Title: what should I do?
A/N: I thank everyone who wrote review. Because of duochang97's review,it is decided who Ron fell in love with. Now you get to chose the rating. From PG13 to R, your choice. And don't forget to send in plot idea. I am waiting !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a few thing I am going to say to the reviewers
To Keren (dopey_laughin@hotmail.com): thanks for you review, it was my first anonymous review.
To angellove: thank for the review. I like you story too.
To shadow rider: thank for putting me on your fave list. Me so happy!!! And snape is probably a good guy, I haven't thought about him yet.
To duochang97 (duochang97@yahoo.com): did you know you decided the fate of Ron Weasley in this story? Thank for the suggestion.
And I am a bit up upset about the fact no one else reviewed.
A/N: hello it is me again just remind you to review, it doesn't take long and it makes me very happy. You don't know how happy it makes me. I am trying to get is over double digit and I refuse to write if I don't get 10 for this one!! And I mean it. I can't write with out a plot, so you must give me some because I am completely uncreative.
NOW IT IS STORY TIME!!!!!!!!!!
Two day after the Harry/Hermione incident, Ron and Draco was in their flat and sleeping. They are nocturnal animals, more or less. Their master, no wait, masters, don't need them at day so they sleep.
"Hello, this is a call from you dad, hope your like it!" said the telephone that woke up Ron, in a chirpy little voice that just wished to be chocked.
"Stupid telephone." Hermione had insisted on charming the phone when he moved into the flat so it is connected to the Floo-net and uses that voice. He liked the Floo-net part since it connected him with the family, but no fireplace ever used that voice. It's just too chirpy for Ron.
"Hullo, dad." Ron picked up the phone and the chirpy voice stopped much to Ron's relief.
"Hello, Ron, are you still in bed?" His father question, he often found Ron in bed late in the morning as if he doesn't work. Arthur knew Ron works for the ministry. it's just where he doesn't know.
"Yeah,"
"With a Malfoy?" his father said scornfully.
"What are you on about"? Ron is puzzled
"Harry and Hermione visited me, yesterday. They said something about you and Malfoy." Mr. Weasley said.
"What?" Ron finally realized that the lie he told Harry got to his parents' ears 'stupid Harry!'
"Don't get me wrong. I am not trying to control your life. But a Malfoy?"
'Because there are already two group that does, the ministry and Voldemort.' Ron thought, rather bitterly and mockingly, in his in the inner most of his mind.
"Well, yeah. He can be gentle and nice. He is not like his dad, ok, he might be, just a bit, but he definitely loves me." Ron winced when heard he saying things that sounded like something that should be said by a mushy girl.
"Ok, if you say so, but bring Malfoy for lunch on Sunday. I just want to see if he really changed. I still don't trust a Malfoy."
"Right, Sunday lunch?"
" Yes."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye." And his father hanged up.
"Hope you enjoy the conversation!" chirped the telephone after he hanged up, 'stupid telephone.' he thought, 'and can't it stop being so damn cheery'. And he fell back to sleep.
By the time he woke up, it was lunch with Draco happily singing in the kitchen. He dreaded the times when Draco is in the kitchen, not because his cooking is horrible since he has been living with a horrible cook (AKA: Draco) for over a year and learned to cope with it and even enjoy things like burnt toast, runny fried egg, coffee with at least 300 g of sugar for breakfast, soggy sandwich, if he is lucky, for lunch and steak taste like leather, mushy vegetables for dinner. The first night Draco cooked, he was so astonished when he learned that a Malfoy can, indeed, cook, he forgot about telling him don't try it again.
Ron doesn't dread Draco's food, he dreaded Draco's potion, to be more precise the process of potion making because he makes such a mess! Ron knows that he is going to be the one to clean up; Draco's argument has been " I make it and you clean it up, fair is fair." Personally Ron thinks Draco hates the cleaning up part as well. And god knows they needed the potions! Anti-Veritaserum, healing potions, both mind and body, something that inhance your occlumency, which Ron never learned the name of and an energy revival ones that work like coffee but much faster. They wouldn't survive without one of them, anti-Veritaserum for the fact Snape made a lot of Veritaserum for Voldie, that occlumency one for the moments when the dark lord rummages their mind as if it is his own property, healing potion for curses, and what ever he dishes out, and his lordship got lots and lots to dish out. In fact, torturing people is the only thing he enjoys to do with non-magical weapon, like a whip. Ron winced slightly at the thought of the whip.
