Physical
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I'm trying to get them all finished. Soon. I don't really have that much time during school so if I can get a majority done tonight, then you'll be happy right. Sorry about any spelling errors... I'm lazy.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, except Draco's leather pants.
Chapter 7 | You've Got the Key To My Heart
Ron stood by the portal looking slightly miffed, if that's a word, if not, he was very peeved. For the third time this week Harry had refused to show up before light's out and it was now about 4am and he was still not here.
Ron was holding a stakeout.
"I'l make that kid tell me what he's up too." Ron mumbled under his breath. "Show him what the words 'best friend' mean!"
Harry stumbled through the portrait hole bleary eyed, disheveled, and with a slightly bloody spot on his cheek. He had a red mark on his neck and he was breathing rather heavily.
"Oy," Ron said stopping Harry in his tracks, "Harry, why don't you tell your friend where you've been. Or are you too good for me now that you have a girlfriend?"
Harry took a step back, his hands were up, his jaw gaping, "G-g-girlfriend? What are you talking about Ron?"
Ron advanced, "Look at you! Do you think I'm stupid? You must thinking you can come in here at 4am looking like that and think I don't know what's wrong with you!"
*Flashback*
"Oh Draco," Harry breathed heavily and arched his back.
Draco smirked and continued his attack on the boy's neck. Suddenly he stopped.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
"I want you to tell Ron about us."
"I can't do that Draco."
"Why?"
"It isn't right keeping something like this from a friend."
"How would you know anything about friendshi--" Harry blurted out, "Sorry Draco... I-"
"No Harry you're right. I don't know anything about friendship. But I do know that you are hurting him and if you really care about him you'll tell him what he needs to know and only what he needs to know to make the hurt stop."
"You don't know what you are asking."
"If he's a true friend, he'll stick with you."
"Harry if you don't do this you aren't getting any."
"You wouldn't!"
"You don't know me very well then."
*End Flashback*
"Look Ron. I'm telling you the truth. I don't have a girlfriend." Harry had stepped foward and his fists were clenched. His teeth were grinding, his viens bulging.
"Fuck off Potter! I know that look too well. That's how Charlie used to come home every night when he still lived at home, that's how Bill looked after his dates on Friday nights." Ron was every sahde of red and his fists were up, his hands shaking, his eyes narrowed.
"Ron, you know me! How often do I lie to you?" Harry said throwing his hands out and scoffing.
"Well... stop changing the subject Potter! I've got you cornered punk. You've avoided me for months but I know you're secret. Come on who is it? And why are you keeping it a secret." Ron said cutting the air with his hand. He reclenched his fists and started at it again.
"Ron listen to me..." Harry pleaded.
"Did you think I'd be jealous eh? Well I'm not, I'm happy for you kid. I just want the truth Harry I don't think that's asking too much." Ron bounced up and down on his heels holding his fists out and grunting every once and awhile.
"Hermi-" Harry began but Ron cut him off.
"I know you've told her Harry! I know you have! Always whispering abut things and then shutting up the minute I come by. What the fuck Harry? We're friends." Ron punched the wall. When he pulled his hand away it was bleeding. He hit the wall again and again.
Of course, in the destiney's twisted and ironic humor the portal swung open and Hermione walked in looking just as disheveled as Harry did.
"Shit..." Ron breathed in and looked between the two of them, "Oh no. This is just great." He started to laugh and hit the wall some more.
"Ron this isn't what it looks like." Harry moved toward him to stop him from hurting himself.
"Harry, Ron...?" Hermione said puzzled and concerned for Ron's well being.
"Oh you two!" Ron laughed some more, his knuckles were bleeding but they were still clenched, "This is just great! Man, keeping this from me! You know I like her Harry! You know I've had a crush on her for years. You knew it best friend. You knew it and know you're snogging her! Why I oughta!"
"Ron-" Hermione said stepping towards him.
"Shut up Hermione." Ron yelled glaring at Harry. If looks could kill....
"No Ron you shut up! I'm not snogging Hermione or any girl." Harry yelled at him, losing his cool.
