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: very proud of this chapter!
Chapter Eight: Summer Sickness
"Stay out of my room!" Percy yelled at Ron. Running down to the kitchen, he met his mother.
"Hello Ron dear, ready for breakfast?" Molly asked her son as he looked in all of the cupboards.
"No thanks mum, I'm not hungry." Ron said, still looking in all of the cupboards. When his search was through, he sighed heavily and looked at his mother. "Have you see my charm? It's a silver dragon with my name on it."
"No dear, I haven't seen anything of the sort."
Just then, Ginny ran down into the kitchen too. "Mummy! Guess what George found!" She said, thrusting under Molly's nose. "They said I could have it!" she told Molly proudly. Ron's eyes grew wide as he looked at the item in Molly's hands, and snatched it.
"Where did you find this Gin?" He asked shakily when his sister started to protest.
"Like I said, George gave it to me. Now hand it over!" she said. Ginny was still small enough that, if Ron raised his arm up to it's full extent, she couldn't get what was in his hand, and right now Ron did just that.
"No, It's mine. I got it from a friend on the last day of school. See what it says? Ronald. That's my name, not yours." Ron said, jabbing himself with his thumb.
"Just a friend?" a voice asked from the stairs. George had come down too, and plucked the item in question out of Ron's outstretched hand.
"Give it back George!" Ron said threateningly.
"Or what?" Fred asked, also coming down the stairs.
"Please." Ron begged. "It's really important to me."
"Why? 'Cause that git gave it to you?" George sneered.
"Don't call him that!" Ron shouted.
"Well he is." Fred said matter-of-factly.
"No he's not! You don't even know him!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! I'm friggin sure!"
"Ron, language!" Molly scolded.
"Mum, are you deaf? Can't you hear what they're saying?"
"Ron, calm down. It's just a piece of jewelry. We'll get you another one."
"No. I don't want another one, I want that one!" he yelled, pointing at the silver item still in George's hand.
"Honey, I still don't understand why that one it so important. Your friend will understand. Was it Harry?"
A look of disgust came over Ron's face, and he spoke slowly and dangerously. "Never say that name in front of me again. Ever."
"But, I thought you were friends."
"Not any more."
"But-"
"He is the most horrible person I will ever meet. I'm not friends with him any more. End of discussion. Now, give me back my charm!" Ron yelled as he leaped at George.
"So it wasn't Harry?"
"No."
"Then was it Hermione?"
"No."
"Dean? Neville?"
No and no."
"Then, who?"
"His boyfriend gave it to him. I saw them when I got on the train." George sniggered.
"Shut it George!" Ron yelled.
"No thanks. I'd much rather tell mum about your little romance."
"I said shut it!"
"Oh mum, Ronnykins has been a bad little boy this year." George started.
"I'm afraid so. He's been sneaking around the castle every night-" Fred continued.
"I do not!"
"Are you positive? You've woken us up more than once you know." George told the red head who was glaring up at him.
"Anyways, little Ronnykins has been snogging with his boyfriend all the time." Fred said to his mother.
"Boyfriend..." Molly muttered to herself, then looked at her youngest son. "You mean?"
Ron sighed. "Yes mum, I'm gay. But that really isn't the point."
"Your right there little bro, the important thing is who your snogging with. Too bad you have horrible taste." George said sadly.
"Yes, I must agree with George on this. Snogging with a Death Eater Ron? Bad choice." Fred said, shaking his finger at the younger boy.
"Don't call him that you bastard!" Ron screamed and punched Fred in the nose. Molly gasped, and Ginny ran upstairs.
George rounded on Ron, but never got the chance to do any damage because Arthur Weasley came down the stairs with a shaking Ginny clutching to his arm.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked angrily.
"Ron's gone crazy that's what's happening." George growled, still poised to attack.
"Not true! Fred deserved what he got, and you deserve the same!" Ron cried.
"What are you saying Ron? That your boyfriend is a perfectly happy person that's on our side?" Fred asked, sitting up.
"Stop calling him my boyfriend!" Ron yelled.
"But he is." George reminded him.
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Arthur asked loudly.
"There's not much to tell dad. Ron's gay and his boyfriend gave him this." George said, flashing the small object in his father's direction. "We found it, an decided that Ginny would like it. We gave it to her, and then in storms Ron. We say a few good natured things and he punches Fred!"
"It was NOT good natured! They called him a Death Eater, but he isn't one!" Ron said darkly.
"You've got to be kidding Ron. He's going to grow up to be just like his father; a blood thirsty murderer." Fred told his brother.
