When Ron was done cleaning pixies out of the library for the hundredth time in his life, he went into the kitchen, exhausted. He looked around for some water and gulped it down in a hurry. He looked over at the grandfather clock in the sitting room.
It was two in the afternoon and his parents still weren't home. Remus had left to a meeting with Cornelius Fudge. Tonks and Kingsley were out risking their lives watching over Harry, and Ron was stuck home alone with Draco Malfoy.
Ron hadn't seen the prick the whole time he was cleaning, and considering he was supposed to be watching over him, he decided to go make sure he wasn't getting into any trouble. He signed and grabbed another chocolate frog before walking upstairs.
When Ron opened his door he saw Draco sitting in the middle of the floor with his legs crossed, eyes closed, and palms extended. "What ARE you doing?" Draco ignored him and started humming something. Ron walked over and kicked the blonde in the side, knocking him over. "Watch it Weasel!"
"What the hell were you doing?"
"I was TRYING to channel energy."
"Er... what ever that is... don't do it again! It was creeping me out!"
Draco stood up and sat on his bed. He started bouncing up and down on it, making it squeak loudly. "WOULD-YOU-STOP-IT!!!" Ron fumed.
"It's not my fault there's nothing to do in this dump!" Draco laughed.
"Why not try being useful? I've still got some grease bugs to clean out of the bath room."
"And ruin my prefect complexion? Yea, right!"
Ron snorted and took his essay out again. Draco left the room and slammed the door. Ron clenched his teeth in anger and threw his essay to the side. He laid back on his bed and sighed. "How could this birthday get any worse." he asked himself. "Shouldn't have said that!" he screamed as the yells of Mrs. Black came flying threw the house.
He ran downstairs. Draco was doubled over in laughter. Mrs. Black screamed "Half-breeds, filthy Mud Bloods, Muggle Loving..." she was drowned out finally after a few minutes of Ron forcing the curtains over here. "You could have helped!" he screamed at Draco.
"Why would I help? That was great! At least someone around here agrees with me about those dirty Mud Bloods and such! Oh I bet it just hates when that disgusting Granger is here!" Ron punched him hard in the nose and left him whining on the floor.
Hours later, after dinner, when Ron was just about to go to sleep, his parents finally arrived home. They apologized to him over and over for not being there for him on his birthday. He didn't want to accept it, but he had to. He knew it wasn't their fault. It was Voldemort's fault, he was ruining everyone's lives, not just his.
He went to his bedroom and looked at the unwrapped present they gave him. They had gone to a Muggle store while they were out and bought him a calling card. They figured it would be nice to be able to talk to him friends again. The only problem was that he still didn't know how to use a telephone properly.
He went to sleep that night, not even noticing that Draco wasn't in the bed across the room. When he awoke that morning and walked down stairs he saw the blonde asleep on a couch. Ron threw a pillow at him. "What was that for!" Draco mumbled.
"Why are you down here?"
"Look... I didn't know it was your birthday yesterday. I figured I'd be... n-n-ni-ni-nic-nice... and leave you alone for a night." Draco stumbled on the word he'd never used in his life. "But don't get used to it! Now go the hell away, Weasley, I'm trying to get some beauty sleep here. Not that you would know what that was!"
Ron sent a not so nice hand signal Draco's way and proceeded to eat breakfast, clean the bath room, finish his essay, and help Ginny with hers. Soon Fred and George went to their shop and brought Ginny with them. Ron was once again stuck home alone with the one and only Draco Malfoy.
"Hello, I'd like to speak with Harry Potter." Ron sat on his bed practicing what to say to get past Harry's Muggles. "Hello, this is Ronald Weasley... no! They'd remember me..." he trailed off as Draco entered the room and started cracking up.
"Need the words to be just right to talk to your Potty boyfriend?"
"Shut up Malfoy! If you must know, Harry's not really allowed to get phone calls from Magic folk."
Draco laughed even louder. "Are his little Muggles afraid of the big bad Weasel? Hah! I don't see how anyone could be!" He made to leave the room.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To get some lunch?"
"It'll have to wait. You're coming with me!"
"Where?"
"To the corner pay phone. You're not really allowed to leave the house, but I think leaving you here by yourself would be a far worse idea. Leave your wand here."
Draco fumed with anger, but pulled his wand out and slapped it on his night stand. He turned on his heel and marched out of the room. Ron could tell he didn't like being bossed around, but someone had obviously told him he was to listen to Ron. "Hah, this could work well!" Ron thought happily.