"Then tell me Potter WHO THE FUCK IS IT!?" Ron shouted.
"DRACO MALFOY! Draco Malfoy alright?! I'm dating Malfoy, are you happy? The secret's out." Harry looked down at the floor and then back up at Ron.
"Shit..." Ron said then turned to Hermione, "Who were you with then?"
"You like me." Hermione said gasping. "Are you telling the truth?" Hermione was biting her lip, her brow furrowed, and knees shaking. Ron nodded, a tear slid down her cheek. "Why didn't you tell me you oaf?"she ran at him and hugged him round the neck, "You are such a dork Ronald Weasley."
"Answer my question Hermione, who were you with." Ron said coldly.
Hermione sniffed again, a few more tears slid down her cheeks and she pulled away, she turned her back to him, "Ian Yule a seventh year Ravenclaw. He said he loved me but..." Her shoulders started to shake and she made sniffling noises.
"That bastard." Ron said and walked over to her. He hugged her from behind.
Harry stole the moment to sneak away.
Hermione turned and looked up at Ron, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he replied and bushed away her tears.
Hermione smiled, "Why are you so nice to me?"
"Well, I love you Hermione."
"You know Harry left right?"
"Yeah, he'll get what's coming to him though."
"Don't be too rough on him Ron... he's going through a tough time."
"I'm not mad at Harry. I am going to slaughter Malfoy and Yule though."
"Don't worry about Ian. I'm through with him."
"Good. Hermione, I probably don't have to ask this but-"
"Yes."
#
Draco walked down the hall towards Transfiguration. His eyes lit up when he saw the Dream Team. Ron and Harry were talking animatedly about something, and Ron held Hermione's hand. Draco smirked.
Ron caught the silver blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and glared at the blonde mustering every bit of hatred in his coul and throwing it at him.
Draco blinked, Harry must've told him, he thought. Good, things were looking interesting.
Ron turned to Hermione, "Want to go for a walk?" Hermione nodded and waved to Harry.
Harry nodded, "Have fun."
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I'm trying to get them all finished. Soon. I don't really have that much time during school so if I can get a majority done tonight, then you'll be happy right. Sorry about any spelling errors... I'm lazy.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, except Draco's leather pants.
Chapter 7 | You've Got the Key To My Heart
Ron stood by the portal looking slightly miffed, if that's a word, if not, he was very peeved. For the third time this week Harry had refused to show up before light's out and it was now about 4am and he was still not here.
Ron was holding a stakeout.
"I'l make that kid tell me what he's up too." Ron mumbled under his breath. "Show him what the words 'best friend' mean!"
Harry stumbled through the portrait hole bleary eyed, disheveled, and with a slightly bloody spot on his cheek. He had a red mark on his neck and he was breathing rather heavily.
"Oy," Ron said stopping Harry in his tracks, "Harry, why don't you tell your friend where you've been. Or are you too good for me now that you have a girlfriend?"
Harry took a step back, his hands were up, his jaw gaping, "G-g-girlfriend? What are you talking about Ron?"
Ron advanced, "Look at you! Do you think I'm stupid? You must thinking you can come in here at 4am looking like that and think I don't know what's wrong with you!"
*Flashback*
"Oh Draco," Harry breathed heavily and arched his back.
Draco smirked and continued his attack on the boy's neck. Suddenly he stopped.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
"I want you to tell Ron about us."
"I can't do that Draco."
"Why?"
"It isn't right keeping something like this from a friend."
"How would you know anything about friendshi--" Harry blurted out, "Sorry Draco... I-"
"No Harry you're right. I don't know anything about friendship. But I do know that you are hurting him and if you really care about him you'll tell him what he needs to know and only what he needs to know to make the hurt stop."
"You don't know what you are asking."
"If he's a true friend, he'll stick with you."
"Harry if you don't do this you aren't getting any."
"You wouldn't!"
"You don't know me very well then."
*End Flashback*
"Look Ron. I'm telling you the truth. I don't have a girlfriend." Harry had stepped foward and his fists were clenched. His teeth were grinding, his viens bulging.
