Title: That Lunch in December
Author: Deep-Ware
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters from the book and all the stuff I don't make up :D
Comments: The most important chapter yet! What will Draco do? WARNING! Snogging scene near the end.
Chapter Four: The Consequences of Love
"T-Talk t-to him?!" Malfoy squeaked. "But...but..." he spluttered, but his voice faltered. 'Why am I so scared of Weasley now?' he thought. 'I never have been before. Granger here has always acted like that around Weasley too, and she loves him. Oh No! Does that mean I-?' a look of terror took over his expression as he turned to look at Hermione.
"I don't love him. I just want to make that clear." He said threateningly.
"Oh sod off Malfoy! I never said you did. But, now that you mention it, I'm sure you do. It's a bit obvious." Malfoy's eyes grew large and she chuckled. "Well, obvious to me at least. You act just like I do. Blushing around him, trying to sit where you can look at him without making a scene, wanting to talk to him but too scared to." Hermione smiled. She had stressed the last part of the sentence and was sure Malfoy had understood what he was playing at.
Malfoy glared at her. He had understood completely what she had meant. She had backed him into a corner and he didn't like it one bit. If he didn't talk to Ron, Hermione would know he was scared because of his feelings towards the other boy. If he did talk to Ron, he would be seen in public with him but wouldn't have to tell him how he felt. The only problem there was that most of the school now knew about Ron being gay. If he was seen with Ron, lots of people would think they were together.
"Fine. I'll talk to him. But first, remind me again why I have to go see Weasley?" Malfoy said.
Hermione sighed. "Because Malfoy, he won't talk to anyone. He's depressed. All he talks about is you. Fred and George were pretty pissed when they found out he liked you; they won't talk to him. I was hoping that if you at least talked to him, he'll be a bit more lively. By the way, you're not going to have much of a chance with Ron if you keep calling him by his last name."
"Ah. Well then." Malfoy blushed. "Err...does he have a spare?"
"Third period tomorrow."
"Really? Convenient..."
"Why?"
"Because Granger, I also have a spare third period tomorrow."
"Oh. Well then that's settled! I'll tell Ron to wait by the potions section in the library third period tomorrow." With that, Hermione hugged Malfoy. Drawing back, she was beet red. "Thanks." Looking at the ground, she left to tell her friend the good news.
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It was ten minutes to the end of class. Malfoy had been watching the clock all through Advanced Potions. It was a good thing the potion they had been brewing was one he could make blindfolded because he hadn't looked at his cauldron once. Pansy seemed worried about Malfoy's attitude and kept giving him sideway glances. He had seemed rushed this class, and had bottled his potion for marking fifteen minutes ago. The class knew Malfoy was a potions expert, but twenty-five minutes before the bell?!
"Alright class." Sneered Professor Snape. "Time's up. Bottle your potions and bring them up here."
As Malfoy stood to give his valve to the Potions Master, he caught Hermione's eye. She was smiling at him! Malfoy scowled at her and went to his Professor's desk. As he neared the desk, he saw Snape looking at him, his eyebrow raised. Silently giving Snape the vial, Malfoy looked at the vial. Snape followed the boy's gaze and saw some writing scribbled on a paper stuck to the glass. "We need to talk." Snape stared at the boy he knew as his godson. Frowning, he nodded curtly.
Relieved, Malfoy went back to his desk almost smiling. Almost. It wasn't like a Malfoy to show emotion, even if they were very happy their godfather had agreed to talk with them after dinner. He looked back at Hermione, who was still smiling at him, and suddenly felt closer to the girl he had hated for so many years before. Giving her a weak smile in return, he sat back next to Pansy. Pansy had seen him smile at Hermione and was glaring at the young witch.
Two minutes later the bell rang. As everyone packed their ingredients away and cleared their cauldrons, Malfoy half-walked, half-ran out of the room, ignoring Hermione who was calling his name. When all of his books were safely put away and he was sure he could find no more products in his hair to make it sleek and shine, Malfoy left the Slytherin common room and started towards the library.
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"Ron?" Malfoy whispered when he saw the shifty red head looking at the ground. Ron looked in his direction and when he saw him, blushed and looked at the ground again. Malfoy opened his mouth and shut it again. When ever he was near Ron, he always lost his voice, and now was no exception.
"Hello Malfoy." Ron said sadly, still looking at the ground. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he spun around, his back facing Malfoy.
At first, Malfoy thought Ron was just nervous to see him, but when he heard Ron coughing heavily and start to shake uncontrollably, Malfoy became very worried. He strode over to the boy who was now doubled over and placed a hand on his back. A few seconds later, Ron slowly tuned his head and looked at Malfoy, blood dribbling down the side of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I-" Ron started to say, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Are you alright-?" Malfoy asked franticly at the same time Ron started talking. He seemed truly concerned about Ron's health, and calmed down a bit when he saw Ron smile.
"Yeah, never felt better." Ron said thickly. "I have a bit of a cold, if you didn't notice."