The blonde and redhead walked together down the street silently. When they reached the pay phone Draco looked at it amazingly, he'd probably never used one in his life. Ron dialed Harry's number and...
"Hello, Dursley residents."
"Yes, hello, I'd like to-"
"Ron!?!"
"Harry! What a relief."
"Yeah, you're in luck. My uncle's at work, and my aunt is off at the store. Who knows were my pig of a cousin is, but he's not here and that's all that matters! How are you?!"
"Er... let's just say things could be better. Thanks for the trick gum! I can't wait to try it on Ginny! Hah! She'll fall for anything!"
"Ron, stop beating around the bush."
"What do you mean?"
"Remus told me about Malfoy."
"Oh, that."
"Is it completely horrible?"
"A nightmare!"
Harry laughed.
"He's here."
"There, right now?"
"I have to baby sit him. I can't leave him at the Order by himself."
Draco took the phone.
"Well, well... If it isn't Scar Head. Oh, yes, Weasley's been talking about you all day. He's so madly in love with you after all."
Ron was trying to grab the phone, and was screaming for Harry to hang up before he started believing Draco's lies. Draco slammed the phone down and turned to Ron. "I don't need a baby sitting Weasley! Say it again and I'll curse you, you're lucky I don't have my wand!"
Ron looked at the evil glare in Draco's eyes. It scared the hell out of him, but he wasn't about to admit that. He pushed Draco against the wall (not that it was that hard to do, considering they were so close in the phone booth), and held a threatening fist at his face.
He decided he didn't want to get into anymore trouble, and let his go. He let Draco walk out first, because he wasn't about to turn his back and be jumped. He walked behind him the whole way back. When they walked in the door Kingsley, Tonks, Remus, and Snape were all there.
Tonks ran over to Ron. "Guess what!"
"Huh?"
"We've set a new record!"
"What, the most curses you can inflict to yourself without exploding?"
"No, silly, the most days so far without anyone dieing!"
"Oh! How many?"
"Since Sirius..."
Ron frowned. He remembered how hurt Harry and Remus were...he snapped himself back out of the memory. "Does this mean..?"
"Yea! Party time! Your parents are picking some things up on their way back tonight!"
"Wicked!"
Ron was slightly more cheerful. He ate his lunch and sorted through some junk in the attic. It was a full time job, still, trying to keep that house remotely sanitary. The blacks were crazy mad.
When his parents came home with food, drinks, music, magi-disco lights, and desserts, Ron ran down stairs dressed in his favorite outfit; a dark red, skin tight T-shirt, and tight, black jeans. He took Ginny's hand and started dancing wildly to a Weird Sisters song.
All of the members of the order had shown up, including Hagrid and Dumbledore. Ron was so happy to see Hagrid that he completely forgot about Malfoy. They talked for almost an hour before Madam Maxime came over and stole Hagrid for a dance.
Just then, Draco came and sat on the couch next to Ron. "Great!" Ron yelled in his mind, "Just what I needed." He sighed and started to get off of the couch, but Draco pulled him back.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Hey, everyone else here hates me too, I was hoping someone at least would talk to me!"
"We all hate you for a reason."
"You know, Weasel, it's not very fun being secluded from everything you know and being thrown in a place full of your worst enemies."
"Yeah, well it's what you deserve. Hey look, there's Snape why don't you go concoct some evil plan with him."
"What, that back stabbing traitor?"
"What?"
"You heard me, he's part of the Order! He's being unfaithful to the Dark Lord..." Draco's words faded out. "I'm sorry." he said.
"What?! You, a Malfoy, sorry!? Hah!"
"You don't know what it's like to be a Malfoy! Do you think I had a choice of what family I was born into!? You have no clue what it's like being me Weasley, you have no clue why I'm sorry, and you're never going to understand. It was a mistake coming down here tonight. I'm going to sleep, not that anyone cares!"
Draco stormed up the stairs. "What the fuck was he talking about?" Ron pondered. He didn't care, he went back to dancing with some of the guests. Still, in the back of his mind, he was a little worried about Draco. It was his responsibility to watch over him. He had been talking about the Dark Lord, what if he really was trying to get information from them to give to him? "I shouldn't leave him a lone." he settled, and walked up stairs.