"Fuck off Potter! I know that look too well. That's how Charlie used to come home every night when he still lived at home, that's how Bill looked after his dates on Friday nights." Ron was every sahde of red and his fists were up, his hands shaking, his eyes narrowed.
"Ron, you know me! How often do I lie to you?" Harry said throwing his hands out and scoffing.
"Well... stop changing the subject Potter! I've got you cornered punk. You've avoided me for months but I know you're secret. Come on who is it? And why are you keeping it a secret." Ron said cutting the air with his hand. He reclenched his fists and started at it again.
"Ron listen to me..." Harry pleaded.
"Did you think I'd be jealous eh? Well I'm not, I'm happy for you kid. I just want the truth Harry I don't think that's asking too much." Ron bounced up and down on his heels holding his fists out and grunting every once and awhile.
"Hermi-" Harry began but Ron cut him off.
"I know you've told her Harry! I know you have! Always whispering abut things and then shutting up the minute I come by. What the fuck Harry? We're friends." Ron punched the wall. When he pulled his hand away it was bleeding. He hit the wall again and again.
Of course, in the destiney's twisted and ironic humor the portal swung open and Hermione walked in looking just as disheveled as Harry did.
"Shit..." Ron breathed in and looked between the two of them, "Oh no. This is just great." He started to laugh and hit the wall some more.
"Ron this isn't what it looks like." Harry moved toward him to stop him from hurting himself.
"Harry, Ron...?" Hermione said puzzled and concerned for Ron's well being.
"Oh you two!" Ron laughed some more, his knuckles were bleeding but they were still clenched, "This is just great! Man, keeping this from me! You know I like her Harry! You know I've had a crush on her for years. You knew it best friend. You knew it and know you're snogging her! Why I oughta!"
"Ron-" Hermione said stepping towards him.
"Shut up Hermione." Ron yelled glaring at Harry. If looks could kill....
"No Ron you shut up! I'm not snogging Hermione or any girl." Harry yelled at him, losing his cool.
"Then tell me Potter WHO THE FUCK IS IT!?" Ron shouted.
"DRACO MALFOY! Draco Malfoy alright?! I'm dating Malfoy, are you happy? The secret's out." Harry looked down at the floor and then back up at Ron.
"Shit..." Ron said then turned to Hermione, "Who were you with then?"
"You like me." Hermione said gasping. "Are you telling the truth?" Hermione was biting her lip, her brow furrowed, and knees shaking. Ron nodded, a tear slid down her cheek. "Why didn't you tell me you oaf?"she ran at him and hugged him round the neck, "You are such a dork Ronald Weasley."
"Answer my question Hermione, who were you with." Ron said coldly.
Hermione sniffed again, a few more tears slid down her cheeks and she pulled away, she turned her back to him, "Ian Yule a seventh year Ravenclaw. He said he loved me but..." Her shoulders started to shake and she made sniffling noises.
"That bastard." Ron said and walked over to her. He hugged her from behind.
Harry stole the moment to sneak away.
Hermione turned and looked up at Ron, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he replied and bushed away her tears.
Hermione smiled, "Why are you so nice to me?"
"Well, I love you Hermione."
"You know Harry left right?"
"Yeah, he'll get what's coming to him though."
"Don't be too rough on him Ron... he's going through a tough time."
"I'm not mad at Harry. I am going to slaughter Malfoy and Yule though."
"Don't worry about Ian. I'm through with him."
"Good. Hermione, I probably don't have to ask this but-"
"Yes."
#
Draco walked down the hall towards Transfiguration. His eyes lit up when he saw the Dream Team. Ron and Harry were talking animatedly about something, and Ron held Hermione's hand. Draco smirked.
Ron caught the silver blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and glared at the blonde mustering every bit of hatred in his coul and throwing it at him.
Draco blinked, Harry must've told him, he thought. Good, things were looking interesting.
Ron turned to Hermione, "Want to go for a walk?" Hermione nodded and waved to Harry.
Harry nodded, "Have fun."