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6. A Strange Morning
-Ron-
Ron lay awake for an hour after the dream. His heart was beating fast and it wouldn't slow down for a long time. Falling like that in the dream had scared him. But dreaming about kissing Draco scared him even more!
First of all, Ron wasn't gay. At least he didn't think so. He was sure he would have noticed that by now.
And even if he *was* gay, which he was not, the last person he would want to kiss would be Draco Malfoy, his worst enemy. If he was gay, he'd go out with someone nicer, like Seamus or Justin Finch-Fletchley. Or maybe Neville.
But since he wasn't gay why was he even thinking about who he'd go out with? Probably the dream meant something else completely different.
Ron tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't stop thinking about the dream. So he got up and went down to the common room. He got out his Divination dreams book and started looking things up. But it was all a muddle, probably because he was still very sleepy.
Eventually, Ron fell asleep on one of the couches. He woke up in the morning when Hermione shook his shoulder. "Ron, why are you down here?" she said.
"I had a weird dream and I was trying to figure out what it meant." Ron pulled the book out from underneath him.
"Oh, Ron, that stuff is claptrap," Hermione said.
He wanted to get some advice about his dream, but he couldn't just tell her about Draco. "Uh...Hermione, what do you think it means, then, if you dream that you're kissing somebody?"
Hermione laughed. "It probably just means that you want to kiss her." She poked Ron in the ribs. "Who is she, Ron?"
"Nobody," Ron said in an annoyed way. No matter what Hermione said, he did *not* want to kiss Malfoy. Or even Neville.
-Draco-
Draco went for a walk before breakfast to try to think over some things. His plan of brushing off all the Slytherins was working really well. Which was why he was alone. Crabbe and Goyle had attached themselves to Blaise Zabini. Draco figured they could have waited at least a week first.
But he was worried now that Ron knew his secret. Ron had said that he wouldn't tell, but Draco was afraid that Ron would tell anyhow. After all, Ron was his enemy, right?
But Ron didn't really seem like an enemy last night. In fact, he'd been really nice to Draco. He was the only person so far that year who had been. Draco figured he'd just have to wait and see.
But why was Ron nice to him anyway? That was the most mysterious part. Even after Draco had treated Ron roughly, Ron had helped him.
At breakfast, Draco sat at the end of the table by himself. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw that Ron was also sitting at the end of the table. And he was looking over at Draco. But as soon as Draco looked, Ron stared down at his oatmeal.
Draco frowned. This was just getting weirder and weirder.
Then he forgot about Ron because his owl came in with a parcel for him. Maybe it was from his mother. She always sent treats to him at school. He opened it up and inside was a copy of a textbook that he hadn't been able to buy. But it was all banged up and scribbled on. He closed the parcel as quick as he could.
There was a note from his mother.
Darling Draco,
I finally found a second-hand copy of your textbook. I'm sorry that I couldn't send any treats along. Maybe next month. Study hard and make me proud.
Love, Mother
A second-hand book! How was he going to keep people from seeing that? Draco snatched up the parcel and hurried out of the hall. He was going so fast that he bashed right into someone.
"Watch it," he snarled.
"Watch it yourself," a familiar voice replied.
It was Ron.
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6. A Strange Morning
-Ron-
Ron lay awake for an hour after the dream. His heart was beating fast and it wouldn't slow down for a long time. Falling like that in the dream had scared him. But dreaming about kissing Draco scared him even more!
First of all, Ron wasn't gay. At least he didn't think so. He was sure he would have noticed that by now.
And even if he *was* gay, which he was not, the last person he would want to kiss would be Draco Malfoy, his worst enemy. If he was gay, he'd go out with someone nicer, like Seamus or Justin Finch-Fletchley. Or maybe Neville.
But since he wasn't gay why was he even thinking about who he'd go out with? Probably the dream meant something else completely different.
Ron tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't stop thinking about the dream. So he got up and went down to the common room. He got out his Divination dreams book and started looking things up. But it was all a muddle, probably because he was still very sleepy.
Eventually, Ron fell asleep on one of the couches. He woke up in the morning when Hermione shook his shoulder. "Ron, why are you down here?" she said.
"I had a weird dream and I was trying to figure out what it meant." Ron pulled the book out from underneath him.
"Oh, Ron, that stuff is claptrap," Hermione said.
He wanted to get some advice about his dream, but he couldn't just tell her about Draco. "Uh...Hermione, what do you think it means, then, if you dream that you're kissing somebody?"
Hermione laughed. "It probably just means that you want to kiss her." She poked Ron in the ribs. "Who is she, Ron?"
"Nobody," Ron said in an annoyed way. No matter what Hermione said, he did *not* want to kiss Malfoy. Or even Neville.
-Draco-
Draco went for a walk before breakfast to try to think over some things. His plan of brushing off all the Slytherins was working really well. Which was why he was alone. Crabbe and Goyle had attached themselves to Blaise Zabini. Draco figured they could have waited at least a week first.
But he was worried now that Ron knew his secret. Ron had said that he wouldn't tell, but Draco was afraid that Ron would tell anyhow. After all, Ron was his enemy, right?
But Ron didn't really seem like an enemy last night. In fact, he'd been really nice to Draco. He was the only person so far that year who had been. Draco figured he'd just have to wait and see.
But why was Ron nice to him anyway? That was the most mysterious part. Even after Draco had treated Ron roughly, Ron had helped him.
At breakfast, Draco sat at the end of the table by himself. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw that Ron was also sitting at the end of the table. And he was looking over at Draco. But as soon as Draco looked, Ron stared down at his oatmeal.
Draco frowned. This was just getting weirder and weirder.
Then he forgot about Ron because his owl came in with a parcel for him. Maybe it was from his mother. She always sent treats to him at school. He opened it up and inside was a copy of a textbook that he hadn't been able to buy. But it was all banged up and scribbled on. He closed the parcel as quick as he could.
There was a note from his mother.
Darling Draco,
I finally found a second-hand copy of your textbook. I'm sorry that I couldn't send any treats along. Maybe next month. Study hard and make me proud.
Love, Mother
A second-hand book! How was he going to keep people from seeing that? Draco snatched up the parcel and hurried out of the hall. He was going so fast that he bashed right into someone.
"Watch it," he snarled.
"Watch it yourself," a familiar voice replied.
It was Ron.