"I noticed." Malfoy joked and was rewarded with another of Ron's charming smiles. Not wanting an awkward silence, he tried to start conversation. "So, umm...Hermione wanted me to see you..."
"Yeah, I know." Ron said, with another awkward silence beginning. Ron seemed determined to look anywhere but Malfoy, and Malfoy couldn't keep his eyes off Ron. Finally, Ron sighed. "I like you Malfoy, and I'm really grateful you're on my side."
"Who says I'm on your side?" Malfoy felt himself say defensively, but regretted it immediately when he saw Ron's face fall and all courage leave him.
As Ron quietly sat in a chair, Malfoy knelt down next to him. Reaching his arm towards the boy, Malfoy's heart skipped a beat when he felt his hand brush against Ron's chin. Malfoy lifted the red head's chin and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "Ron, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said."
Ron saw something in the blonde's eyes that sparked a new level of love towards him. He knew Draco was telling the truth, and thought he saw a change in those gray eyes. They were no longer icy and dull, but full of love and trust. Ron felt Draco's warm breath as the Slytherin lean closer to his face. As their noses touched, Draco whispered, "I love you too." then leaned in for a soft kiss. It only lasted a few short seconds, but was filled with passion and lust. He drew back, and saw Ron grinning from ear to ear. He grinned too, and kissed the boy again. Looking each way to make sure they wouldn't be caught, the boys, hand in hand, made their way to an unused class.
Locking the door, Draco reached to touch Ron's face again. He traced the young man's cheeks, then lower, to his lips. Kissing Ron passionately, he made his way down Ron's neck, over his shirt and onto his stomach. Ron moaned with pleasure, running his fingers through Draco's hair as said Slytherin kissed his neck. As his emotion increased Draco's hands tried to unbutton Ron's shirt. When Ron realized what his lover was trying to do, he gently pushed him off. Seeing Draco frowning and confused made Ron smile. He quickly undid his shirt and leaned towards his now smiling companion for another sweet kiss.
An hour later, Ron happily told the fat lady their password and practically skipped into the common room. When everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing to stare at Ron, he grinned toothily at them all. Fred and George were frowning, Dean and Parvati had their eyebrows raised, and Neville seemed just plain confused. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see an eager Hermione. When he smiled warmly, she smiled an even bigger smile than he had, and hugged him.
"Well that was odd." Neville commented after the two best friends had gone back out, Ron's arm wrapped around Hermione's waist.
A/N: alright......I know, I know....bad sarah....no dirty snogging scenes allowed....but I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! I mean right now, I envy Ron....I'd rather Draco take off my shirt.....;)
Author: Deep-Ware
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters from the book and all the stuff I don't make up :D
Comments: The most important chapter yet! What will Draco do? WARNING! Snogging scene near the end.
Chapter Four: The Consequences of Love
"T-Talk t-to him?!" Malfoy squeaked. "But...but..." he spluttered, but his voice faltered. 'Why am I so scared of Weasley now?' he thought. 'I never have been before. Granger here has always acted like that around Weasley too, and she loves him. Oh No! Does that mean I-?' a look of terror took over his expression as he turned to look at Hermione.
"I don't love him. I just want to make that clear." He said threateningly.
"Oh sod off Malfoy! I never said you did. But, now that you mention it, I'm sure you do. It's a bit obvious." Malfoy's eyes grew large and she chuckled. "Well, obvious to me at least. You act just like I do. Blushing around him, trying to sit where you can look at him without making a scene, wanting to talk to him but too scared to." Hermione smiled. She had stressed the last part of the sentence and was sure Malfoy had understood what he was playing at.
Malfoy glared at her. He had understood completely what she had meant. She had backed him into a corner and he didn't like it one bit. If he didn't talk to Ron, Hermione would know he was scared because of his feelings towards the other boy. If he did talk to Ron, he would be seen in public with him but wouldn't have to tell him how he felt. The only problem there was that most of the school now knew about Ron being gay. If he was seen with Ron, lots of people would think they were together.
"Fine. I'll talk to him. But first, remind me again why I have to go see Weasley?" Malfoy said.
Hermione sighed. "Because Malfoy, he won't talk to anyone. He's depressed. All he talks about is you. Fred and George were pretty pissed when they found out he liked you; they won't talk to him. I was hoping that if you at least talked to him, he'll be a bit more lively. By the way, you're not going to have much of a chance with Ron if you keep calling him by his last name."
"Ah. Well then." Malfoy blushed. "Err...does he have a spare?"
"Third period tomorrow."
"Really? Convenient..."
"Why?"
"Because Granger, I also have a spare third period tomorrow."
"Oh. Well then that's settled! I'll tell Ron to wait by the potions section in the library third period tomorrow." With that, Hermione hugged Malfoy. Drawing back, she was beet red. "Thanks." Looking at the ground, she left to tell her friend the good news.
-- -- --
It was ten minutes to the end of class. Malfoy had been watching the clock all through Advanced Potions. It was a good thing the potion they had been brewing was one he could make blindfolded because he hadn't looked at his cauldron once. Pansy seemed worried about Malfoy's attitude and kept giving him sideway glances. He had seemed rushed this class, and had bottled his potion for marking fifteen minutes ago. The class knew Malfoy was a potions expert, but twenty-five minutes before the bell?!
