Living my Enemy's Life
Chapter Four
Written by: Chibi Sephy
On: July thirtieth, 2004.
Summary: Every student in Hogwarts knows of Ron Weasley's rivalry with Draco Malfoy. But what if they had to live each other's lives after a deal
between Lucius and Voldemort?
Draco climbed up the steps slowly; taking his time. He was hoping, for the first time in his life, that a Gryffindor would come by.
Unfortunately, this failed to happen, though he did find the portrait of the Fat Lady quick enough.
"Password?" She said in a high-pitched tone, causing Draco to jump a bit. He hadn't expected the object that held access to the Gryffindor Tower to actually speak.
Draco didn't say a word; and instead took a few steps backward; thinking of what he thought might be possible Gryffindor passwords.
"Er... Muggleborn?" He said quietly, and when the Fat Lady shook his head, he sighed heavily, and looked at the ground, great concentration evident on his face.
While he was contemplating other passwords, the door suddenly swung open—and no one came out. Draco looked around frantically for a sign of a single person, yet there was not a soul.
"Who's there?" He said nervously, staying where he was, yet quite tense.
"Ron!" A feminine voice said suddenly—before appearing right in front of him, right out of thin air. Right beside her, appearing at the exact same moment, was a dark haired male.
Granger and Potter.
"What the?!" Draco shouted, purely out of impulse. This was the second time in his life that he had seen Potter randomly spawn up in front of him... But it certainly didn't make it seem any less surprising given the prior knowledge. "Where have you been?" Granger hissed, "We've been waiting for you for hours!"
"I've been... In the hospital wing," He replied quickly, hoping that the lie would please them enough. Luckily, it did.
"Oh," Potter and Granger said simultaneously.
"Are you feeling better now?" Potter questioned.
"Lots," Draco said calmly, noting out of the corner of his eye that Potter had a cloak in his hand. Although he had seen only a few cloaks like that in his entire life; he was sure he knew exactly what it was—an invisibility cloak.
"I'm glad," Granger said a moment later, with a small nod. Draco didn't bother to reply.
"How about we go into the common room now?" He suddenly questioned eagerly, after a minute of complete silence. The two others stared at him in confusion, wondering why he was looking forward to seeing the common room that 'he' had seen for years already.
"Er... I'm somewhat tired," He explained quickly, after noticing the expressions on their faces.
At this response, both Potter and Granger turned on their heals to come face to face with the portrait of that Fat Lady.
"Fortis," Granger said loudly, and the Fat Lady nodded, nearly flying open at the same time. Both of them then went inside, expecting Draco to follow. And without a single backwards glance, he did so.
Ron Weasley was walking absentmindedly towards the Slytherin common room, which he had luckily remembered the entrance to. Currently, he was entering the dungeons, which were cold and wet, as always.
At the moment, his arms were crossed, and he was staring at the ground, his now gray eyes half closed.
He was Malfoy.
His very own worst enemy—whom had, since the day they had met, taunted his family for being poor, and for being a 'Muggle-loving' sort.
The fact had just began to sink in... The harsh reality that there was a possibility that he wouldn't change back to himself.
He stopped right in the middle of his hasty stride, and uncrossed his arms.
"No Ron," He said to himself under his breath in an aggravated tone of voice, "You'll be back to normal soon."
"Oh Dracula!" Shouted a high-pitched tone of voice from behind him, which caused him to jump a bit in surprise. He quickly turned around, to see who it was.
It was Pansy Parkinson, whom was running towards him as fast as she possibly could.
Ron automatically felt his stomach clench.
"Where did you go?" She questioned once she finally reached him, as she gasped for air. "Everyone in our year's waiting for you in the common room! They were so sure that..." She paused suddenly, and then looked over her shoulder, as if to check if anyone was near. "Your father had come to visit you." She eventually stated in a hushed whisper.
Ron stared.
"I guess not then," She said in a depressed voice, when he failed to reply. Ron simply nodded.
"So where have you been, then?" She asked, not feeling fulfilled with only finding him.
"The library," He responded hastily, causing Pansy to raise a brow.
"Er... Someone told me about this really wicked curse, and I wanted to learn more about it," He explained with a subtle nod.
"Right," She said back disbelievingly, "So, do you want to go back to the common room now?"
Ron swallowed deeply, and then nodded once more, with surprising confidence.
Pansy smiled a tiny bit, and then leaned closer to him. Ron dearly wished that he could move back, but he knew it would be a very suspicious thing to do.
"I always appreciate the fact that we're going to be married in the future, due to our parents' decision," She said to him lowly, smile growing wider by the second. Shortly after this, she bent forward even more, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Ron immediately reeled backwards, disgusted—why, of all things to do, did she have to do that?! It would have been fine had it been any other girl besides this one.... (Of course, the other Slytherin girls wouldn't have been much better candidates, but still...)
To him, all Slytherins were contaminated, dirty creatures.
"What's wrong with you, Draco?" Pansy shouted, hands on her hips, now frowning. "You've been acting so... So... Weird."
Ron attempted to act confused, as to get her off his back.
"What do you mean?" He asked, trying to place a puzzled expression upon his face.
"Just how you've been saying things that you normally wouldn't ever say. Like 'wicked'." Pansy responded, sounding worried.
Ron had no idea about what to say about this, so he tried to change the subject--or rather, get out of any more subjects.
"How about we just go back to the common room?" He requested, trying to edge a slight pleading expression upon his face. (He now wished that he knew how Draco treated Pansy—that would have made this so much easier.)
"Well," She said, staring at him, frown disappearing as she saw the look on his face. "Fine. They're probably wondering where I am now, anyway. Come on."
"Right," Ron said huskily, not knowing whether to feel relieved with this or no.
Pansy then turned on her heel, towards the direction of the Slytherin common room. Ron wordlessly took a few quick steps forward, coming to a slower pace as he caught up with her. However, he didn't risk another conversation with her, despite this somewhat brave move. Although she did try to start another....
A little while later, they came across the blank wall, which served as entrance to the Slytherin common room. Pansy stated the password, 'Green- eyed serpent', and the wall slid out of view.
Pansy beckoned him inside, making sure he went in first, for reasons that Ron didn't wish to find out.
Unfortunately, he soon did...
Just as Pansy had told him before, the entire Slytherin sixth year was waiting for them to arrive—and all of their eyes were now upon him.
This certainly hadn't been the entry to the common room that Ron had hoped for....
End Chapter Four