A/N: Here we go, one more time, everybody's feeling fine... well.... you know....
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Chapter.... ?
"Ugh! I can't stand when they accuse me of this crud! First they accused me of being in love with Seamus Finnigan last year..." for a second he drifted off at the thought of all the times Harry and Hermione had sniggered while pointed out that Ron had looked at Seamus a little too long when Seamus had turned around, "and now they're accusing me of liking Malfoy! Malfoy for Gods sakes! Thats just plain insulting!" He paused and looked out the corridor window, but his attention was quickly snapped back up to someone stepping out of a nearby classroom.
"You act like I liked it much better, Weasel. It's more of an insult to me, as my family actually has pride left to them -- "
It was Draco alright, and Ron didn't hesitate to cut him off with a sharp insult.
"Yeah, thats about all you have left, after you father fell with his capture -- "
"Shut it Weasel, at least we had money at one time!"
"Shut your yap, Ferretboy!"
During this whole shouting match, they had steadily been stepping towards each other, til their faces were less than a foot away from each other.
Draco smirked. "Make me."
Ron narrowed his eyes. He didn't dare harm Malfoy, he had gotten into enough trouble over the summer, and plus was still on major punishment for stealing his Dad's care 3 years ago. "You're not worth my time," he muttered turning away.
"Look who's talking..." Draco muttered in response. "Oh, and Weasley," he suddenly smirked and jammed his hand into his pocket.
Ron turned and looked at him. "What?"
"Here," Malfoy sneered, tossing over a bronze coin. "If you're gonna make such a fuss over making a disgrace to your worthless family, you might as well get paid for it." He started laughing while he turned away and headed back down the corridor.
Ron's face reddened. Why did Malfoy always somehow get the last word? It wasn't right. One day Ron would get him back... one day he would --
"Hey Ron, having a nice little chat with Malfoy?" came a friendly voice as Oliver came walking down the corridor, holding an ice pack over his eye.
"What happened to your eye?" Ron inquired, not answering Oliver's question.
"Oh, this?" Oliver asked, pulling the ice pack away, revealing a blackened eye. "Nothing really, just a little Quidditch accident."
"Really, it looks rather like a fist print..." Ron squinted at it, and could distinctly make out the lines of fingers.
"It was a Quidditch accident I told you!" Oliver spat back firmly. "Nothing more!"
"Ok then Oliver, I believe you," Ron smiled. The story would be all over the school soon anyways, he could wait.
"So what were you and Draco talking about anyways?"
"Just Quidditch," Ron smirked.
"Very funny."
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A/N I really didn't have a clue what to write in this, but I needed to update on the Draco/Ron situation so I figured I'd write another short and sweet with a little bit of humor. Please review!!
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Chapter.... ?
"Ugh! I can't stand when they accuse me of this crud! First they accused me of being in love with Seamus Finnigan last year..." for a second he drifted off at the thought of all the times Harry and Hermione had sniggered while pointed out that Ron had looked at Seamus a little too long when Seamus had turned around, "and now they're accusing me of liking Malfoy! Malfoy for Gods sakes! Thats just plain insulting!" He paused and looked out the corridor window, but his attention was quickly snapped back up to someone stepping out of a nearby classroom.
"You act like I liked it much better, Weasel. It's more of an insult to me, as my family actually has pride left to them -- "
It was Draco alright, and Ron didn't hesitate to cut him off with a sharp insult.
"Yeah, thats about all you have left, after you father fell with his capture -- "
"Shut it Weasel, at least we had money at one time!"
"Shut your yap, Ferretboy!"
During this whole shouting match, they had steadily been stepping towards each other, til their faces were less than a foot away from each other.
Draco smirked. "Make me."
Ron narrowed his eyes. He didn't dare harm Malfoy, he had gotten into enough trouble over the summer, and plus was still on major punishment for stealing his Dad's care 3 years ago. "You're not worth my time," he muttered turning away.
"Look who's talking..." Draco muttered in response. "Oh, and Weasley," he suddenly smirked and jammed his hand into his pocket.
Ron turned and looked at him. "What?"
"Here," Malfoy sneered, tossing over a bronze coin. "If you're gonna make such a fuss over making a disgrace to your worthless family, you might as well get paid for it." He started laughing while he turned away and headed back down the corridor.
Ron's face reddened. Why did Malfoy always somehow get the last word? It wasn't right. One day Ron would get him back... one day he would --
"Hey Ron, having a nice little chat with Malfoy?" came a friendly voice as Oliver came walking down the corridor, holding an ice pack over his eye.
"What happened to your eye?" Ron inquired, not answering Oliver's question.
"Oh, this?" Oliver asked, pulling the ice pack away, revealing a blackened eye. "Nothing really, just a little Quidditch accident."
"Really, it looks rather like a fist print..." Ron squinted at it, and could distinctly make out the lines of fingers.
"It was a Quidditch accident I told you!" Oliver spat back firmly. "Nothing more!"
"Ok then Oliver, I believe you," Ron smiled. The story would be all over the school soon anyways, he could wait.
"So what were you and Draco talking about anyways?"
"Just Quidditch," Ron smirked.
"Very funny."
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A/N I really didn't have a clue what to write in this, but I needed to update on the Draco/Ron situation so I figured I'd write another short and sweet with a little bit of humor. Please review!!