"Alright class." Sneered Professor Snape. "Time's up. Bottle your potions and bring them up here."
As Malfoy stood to give his valve to the Potions Master, he caught Hermione's eye. She was smiling at him! Malfoy scowled at her and went to his Professor's desk. As he neared the desk, he saw Snape looking at him, his eyebrow raised. Silently giving Snape the vial, Malfoy looked at the vial. Snape followed the boy's gaze and saw some writing scribbled on a paper stuck to the glass. "We need to talk." Snape stared at the boy he knew as his godson. Frowning, he nodded curtly.
Relieved, Malfoy went back to his desk almost smiling. Almost. It wasn't like a Malfoy to show emotion, even if they were very happy their godfather had agreed to talk with them after dinner. He looked back at Hermione, who was still smiling at him, and suddenly felt closer to the girl he had hated for so many years before. Giving her a weak smile in return, he sat back next to Pansy. Pansy had seen him smile at Hermione and was glaring at the young witch.
Two minutes later the bell rang. As everyone packed their ingredients away and cleared their cauldrons, Malfoy half-walked, half-ran out of the room, ignoring Hermione who was calling his name. When all of his books were safely put away and he was sure he could find no more products in his hair to make it sleek and shine, Malfoy left the Slytherin common room and started towards the library.
-- -- --
"Ron?" Malfoy whispered when he saw the shifty red head looking at the ground. Ron looked in his direction and when he saw him, blushed and looked at the ground again. Malfoy opened his mouth and shut it again. When ever he was near Ron, he always lost his voice, and now was no exception.
"Hello Malfoy." Ron said sadly, still looking at the ground. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he spun around, his back facing Malfoy.
At first, Malfoy thought Ron was just nervous to see him, but when he heard Ron coughing heavily and start to shake uncontrollably, Malfoy became very worried. He strode over to the boy who was now doubled over and placed a hand on his back. A few seconds later, Ron slowly tuned his head and looked at Malfoy, blood dribbling down the side of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I-" Ron started to say, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Are you alright-?" Malfoy asked franticly at the same time Ron started talking. He seemed truly concerned about Ron's health, and calmed down a bit when he saw Ron smile.
"Yeah, never felt better." Ron said thickly. "I have a bit of a cold, if you didn't notice."
"I noticed." Malfoy joked and was rewarded with another of Ron's charming smiles. Not wanting an awkward silence, he tried to start conversation. "So, umm...Hermione wanted me to see you..."
"Yeah, I know." Ron said, with another awkward silence beginning. Ron seemed determined to look anywhere but Malfoy, and Malfoy couldn't keep his eyes off Ron. Finally, Ron sighed. "I like you Malfoy, and I'm really grateful you're on my side."
"Who says I'm on your side?" Malfoy felt himself say defensively, but regretted it immediately when he saw Ron's face fall and all courage leave him.
As Ron quietly sat in a chair, Malfoy knelt down next to him. Reaching his arm towards the boy, Malfoy's heart skipped a beat when he felt his hand brush against Ron's chin. Malfoy lifted the red head's chin and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "Ron, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said."
Ron saw something in the blonde's eyes that sparked a new level of love towards him. He knew Draco was telling the truth, and thought he saw a change in those gray eyes. They were no longer icy and dull, but full of love and trust. Ron felt Draco's warm breath as the Slytherin lean closer to his face. As their noses touched, Draco whispered, "I love you too." then leaned in for a soft kiss. It only lasted a few short seconds, but was filled with passion and lust. He drew back, and saw Ron grinning from ear to ear. He grinned too, and kissed the boy again. Looking each way to make sure they wouldn't be caught, the boys, hand in hand, made their way to an unused class.
Locking the door, Draco reached to touch Ron's face again. He traced the young man's cheeks, then lower, to his lips. Kissing Ron passionately, he made his way down Ron's neck, over his shirt and onto his stomach. Ron moaned with pleasure, running his fingers through Draco's hair as said Slytherin kissed his neck. As his emotion increased Draco's hands tried to unbutton Ron's shirt. When Ron realized what his lover was trying to do, he gently pushed him off. Seeing Draco frowning and confused made Ron smile. He quickly undid his shirt and leaned towards his now smiling companion for another sweet kiss.
An hour later, Ron happily told the fat lady their password and practically skipped into the common room. When everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing to stare at Ron, he grinned toothily at them all. Fred and George were frowning, Dean and Parvati had their eyebrows raised, and Neville seemed just plain confused. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see an eager Hermione. When he smiled warmly, she smiled an even bigger smile than he had, and hugged him.
"Well that was odd." Neville commented after the two best friends had gone back out, Ron's arm wrapped around Hermione's waist.
A/N: alright......I know, I know....bad sarah....no dirty snogging scenes allowed....but I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! I mean right now, I envy Ron....I'd rather Draco take off my shirt.....;)