"No he wont! He doesn't want to be a Death Eater and he won't end up being one! Now will you please, just give my charm back? I'll...I'll...I'll buy it off you!"
"Fat chance. You don't have any money squirt."
"Wanna bet?" Ron said, pulling out his wallet. Opening it up, he reached in and pulled out a fist full of galleons, the rest of the family gaping at him.
"You can have it for all the money in your hand." George said, pointing to his brother's arm. Relieved, Ron quickly handed the money over and grabbed his charm.
"I'm going." Ron mumbled, and left the house.
-- -- --
Malfoy lay on his bed, staring at the wall. Three weeks had passed since he last saw Ron, and he spent the majority of his days looking at his picture. Snape had bought a golden frame as one of Draco's birthday presents, and the boy had tacked it on the wall where he could look at it easily from anywhere in his room. He heard a knock on the door and Snape came in.
"Hello Sev." Draco mumbled to the wall before rolling over and staring at his teacher.
"This came in the post today. I'm guessing it's from Ron." Snape told the boy, handing the letter over.
Draco ripped it open and eagerly began to read.
Dear Draco,
How are you? Good I'm sure. At least, better than me probably. Remember the charm you gave me? Well, somehow Fred and George got it and yesterday I got into this huge fight with them about it. It got so bad I had to pay them for it! Imagine that? Having to pay for what's already yours. Oh well, I have it back now so that's okay. Let me know if you've heard of a spell to ward of evil twin brothers...But that really wasn't the point of this letter.
I was hoping to stay with you and Snape for a bit this summer. Ever since I punched Fred, my family has finally given me some privacy, but George keeps trying to attack me when I'm doing chores. I'm spending almost all of my time painting, and selling most of them so I've gotten pretty rich. Maybe I could take you out to dinner!
Please write back soon!
Love, Ron
Draco leaned back against the headboard of his bed and closed his eyes. "Ron got into a fight with the twins. It was about the charm I gave him and he had to buy it back from his brothers. He said he punched one of them. I wonder why."
"You, probably." Snape said quietly.
"Me?!" Draco asked astounded, opening his eyes and sitting up.
"Yes, probably. Ever since that day at the library, those boys have been throwing Ron a lot of dirty looks at every meal. Haven't you noticed that they sit as far away from Ron as possible? I even caught the boys trying to blackmail him once. They were saying that if he didn't stop going to see you, that they would write to their father at work." Snape recalled.
"His father." Draco said bitterly. "Hates the Malfoy family. He and Lucius both work for the Ministry. Father was always making fun of them because they're poor. Always pissesd me off a bit."
"Oh."
Looking at the letter again, Draco smiled. "Looks like Ron isn't poor anymore though. You know the painting he gave me? He painted that. Anyways, he says he's been painting a lot and selling most of them."
"Did he really paint that? I always thought it was a professional, but then I could never figure out how they got all those scenes. I can understand that people would want to buy them." Snape said, a bit astounded.
"Yes well, he's a man of many talents." Draco grinned. Snape swatted him playfully, and then went down for lunch, leaving Draco very much alone.
Sighing, Draco stood up. A wave of nausea swept over him, and he ran to the bathroom. After retching for a while, he turned on the sink and watched his breakfast wash away. Stumbling downstairs, he staggered into the breakfast room, almost knocking Snape over.
"Woah Dray." Snape said as he grabbed the boy. Helping him sit down, Snape looked him over. "You seem to have the flu. But, you were feeling fine upstairs?" Draco nodded and Snape pursed his lips.
"Will I be alright?" Draco asked before starting to cough.
"That really depends. Physically yes, it will go away in about ten minutes. Emotionally, perhaps not." Snape informed.
"Sev, what are you rambling on about?" Draco gasped.
"Did you really give Ron the ring?" Snape asked quietly. Draco stiffened and the man knew the answer. "He might not be dead Dray, but if not he's feeling pretty bad. He's also got to be hurt. If you threw up, he obviously has on countless occasions. Fainted by now I'm guessing."
"But you can heal him?" Draco asked hopefully. "If I et him back In time, you can help him get better?"
"Yes. But you only have forty-eight hours. Bring him to me in that time and I'll have no problems fixing him."
"And if I don't make it in time?" Draco asked, almost instantly regretting it when he saw Snape's face.
"I may not manage to keep him alive."
A/N: my favorite chapter! I'm very proud of my Weasley battle! Hope you liked it.... I put this chapter in more to set up for the last chapter than for any real info....I like it though....