"But then I can't blame anyone, I wanted this job, I asked for it.' Images ran through his head, images of men, women, children, muggle, muggle-born, all those images were red, blood red, so much blood. So, so much blood, red enough to blind one, blind one of the happy, innocent world that exist away, far away from the redness. Apart from the blood, there were the sound, screaming, begging. When parents beg for there children's life in exchange of their own Ron always felt like hexing his "fellow comrades", make those bustard pay for what they've done. If it wasn't for Draco, he probably already done so.
He never seen Draco getting torture, even though he saw a lot of aftermaths, for some reason, they always get tortured to together, somehow. That was a good thing, because he doesn't know what he would do if he saw it.
"What the heck, I was speculating about the kitchen how did I got to this?" He wondered, and felt coldness on his cheek, he was curled up crying, crying for himself, Draco, and the nameless people he met on each raid. He wiped his eyes with his pajama sleeve and decided to get off the bed.
When he went in the kitchen, he saw Draco waltzing in the kitchen, in pajamas, and obviously making some potion. And for the first time he realized how beautiful Draco is with his sliver hair, gray eyes and the careless expert look on his face, the feline grace that showed when he moved.
"Hello." Draco smiled. 'Does he know he's beautiful when he smiles' Ron thought.
"Hi."
" This is the newest recipe for anti-veritaserum."
"Okay."
"Why are you grinning at me like that?"
"Oh, am I? Oh well."
" You WILL do the cleaning won't you"? Draco narrow his eyes, is Ron think about leaving the cleaning to him, again?
"Yeah."
"Good, now leave me alone."
" Right." With that Ron left.
Ron realized he might be in love with Draco, seriously in love.
'What should i do?' he whispered and with an after thought, " damn, I told him I going to do the cleaning."
A/N: What is it Ron is going do. I have no idea. It would be good if you can give me some. Review.
Next chapter: Ron might be doing something (he might be not, if I don't get any ideas), and they go and visit his parents.
A/N: I thank everyone who wrote review. Because of duochang97's review,it is decided who Ron fell in love with. Now you get to chose the rating. From PG13 to R, your choice. And don't forget to send in plot idea. I am waiting !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a few thing I am going to say to the reviewers
To Keren (dopey_laughin@hotmail.com): thanks for you review, it was my first anonymous review.
To angellove: thank for the review. I like you story too.
To shadow rider: thank for putting me on your fave list. Me so happy!!! And snape is probably a good guy, I haven't thought about him yet.
To duochang97 (duochang97@yahoo.com): did you know you decided the fate of Ron Weasley in this story? Thank for the suggestion.
And I am a bit up upset about the fact no one else reviewed.
A/N: hello it is me again just remind you to review, it doesn't take long and it makes me very happy. You don't know how happy it makes me. I am trying to get is over double digit and I refuse to write if I don't get 10 for this one!! And I mean it. I can't write with out a plot, so you must give me some because I am completely uncreative.
NOW IT IS STORY TIME!!!!!!!!!!
Two day after the Harry/Hermione incident, Ron and Draco was in their flat and sleeping. They are nocturnal animals, more or less. Their master, no wait, masters, don't need them at day so they sleep.
"Hello, this is a call from you dad, hope your like it!" said the telephone that woke up Ron, in a chirpy little voice that just wished to be chocked.
"Stupid telephone." Hermione had insisted on charming the phone when he moved into the flat so it is connected to the Floo-net and uses that voice. He liked the Floo-net part since it connected him with the family, but no fireplace ever used that voice. It's just too chirpy for Ron.
"Hullo, dad." Ron picked up the phone and the chirpy voice stopped much to Ron's relief.
"Hello, Ron, are you still in bed?" His father question, he often found Ron in bed late in the morning as if he doesn't work. Arthur knew Ron works for the ministry. it's just where he doesn't know.
"Yeah,"
"With a Malfoy?" his father said scornfully.
"What are you on about"? Ron is puzzled
"Harry and Hermione visited me, yesterday. They said something about you and Malfoy." Mr. Weasley said.
