Chapter 5
The Conversation
Harry met Ron in the Gryffindor's stands on the Quidditch field. The two boys had sat down next to each and surveyed the field.
There were a few moments of silence before Ron elbowed Harry and asked, "So, how bad is it?"
Harry sighed and answered, "Not bad at all…"
"NOT BAD!!!! What the hell does that mean?!? How can it not be bad?" Ron responded as he interrupted Harry.
"Well…. It's hard to explain really, Draco isn't as mean as he normally is for some reason. He almost seems to like me." Harry said as he stared out into the empty field.
"But that's absurd! Draco doesn't like anyone… I mean no one at all, outside of himself anyway." Ron replied as he too stared out into the empty field.
Harry crossed his leg over the other one and stared at Ron. He growled and said, "It's obvious not true because we seem to be getting along fine with me. It's really weird actually. I don't get it."
Ron glared at Harry and commented, "Its obvious isn't… He's putting on a show. So he could get you into trouble somehow. Maybe you shouldn't be here, he might tell McGonagall."
"I don't think so, because we have a truce and everything. Its just Draco seemed to have changed somehow, almost overnight. Like I said it's really weird."
Ron rolled his eyes and replied, "And when did you two become so chummy?"
Harry raised his eyebrow and asked, "Are you jealous?"
Ron's ears went pink. 'No I'm not jealous… Why would I be jealous of Draco Malfoy? He's nothing but a snot nosed twit! It's just we've friends for six years and you've hated Draco just that long. You've only been hanging out with him for two days! Two days! And already you seem to be friends! God I never thought you were that blind to someone's true personality!" Ron got up and stormed off toward the castle, leaving Harry to himself.
Harry stared at Ron's empty seat. Their conversation couldn't have gone more wrong. His eyes began to tear up as the words of what Ron said played in his mind. He was convinced that at least Ron would understand, but he didn't. All the problems he was having flooded into his brain and he sobbed into his hands, unable to control himself.
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Ron stormed into the castle, with a look of absolute murder upon his face. He was ready to explode on the first person he saw and he was in luck, because Draco had emerged from the dungeon and was looking for Harry. Not paying attention to where he was walking, Ron walked right into Draco.
"Watch where you're going Weasley!" Draco snapped at him.
Ron glared at Draco for a moment before he growled and said, "YOU!"
Draco, sensing the anger in Ron started to back away from him. "You! Oh how I want to hurt you right now…" He backed Draco against the wall. "This is the last straw! You just have to have everything don't you? Whatever you want, you take without the slightest care about anyone else! You stole my best friend from me… You couldn't make any on your own so you had to go steal mine didn't you? What didn't think I was worthy of any friends did you? Did you! Well, you're not going to get away with it this time…"
Draco's first instinct was to grab his wand and as he did, Ron growled, balled his hand into a fist and punched him so hard in the face that it broke his nose. Smiling, a twisted sort of smile, he stormed off toward the Gryffindor commons.
Draco stood there for a moment with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. His nose was bleeding profusely but he had to go and see if Harry was okay. So without thinking twice about his nose he headed out to the Quidditch field in a hurry.