Chapter 4
Caution: There is D/G later in this chapter!
In no time at all, it was Christmas. Ron awoke to a giant bundle of presents at the foot of his bed, and had ripped off all the wrapping paper in record time. All his Christmas presents were satisfactory: the usual maroon jumper from mum, a bright orange Chudley Canons shirt from Harry, a book on famous Quidditch tactics from Hermione, and various sweets from his other friends. He had yet one present to open, which was wrapped in a fluorescent purple paper, and was very box-y. Carefully, he examined it from all angles, and unwrapped it, revealing a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, with a single note attached. It read: Merry Christmas Ronald! Who on earth calls him Ronald? he thought, and besides his mother, he could not think of a single person. He shrugged it off, and went downstairs with Harry to join Hermione for breakfast.
Having eaten a spectacular breakfast, (Ron duly noted that the house elves had outdone themselves), and having had a spectacular snowball fight, he came in from the bitter cold and made his way up the stairs to the common room (Harry and Hermione were still outside rolling around in the snow). As he made his way up the last flight of stairs, he heard a peculiar sound coming from a darkened corner, and edging closer, he realized that the peculiar sound was distinctly a female moaning. Curious to see who could be up to the naughty, he poked his head around the corner and gasped. What he saw made his heart break in two and his breakfast come back up to his mouth.
It was Ginny, with that prune Malfoy nipping, licking, kissing, sucking and doing all sorts of unthinkable things to her neck. Her poor, virgin neck! He hadn't made a sound at all, but as the reality of this hit him smack in the face, he screamed.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!! MY EYES!!"
He tore down the hall before they could say anything and ran far, far away from the common room as possible. It wasn't until he ran head first into Luna Lovegood that he had come to a stop. The impact of his speedy running had caused both Ron and Luna to crash into the ground, her latest edition of The Quibbler flying out of her hand. She groaned, and brought a hand to rub her forehead.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Ronald?"
He froze, and remembered the unthinkable. It sent chills up his spine just thinking about it.
"Er...you don't want to know," was his short reply, before he crawled over Luna's body and grabbed The Quibbler to return to her.
"Thank you," her face resumed its glazed over look. Actually, Ron did want to tell Luna what he had just seen, just to get if off his chest so he would stop feeling nauseous. Luna must have sensed this, because at the precise moment, she asked once again, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Before he knew it, everything came pouring out of his mouth.
"And it's just so wrong! I mean, my sister and Malfoy?! Its...its...sickening!"
Luna smiled, about to laugh, but stopped when she saw the agony he was going through.
"Well, maybe its different for them. Maybe he really cares for her, otherwise she wouldn't have let him do things like that to her," she mused, trying, and failing to calm Ron down.
"Still! It's Malfoy! Its wrong!"
"Maybe it's not wrong for them."
"But...but...I need to go lie down." and with that, Ron got up, waved his hand curtly, and tore down the hall back to the common room.
"Ron! Its not that big of a deal!" Ginny was furious, her hands flying everywhere, and her face as red as her hair. The ever so famous Weasley temper was flying between her and Ron.
"No big deal?! NO BIG DEAL?! THIS IS MALFOY! Have you forgotten that his dad is the one that almost led you to your death in your second year?! Have you forgotten that they're strong supporters of You-Know-Who?!" he bellowed, his face just as red as Ginny's.
"You're being immature about it! He's changed since second year! HE CARES ABOUT ME!"
"Yeah, right! Almost as much as he cares about getting all the inside information on Harry! You're going to be the cause of Harry's death! All because you dated MALFOY! He's going to sell us out, you wait and see!"
Ron had gone too far, Ginny's face turned a slight shade of purple, before she raged, "RON, YOU'RE SUCH A GIT!" and punched him in the shoulder before stalking off to the girls' dormitories. Ron, however, took this as a good sign, and triumphantly exclaimed, "She'll break things off with him first thing tomorrow morning!"
To Ron's great dismay, Ginny still hadn't broken things off with Malfoy, and after two weeks since their argument, Ron had been feeling uneasy about their "relationship", and was on the verge of nervous breakdown. Everytime he pressed her on this issue, she would either ignore him, or tell him that she was not going to end things between her and Malfoy because of him. During all this time, he had noticed that clumps of his hair were falling out, leaving him with bald patches here and there. He panicked, thinking that his father's balding genetics were hitting him early. However, when he went to see Madam Pomfrey about this startling discovery, she merely told him that it was caused by too much stress, and that he really should start thinking about getting more "quiet time" on the weekends. Harry laughed his innards out when he heard this news, but then blamed the stress on the fact that Ron just would not get over the fact that his sister had finally found a boyfriend. Though he argued that if she were Harry's sister, he would be stressed out too, Harry plainly stated that if Ginny had chosen Malfoy among all others, he must be a good person on the inside.
"Harry! You don't get it! I'm balding in patches and look completely insane! And its all due to Malfoy!" he shrieked, jabbing a finger at one of the several bald patches scattered across his head. Harry just smirked, and replied,
"I'm thinking maybe you're jealous of Malfoy."
"What?! Me, jealous of Malfoy?" his eyes bulging just slightly.
"Why sure, I mean, he's dating your sister, who just might be his special someone. Maybe you're jealous because you haven't found your's yet."
Oh, ouch.