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It was two in the afternoon and his parents still weren't home. Remus had left to a meeting with Cornelius Fudge. Tonks and Kingsley were out risking their lives watching over Harry, and Ron was stuck home alone with Draco Malfoy.
Ron hadn't seen the prick the whole time he was cleaning, and considering he was supposed to be watching over him, he decided to go make sure he wasn't getting into any trouble. He signed and grabbed another chocolate frog before walking upstairs.
When Ron opened his door he saw Draco sitting in the middle of the floor with his legs crossed, eyes closed, and palms extended. "What ARE you doing?" Draco ignored him and started humming something. Ron walked over and kicked the blonde in the side, knocking him over. "Watch it Weasel!"
"What the hell were you doing?"
"I was TRYING to channel energy."
"Er... what ever that is... don't do it again! It was creeping me out!"
Draco stood up and sat on his bed. He started bouncing up and down on it, making it squeak loudly. "WOULD-YOU-STOP-IT!!!" Ron fumed.
"It's not my fault there's nothing to do in this dump!" Draco laughed.
"Why not try being useful? I've still got some grease bugs to clean out of the bath room."
"And ruin my prefect complexion? Yea, right!"
Ron snorted and took his essay out again. Draco left the room and slammed the door. Ron clenched his teeth in anger and threw his essay to the side. He laid back on his bed and sighed. "How could this birthday get any worse." he asked himself. "Shouldn't have said that!" he screamed as the yells of Mrs. Black came flying threw the house.
He ran downstairs. Draco was doubled over in laughter. Mrs. Black screamed "Half-breeds, filthy Mud Bloods, Muggle Loving..." she was drowned out finally after a few minutes of Ron forcing the curtains over here. "You could have helped!" he screamed at Draco.
"Why would I help? That was great! At least someone around here agrees with me about those dirty Mud Bloods and such! Oh I bet it just hates when that disgusting Granger is here!" Ron punched him hard in the nose and left him whining on the floor.
Hours later, after dinner, when Ron was just about to go to sleep, his parents finally arrived home. They apologized to him over and over for not being there for him on his birthday. He didn't want to accept it, but he had to. He knew it wasn't their fault. It was Voldemort's fault, he was ruining everyone's lives, not just his.
He went to his bedroom and looked at the unwrapped present they gave him. They had gone to a Muggle store while they were out and bought him a calling card. They figured it would be nice to be able to talk to him friends again. The only problem was that he still didn't know how to use a telephone properly.
He went to sleep that night, not even noticing that Draco wasn't in the bed across the room. When he awoke that morning and walked down stairs he saw the blonde asleep on a couch. Ron threw a pillow at him. "What was that for!" Draco mumbled.
"Why are you down here?"
"Look... I didn't know it was your birthday yesterday. I figured I'd be... n-n-ni-ni-nic-nice... and leave you alone for a night." Draco stumbled on the word he'd never used in his life. "But don't get used to it! Now go the hell away, Weasley, I'm trying to get some beauty sleep here. Not that you would know what that was!"
Ron sent a not so nice hand signal Draco's way and proceeded to eat breakfast, clean the bath room, finish his essay, and help Ginny with hers. Soon Fred and George went to their shop and brought Ginny with them. Ron was once again stuck home alone with the one and only Draco Malfoy.
"Hello, I'd like to speak with Harry Potter." Ron sat on his bed practicing what to say to get past Harry's Muggles. "Hello, this is Ronald Weasley... no! They'd remember me..." he trailed off as Draco entered the room and started cracking up.
"Need the words to be just right to talk to your Potty boyfriend?"
"Shut up Malfoy! If you must know, Harry's not really allowed to get phone calls from Magic folk."
Draco laughed even louder. "Are his little Muggles afraid of the big bad Weasel? Hah! I don't see how anyone could be!" He made to leave the room.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To get some lunch?"
"It'll have to wait. You're coming with me!"
"Where?"
"To the corner pay phone. You're not really allowed to leave the house, but I think leaving you here by yourself would be a far worse idea. Leave your wand here."
Draco fumed with anger, but pulled his wand out and slapped it on his night stand. He turned on his heel and marched out of the room. Ron could tell he didn't like being bossed around, but someone had obviously told him he was to listen to Ron. "Hah, this could work well!" Ron thought happily.
The blonde and redhead walked together down the street silently. When they reached the pay phone Draco looked at it amazingly, he'd probably never used one in his life. Ron dialed Harry's number and...
