Part V: Jealousy and Fear
---Draco's POV
I open my eyes reluctantly to the harsh morning light. And I had been having the most wonderful dream… Ron was in it, and so were all of these wonderful toys… I guess that my smirk must look a little perverted, because Blaise gives me an odd look before he scurries out of the room.
With a wistful sigh, I pull on my robes and leave as well, passing through the common room and heading straight for the great hall.
I notice right away that something is not quite right.
For the briefest of moments, I can't quite place my finger on it. Then it hits me.
'Draco?'
There's Potter at the Gyffindor table, and there, next to him, clinging to his arm is… I can hardly believe it.
It's Ron.
'Draco…'
My knees feel weak, my stomach ties itself in a knot. My legs collapse on me without warning.
'Draco.'
Everything is dark. I realize, looking out the window, that it's still night. Letting out a shaky breath, I roll and to my side- and freeze. Ron… laying right next to me?
"Were you jealous?" He breathes, just before-
"DRACO!" Someone's shaking my shoulders violently. "Wake up!"
"Blaise?" I murmur blurrily, trying to shake off the shock of the dream. "What the hell? What do you think you're doing?!"
"Hey, it's not my fault you've slept in! If you don't hurry, you're not going to have time for breakfast." He leaves the grumpily, and I find myself wondering, not for the first time, how a genuinely good person like Blaise Zabini ended up in Slytherin.
But the thought is not enough to cover up the dream, hanging over my head.
And I don't miss the fact that Ron stares at me all through breakfast.
```TBC```
---Draco's POV
I open my eyes reluctantly to the harsh morning light. And I had been having the most wonderful dream… Ron was in it, and so were all of these wonderful toys… I guess that my smirk must look a little perverted, because Blaise gives me an odd look before he scurries out of the room.
With a wistful sigh, I pull on my robes and leave as well, passing through the common room and heading straight for the great hall.
I notice right away that something is not quite right.
For the briefest of moments, I can't quite place my finger on it. Then it hits me.
'Draco?'
There's Potter at the Gyffindor table, and there, next to him, clinging to his arm is… I can hardly believe it.
It's Ron.
'Draco…'
My knees feel weak, my stomach ties itself in a knot. My legs collapse on me without warning.
'Draco.'
Everything is dark. I realize, looking out the window, that it's still night. Letting out a shaky breath, I roll and to my side- and freeze. Ron… laying right next to me?
"Were you jealous?" He breathes, just before-
"DRACO!" Someone's shaking my shoulders violently. "Wake up!"
"Blaise?" I murmur blurrily, trying to shake off the shock of the dream. "What the hell? What do you think you're doing?!"
"Hey, it's not my fault you've slept in! If you don't hurry, you're not going to have time for breakfast." He leaves the grumpily, and I find myself wondering, not for the first time, how a genuinely good person like Blaise Zabini ended up in Slytherin.
But the thought is not enough to cover up the dream, hanging over my head.
And I don't miss the fact that Ron stares at me all through breakfast.
```TBC```