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: very proud of this chapter!
Chapter Eight: Summer Sickness
"Stay out of my room!" Percy yelled at Ron. Running down to the kitchen, he met his mother.
"Hello Ron dear, ready for breakfast?" Molly asked her son as he looked in all of the cupboards.
"No thanks mum, I'm not hungry." Ron said, still looking in all of the cupboards. When his search was through, he sighed heavily and looked at his mother. "Have you see my charm? It's a silver dragon with my name on it."
"No dear, I haven't seen anything of the sort."
Just then, Ginny ran down into the kitchen too. "Mummy! Guess what George found!" She said, thrusting under Molly's nose. "They said I could have it!" she told Molly proudly. Ron's eyes grew wide as he looked at the item in Molly's hands, and snatched it.
"Where did you find this Gin?" He asked shakily when his sister started to protest.
"Like I said, George gave it to me. Now hand it over!" she said. Ginny was still small enough that, if Ron raised his arm up to it's full extent, she couldn't get what was in his hand, and right now Ron did just that.
"No, It's mine. I got it from a friend on the last day of school. See what it says? Ronald. That's my name, not yours." Ron said, jabbing himself with his thumb.
"Just a friend?" a voice asked from the stairs. George had come down too, and plucked the item in question out of Ron's outstretched hand.
"Give it back George!" Ron said threateningly.
"Or what?" Fred asked, also coming down the stairs.
"Please." Ron begged. "It's really important to me."
"Why? 'Cause that git gave it to you?" George sneered.
"Don't call him that!" Ron shouted.
"Well he is." Fred said matter-of-factly.
"No he's not! You don't even know him!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! I'm friggin sure!"
"Ron, language!" Molly scolded.
"Mum, are you deaf? Can't you hear what they're saying?"
"Ron, calm down. It's just a piece of jewelry. We'll get you another one."
"No. I don't want another one, I want that one!" he yelled, pointing at the silver item still in George's hand.
"Honey, I still don't understand why that one it so important. Your friend will understand. Was it Harry?"
A look of disgust came over Ron's face, and he spoke slowly and dangerously. "Never say that name in front of me again. Ever."
"But, I thought you were friends."
"Not any more."
"But-"
"He is the most horrible person I will ever meet. I'm not friends with him any more. End of discussion. Now, give me back my charm!" Ron yelled as he leaped at George.
"So it wasn't Harry?"
"No."
"Then was it Hermione?"
"No."
"Dean? Neville?"
No and no."
"Then, who?"
"His boyfriend gave it to him. I saw them when I got on the train." George sniggered.
"Shut it George!" Ron yelled.
"No thanks. I'd much rather tell mum about your little romance."
"I said shut it!"
"Oh mum, Ronnykins has been a bad little boy this year." George started.
"I'm afraid so. He's been sneaking around the castle every night-" Fred continued.
"I do not!"
"Are you positive? You've woken us up more than once you know." George told the red head who was glaring up at him.
"Anyways, little Ronnykins has been snogging with his boyfriend all the time." Fred said to his mother.
"Boyfriend..." Molly muttered to herself, then looked at her youngest son. "You mean?"
Ron sighed. "Yes mum, I'm gay. But that really isn't the point."
"Your right there little bro, the important thing is who your snogging with. Too bad you have horrible taste." George said sadly.
"Yes, I must agree with George on this. Snogging with a Death Eater Ron? Bad choice." Fred said, shaking his finger at the younger boy.
"Don't call him that you bastard!" Ron screamed and punched Fred in the nose. Molly gasped, and Ginny ran upstairs.
George rounded on Ron, but never got the chance to do any damage because Arthur Weasley came down the stairs with a shaking Ginny clutching to his arm.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked angrily.
"Ron's gone crazy that's what's happening." George growled, still poised to attack.
"Not true! Fred deserved what he got, and you deserve the same!" Ron cried.
"What are you saying Ron? That your boyfriend is a perfectly happy person that's on our side?" Fred asked, sitting up.
"Stop calling him my boyfriend!" Ron yelled.
"But he is." George reminded him.
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Arthur asked loudly.
"There's not much to tell dad. Ron's gay and his boyfriend gave him this." George said, flashing the small object in his father's direction. "We found it, an decided that Ginny would like it. We gave it to her, and then in storms Ron. We say a few good natured things and he punches Fred!"
"It was NOT good natured! They called him a Death Eater, but he isn't one!" Ron said darkly.
"You've got to be kidding Ron. He's going to grow up to be just like his father; a blood thirsty murderer." Fred told his brother.