"What?" Ron finally realized that the lie he told Harry got to his parents' ears 'stupid Harry!'
"Don't get me wrong. I am not trying to control your life. But a Malfoy?"
'Because there are already two group that does, the ministry and Voldemort.' Ron thought, rather bitterly and mockingly, in his in the inner most of his mind.
"Well, yeah. He can be gentle and nice. He is not like his dad, ok, he might be, just a bit, but he definitely loves me." Ron winced when heard he saying things that sounded like something that should be said by a mushy girl.
"Ok, if you say so, but bring Malfoy for lunch on Sunday. I just want to see if he really changed. I still don't trust a Malfoy."
"Right, Sunday lunch?"
" Yes."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye." And his father hanged up.
"Hope you enjoy the conversation!" chirped the telephone after he hanged up, 'stupid telephone.' he thought, 'and can't it stop being so damn cheery'. And he fell back to sleep.
By the time he woke up, it was lunch with Draco happily singing in the kitchen. He dreaded the times when Draco is in the kitchen, not because his cooking is horrible since he has been living with a horrible cook (AKA: Draco) for over a year and learned to cope with it and even enjoy things like burnt toast, runny fried egg, coffee with at least 300 g of sugar for breakfast, soggy sandwich, if he is lucky, for lunch and steak taste like leather, mushy vegetables for dinner. The first night Draco cooked, he was so astonished when he learned that a Malfoy can, indeed, cook, he forgot about telling him don't try it again.
Ron doesn't dread Draco's food, he dreaded Draco's potion, to be more precise the process of potion making because he makes such a mess! Ron knows that he is going to be the one to clean up; Draco's argument has been " I make it and you clean it up, fair is fair." Personally Ron thinks Draco hates the cleaning up part as well. And god knows they needed the potions! Anti-Veritaserum, healing potions, both mind and body, something that inhance your occlumency, which Ron never learned the name of and an energy revival ones that work like coffee but much faster. They wouldn't survive without one of them, anti-Veritaserum for the fact Snape made a lot of Veritaserum for Voldie, that occlumency one for the moments when the dark lord rummages their mind as if it is his own property, healing potion for curses, and what ever he dishes out, and his lordship got lots and lots to dish out. In fact, torturing people is the only thing he enjoys to do with non-magical weapon, like a whip. Ron winced slightly at the thought of the whip.
"But then I can't blame anyone, I wanted this job, I asked for it.' Images ran through his head, images of men, women, children, muggle, muggle-born, all those images were red, blood red, so much blood. So, so much blood, red enough to blind one, blind one of the happy, innocent world that exist away, far away from the redness. Apart from the blood, there were the sound, screaming, begging. When parents beg for there children's life in exchange of their own Ron always felt like hexing his "fellow comrades", make those bustard pay for what they've done. If it wasn't for Draco, he probably already done so.
He never seen Draco getting torture, even though he saw a lot of aftermaths, for some reason, they always get tortured to together, somehow. That was a good thing, because he doesn't know what he would do if he saw it.
"What the heck, I was speculating about the kitchen how did I got to this?" He wondered, and felt coldness on his cheek, he was curled up crying, crying for himself, Draco, and the nameless people he met on each raid. He wiped his eyes with his pajama sleeve and decided to get off the bed.
When he went in the kitchen, he saw Draco waltzing in the kitchen, in pajamas, and obviously making some potion. And for the first time he realized how beautiful Draco is with his sliver hair, gray eyes and the careless expert look on his face, the feline grace that showed when he moved.
"Hello." Draco smiled. 'Does he know he's beautiful when he smiles' Ron thought.
"Hi."
" This is the newest recipe for anti-veritaserum."
"Okay."
"Why are you grinning at me like that?"
"Oh, am I? Oh well."
" You WILL do the cleaning won't you"? Draco narrow his eyes, is Ron think about leaving the cleaning to him, again?
"Yeah."
"Good, now leave me alone."
" Right." With that Ron left.
Ron realized he might be in love with Draco, seriously in love.
'What should i do?' he whispered and with an after thought, " damn, I told him I going to do the cleaning."
A/N: What is it Ron is going do. I have no idea. It would be good if you can give me some. Review.
Next chapter: Ron might be doing something (he might be not, if I don't get any ideas), and they go and visit his parents.