher would talk to him, he would just look away. Pretty soon, everybody was avoiding him, even Crabbe and Goyle. That suited Draco just fine.
He was afraid to talk to anyone or they might discover what he didn't want them to know. As long as they left him alone, his secret was safe.
It was kind of lonely, but Draco knew he just had to tough it out. He was a Malfoy!
Last class of the day was Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors. Hagrid was showing the class some Grigs. They were tiny sprites with cricket bodies. They could jump really far and one jumped onto Seamus Finnegan's head and pulled his hair and wouldn't let go.
Draco was standing at the back of the group by himself, not really paying attention. Then he noticed that Ron was looking at him instead of at the Grigs. Ron had a kind of funny expression, like he was thinking about something.
"What do you want, Weasel?" Draco sneered, trying to drive Ron away.
The Gryffindor blinked, like he was surprised. "Nothing," he said and he turned around and stopped looking at Draco.
Draco was surprised too! He had expected an argument with Ron at the very least.
Now he wondered why Ron had been looking at him.
-Ron-
Ron had to finish the patrol by himself. He didn't really pay close attention and so the students got away with quite a lot. Then he went back to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry and Hermione were sitting on a couch in front of the fire. They were making out. When Ron gave a loud cough, they sprang apart.
"Oh, hey, Ron," Harry said in a flustered way. His face was red.
Hermione looked like she wished Ron had just left them alone, but she didn't say anything about it. So Ron sat down too.
"How was your date with Malfoy?" Harry said. Ron smacked Harry on the arm. "Ow!"
"Yeah, Ron," Hermione said. "Did you catch many rulebreakers?"
Trust Hermione to think about the rules, Ron thought. "No, because Malfoy took off!"
Hermione looked shocked. "He abandoned his prefect duties?"
"That's exactly what he did. He was being a prick and we had a little disagreement and I accidently tore his robes and he ran off."
"You tore his robes? Sounds like a date to me," Harry said. This time it was Hermione that smacked Harry.
"It was weird," Ron said. "He looked really upset."
"Who cares, it's just Malfoy," Harry said. Then he started to tickle Hermione and she started giggling and tickling him back.
Ron was kind of put off by that so he went up to bed.
-Draco-
In the morning, Draco tried to fix his ripped robes. He didn't know any sewing spells so he got an old Wimbourne Wasps Quidditch badge and pinned it on to hold the tear together. He hoped no one would ask him about the rips.
Draco went through his whole day in a silent bad mood. Whenever anyone except a teacher would talk to him, he would just look away. Pretty soon, everybody was avoiding him, even Crabbe and Goyle. That suited Draco just fine.
He was afraid to talk to anyone or they might discover what he didn't want them to know. As long as they left him alone, his secret was safe.
It was kind of lonely, but Draco knew he just had to tough it out. He was a Malfoy!
Last class of the day was Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors. Hagrid was showing the class some Grigs. They were tiny sprites with cricket bodies. They could jump really far and one jumped onto Seamus Finnegan's head and pulled his hair and wouldn't let go.
Draco was standing at the back of the group by himself, not really paying attention. Then he noticed that Ron was looking at him instead of at the Grigs. Ron had a kind of funny expression, like he was thinking about something.
"What do you want, Weasel?" Draco sneered, trying to drive Ron away.
The Gryffindor blinked, like he was surprised. "Nothing," he said and he turned around and stopped looking at Draco.
Draco was surprised too! He had expected an argument with Ron at the very least.
Now he wondered why Ron had been looking at him.