"No he wont! He doesn't want to be a Death Eater and he won't end up being one! Now will you please, just give my charm back? I'll...I'll...I'll buy it off you!"
"Fat chance. You don't have any money squirt."
"Wanna bet?" Ron said, pulling out his wallet. Opening it up, he reached in and pulled out a fist full of galleons, the rest of the family gaping at him.
"You can have it for all the money in your hand." George said, pointing to his brother's arm. Relieved, Ron quickly handed the money over and grabbed his charm.
"I'm going." Ron mumbled, and left the house.
-- -- --
Malfoy lay on his bed, staring at the wall. Three weeks had passed since he last saw Ron, and he spent the majority of his days looking at his picture. Snape had bought a golden frame as one of Draco's birthday presents, and the boy had tacked it on the wall where he could look at it easily from anywhere in his room. He heard a knock on the door and Snape came in.
"Hello Sev." Draco mumbled to the wall before rolling over and staring at his teacher.
"This came in the post today. I'm guessing it's from Ron." Snape told the boy, handing the letter over.
Draco ripped it open and eagerly began to read.
Dear Draco,
How are you? Good I'm sure. At least, better than me probably. Remember the charm you gave me? Well, somehow Fred and George got it and yesterday I got into this huge fight with them about it. It got so bad I had to pay them for it! Imagine that? Having to pay for what's already yours. Oh well, I have it back now so that's okay. Let me know if you've heard of a spell to ward of evil twin brothers...But that really wasn't the point of this letter.
I was hoping to stay with you and Snape for a bit this summer. Ever since I punched Fred, my family has finally given me some privacy, but George keeps trying to attack me when I'm doing chores. I'm spending almost all of my time painting, and selling most of them so I've gotten pretty rich. Maybe I could take you out to dinner!
Please write back soon!
Love, Ron
Draco leaned back against the headboard of his bed and closed his eyes. "Ron got into a fight with the twins. It was about the charm I gave him and he had to buy it back from his brothers. He said he punched one of them. I wonder why."
"You, probably." Snape said quietly.
"Me?!" Draco asked astounded, opening his eyes and sitting up.
"Yes, probably. Ever since that day at the library, those boys have been throwing Ron a lot of dirty looks at every meal. Haven't you noticed that they sit as far away from Ron as possible? I even caught the boys trying to blackmail him once. They were saying that if he didn't stop going to see you, that they would write to their father at work." Snape recalled.
"His father." Draco said bitterly. "Hates the Malfoy family. He and Lucius both work for the Ministry. Father was always making fun of them because they're poor. Always pissesd me off a bit."
"Oh."
Looking at the letter again, Draco smiled. "Looks like Ron isn't poor anymore though. You know the painting he gave me? He painted that. Anyways, he says he's been painting a lot and selling most of them."
"Did he really paint that? I always thought it was a professional, but then I could never figure out how they got all those scenes. I can understand that people would want to buy them." Snape said, a bit astounded.
"Yes well, he's a man of many talents." Draco grinned. Snape swatted him playfully, and then went down for lunch, leaving Draco very much alone.
Sighing, Draco stood up. A wave of nausea swept over him, and he ran to the bathroom. After retching for a while, he turned on the sink and watched his breakfast wash away. Stumbling downstairs, he staggered into the breakfast room, almost knocking Snape over.
"Woah Dray." Snape said as he grabbed the boy. Helping him sit down, Snape looked him over. "You seem to have the flu. But, you were feeling fine upstairs?" Draco nodded and Snape pursed his lips.
"Will I be alright?" Draco asked before starting to cough.
"That really depends. Physically yes, it will go away in about ten minutes. Emotionally, perhaps not." Snape informed.
"Sev, what are you rambling on about?" Draco gasped.
"Did you really give Ron the ring?" Snape asked quietly. Draco stiffened and the man knew the answer. "He might not be dead Dray, but if not he's feeling pretty bad. He's also got to be hurt. If you threw up, he obviously has on countless occasions. Fainted by now I'm guessing."
"But you can heal him?" Draco asked hopefully. "If I et him back In time, you can help him get better?"
"Yes. But you only have forty-eight hours. Bring him to me in that time and I'll have no problems fixing him."
"And if I don't make it in time?" Draco asked, almost instantly regretting it when he saw Snape's face.
"I may not manage to keep him alive."
A/N: my favorite chapter! I'm very proud of my Weasley battle! Hope you liked it.... I put this chapter in more to set up for the last chapter than for any real info....I like it though....