Caution: There is D/G later in this chapter!
In no time at all, it was Christmas. Ron awoke to a giant bundle of presents at the foot of his bed, and had ripped off all the wrapping paper in record time. All his Christmas presents were satisfactory: the usual maroon jumper from mum, a bright orange Chudley Canons shirt from Harry, a book on famous Quidditch tactics from Hermione, and various sweets from his other friends. He had yet one present to open, which was wrapped in a fluorescent purple paper, and was very box-y. Carefully, he examined it from all angles, and unwrapped it, revealing a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, with a single note attached. It read: Merry Christmas Ronald! Who on earth calls him Ronald? he thought, and besides his mother, he could not think of a single person. He shrugged it off, and went downstairs with Harry to join Hermione for breakfast.
Having eaten a spectacular breakfast, (Ron duly noted that the house elves had outdone themselves), and having had a spectacular snowball fight, he came in from the bitter cold and made his way up the stairs to the common room (Harry and Hermione were still outside rolling around in the snow). As he made his way up the last flight of stairs, he heard a peculiar sound coming from a darkened corner, and edging closer, he realized that the peculiar sound was distinctly a female moaning. Curious to see who could be up to the naughty, he poked his head around the corner and gasped. What he saw made his heart break in two and his breakfast come back up to his mouth.
It was Ginny, with that prune Malfoy nipping, licking, kissing, sucking and doing all sorts of unthinkable things to her neck. Her poor, virgin neck! He hadn't made a sound at all, but as the reality of this hit him smack in the face, he screamed.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!! MY EYES!!"
He tore down the hall before they could say anything and ran far, far away from the common room as possible. It wasn't until he ran head first into Luna Lovegood that he had come to a stop. The impact of his speedy running had caused both Ron and Luna to crash into the ground, her latest edition of The Quibbler flying out of her hand. She groaned, and brought a hand to rub her forehead.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Ronald?"
He froze, and remembered the unthinkable. It sent chills up his spine just thinking about it.
"Er...you don't want to know," was his short reply, before he crawled over Luna's body and grabbed The Quibbler to return to her.
"Thank you," her face resumed its glazed over look. Actually, Ron did want to tell Luna what he had just seen, just to get if off his chest so he would stop feeling nauseous. Luna must have sensed this, because at the precise moment, she asked once again, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Before he knew it, everything came pouring out of his mouth.
"And it's just so wrong! I mean, my sister and Malfoy?! Its...its...sickening!"
Luna smiled, about to laugh, but stopped when she saw the agony he was going through.
"Well, maybe its different for them. Maybe he really cares for her, otherwise she wouldn't have let him do things like that to her," she mused, trying, and failing to calm Ron down.
"Still! It's Malfoy! Its wrong!"
"Maybe it's not wrong for them."
"But...but...I need to go lie down." and with that, Ron got up, waved his hand curtly, and tore down the hall back to the common room.
"Ron! Its not that big of a deal!" Ginny was furious, her hands flying everywhere, and her face as red as her hair. The ever so famous Weasley temper was flying between her and Ron.
"No big deal?! NO BIG DEAL?! THIS IS MALFOY! Have you forgotten that his dad is the one that almost led you to your death in your second year?! Have you forgotten that they're strong supporters of You-Know-Who?!" he bellowed, his face just as red as Ginny's.
"You're being immature about it! He's changed since second year! HE CARES ABOUT ME!"
"Yeah, right! Almost as much as he cares about getting all the inside information on Harry! You're going to be the cause of Harry's death! All because you dated MALFOY! He's going to sell us out, you wait and see!"
Ron had gone too far, Ginny's face turned a slight shade of purple, before she raged, "RON, YOU'RE SUCH A GIT!" and punched him in the shoulder before stalking off to the girls' dormitories. Ron, however, took this as a good sign, and triumphantly exclaimed, "She'll break things off with him first thing tomorrow morning!"
To Ron's great dismay, Ginny still hadn't broken things off with Malfoy, and after two weeks since their argument, Ron had been feeling uneasy about their "relationship", and was on the verge of nervous breakdown. Everytime he pressed her on this issue, she would either ignore him, or tell him that she was not going to end things between her and Malfoy because of him. During all this time, he had noticed that clumps of his hair were falling out, leaving him with bald patches here and there. He panicked, thinking that his father's balding genetics were hitting him early. However, when he went to see Madam Pomfrey about this startling discovery, she merely told him that it was caused by too much stress, and that he really should start thinking about getting more "quiet time" on the weekends. Harry laughed his innards out when he heard this news, but then blamed the stress on the fact that Ron just would not get over the fact that his sister had finally found a boyfriend. Though he argued that if she were Harry's sister, he would be stressed out too, Harry plainly stated that if Ginny had chosen Malfoy among all others, he must be a good person on the inside.
"Harry! You don't get it! I'm balding in patches and look completely insane! And its all due to Malfoy!" he shrieked, jabbing a finger at one of the several bald patches scattered across his head. Harry just smirked, and replied,
"I'm thinking maybe you're jealous of Malfoy."
"What?! Me, jealous of Malfoy?" his eyes bulging just slightly.
"Why sure, I mean, he's dating your sister, who just might be his special someone. Maybe you're jealous because you haven't found your's yet."
Oh, ouch.