Chapter Two – A Waltz

Draco raised his hand and Ron clamped his eyes tightly shut, waiting for the impact. But it never came. Draco tugged gently on Ron's shirt so that they were barely inches apart. Ron could feel the smaller Slytherin's breath on his face, warm and wet. "You're not worth the bother." Draco whispered. He pushed Ron backward and turned to walk off. "Back to your studying little boy." He shouted over his shoulder as he walked back up to the castle. Ron said nothing as Draco walked off.

Dear Diary,

Why does Ronald Weasley always have to be there to ruin such nice days? It was such a nice day out; I was looking forward to a nice sit down in the shade. Everyone is always telling me how I should get more fresh air. And I would have done if he hadn't said what he did. He insulted my mother.

The worst part about it is that I wonder if it's true. I don't see much of my mother. Even when I'm home for the holidays. She's hardly ever there. She's always out on some sort of errand for Voldemort. Even writing his true name sends shivers down my spine. I always ask her what she does but she never tells me. Will I end up like that? Never seeing my family? Always doing the Dark Lord's bidding?

I wonder if I'll ever have a family. After all, being gay makes it very hard to have children. I suppose that I could adopt. But listen to me, going on about families. I'm barely old enough to be thinking about falling in love and I'm already thinking about what it would be like to have children of my own.

Maybe I should get in touch with my father. Try and talk to him about leaving school and just join with the Dark Lord now. What use would be my schooling if I were not going to get a job? My family is terribly rich; there is no need for me to have a job.

And yet for all this thinking about it, I'm not sure I want to join with the Dark Lord. What would be the point? He has been defeated once and he will likely be defeated again. But what if he should come to power? What would become of me then for tuning down servantship to him?

Life is too confusing at the moment. I doubt I will ever get my head around this. I'm just going to wait and see what happens. I want to make up my mind about everything myself. No more following my father, or anyone else for that matter.

Draco A. Malfoy

He placed the diary in it's draw for the second time that day and glanced at the clock. Lunch time. So he got up and make his way through the dungeons toward the great hall. He reached the entrance hall and was about to walk inside when someone pulled at his arm, making his turn round.

"You and I have unfinished business." Ron said, glaring at Draco. Several students looked up at the noise and began to gather around them in a large circle. They faced each other in silence for a few moments, while the students around them chattered and several placed bets on who would win.

Draco smirked. "This from the guy who flinch because I rose my hand to him." Draco said loudly. Several of the students laughed, pointing at Ron. Ron turned red and glared at Draco. Hermione pushed her way through the crowd and got in between the two of them.

"Would you two just stop this, stop it, this is madness! Just let it go or you are both going to end up getting expelled!" she squeaked, trying to push them away from one another, but they both stood as if glued to the spot. Pansy Parkinson grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her away.

"Like you stand a chance against me, Weasel." Draco said menacingly as he stepped closer to Ron.

Ron glared at him and took a step forward as well so that they were barely a few millimetres from one another. "Whata you gonna do 'bout it, Malfoy?"

Draco smiled. "This..." he grabbed Ron's shirt and in front of half the school, and several teachers who were making there way to the middle to stop the fight, Draco kissed Ron. A soft and sweet kiss that made him feel dizzy. What made it weirder was that Ron didn't pull away.

In fact, Ron put his hands on Draco's cheeks and pushed his lips harder against the smaller Sytherin's. Draco pulled back and stared at Ron. Ron smiled at him and walked off. Draco stood stunned as the students dispersed and walked off. No one said anything. They were all in as much shock as Draco was. And yet somehow Ron carried on as if nothing had happened at all.