"Hello, Dursley residents."
"Yes, hello, I'd like to-"
"Ron!?!"
"Harry! What a relief."
"Yeah, you're in luck. My uncle's at work, and my aunt is off at the store. Who knows were my pig of a cousin is, but he's not here and that's all that matters! How are you?!"
"Er... let's just say things could be better. Thanks for the trick gum! I can't wait to try it on Ginny! Hah! She'll fall for anything!"
"Ron, stop beating around the bush."
"What do you mean?"
"Remus told me about Malfoy."
"Oh, that."
"Is it completely horrible?"
"A nightmare!"
Harry laughed.
"He's here."
"There, right now?"
"I have to baby sit him. I can't leave him at the Order by himself."
Draco took the phone.
"Well, well... If it isn't Scar Head. Oh, yes, Weasley's been talking about you all day. He's so madly in love with you after all."
Ron was trying to grab the phone, and was screaming for Harry to hang up before he started believing Draco's lies. Draco slammed the phone down and turned to Ron. "I don't need a baby sitting Weasley! Say it again and I'll curse you, you're lucky I don't have my wand!"
Ron looked at the evil glare in Draco's eyes. It scared the hell out of him, but he wasn't about to admit that. He pushed Draco against the wall (not that it was that hard to do, considering they were so close in the phone booth), and held a threatening fist at his face.
He decided he didn't want to get into anymore trouble, and let his go. He let Draco walk out first, because he wasn't about to turn his back and be jumped. He walked behind him the whole way back. When they walked in the door Kingsley, Tonks, Remus, and Snape were all there.
Tonks ran over to Ron. "Guess what!"
"Huh?"
"We've set a new record!"
"What, the most curses you can inflict to yourself without exploding?"
"No, silly, the most days so far without anyone dieing!"
"Oh! How many?"
"Since Sirius..."
Ron frowned. He remembered how hurt Harry and Remus were...he snapped himself back out of the memory. "Does this mean..?"
"Yea! Party time! Your parents are picking some things up on their way back tonight!"
"Wicked!"
Ron was slightly more cheerful. He ate his lunch and sorted through some junk in the attic. It was a full time job, still, trying to keep that house remotely sanitary. The blacks were crazy mad.
When his parents came home with food, drinks, music, magi-disco lights, and desserts, Ron ran down stairs dressed in his favorite outfit; a dark red, skin tight T-shirt, and tight, black jeans. He took Ginny's hand and started dancing wildly to a Weird Sisters song.
All of the members of the order had shown up, including Hagrid and Dumbledore. Ron was so happy to see Hagrid that he completely forgot about Malfoy. They talked for almost an hour before Madam Maxime came over and stole Hagrid for a dance.
Just then, Draco came and sat on the couch next to Ron. "Great!" Ron yelled in his mind, "Just what I needed." He sighed and started to get off of the couch, but Draco pulled him back.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Hey, everyone else here hates me too, I was hoping someone at least would talk to me!"
"We all hate you for a reason."
"You know, Weasel, it's not very fun being secluded from everything you know and being thrown in a place full of your worst enemies."
"Yeah, well it's what you deserve. Hey look, there's Snape why don't you go concoct some evil plan with him."
"What, that back stabbing traitor?"
"What?"
"You heard me, he's part of the Order! He's being unfaithful to the Dark Lord..." Draco's words faded out. "I'm sorry." he said.
"What?! You, a Malfoy, sorry!? Hah!"
"You don't know what it's like to be a Malfoy! Do you think I had a choice of what family I was born into!? You have no clue what it's like being me Weasley, you have no clue why I'm sorry, and you're never going to understand. It was a mistake coming down here tonight. I'm going to sleep, not that anyone cares!"
Draco stormed up the stairs. "What the fuck was he talking about?" Ron pondered. He didn't care, he went back to dancing with some of the guests. Still, in the back of his mind, he was a little worried about Draco. It was his responsibility to watch over him. He had been talking about the Dark Lord, what if he really was trying to get information from them to give to him? "I shouldn't leave him a lone." he settled, and walked up stairs.
!$!$!$! Oooh, kind of a cliff there, I usually don't have any of them, but I felt this was a good place to stop. I hope you guys continued to like the story line! I think this Chappy could have been a lot better, but I was kind of having a little bit of writer's block. Review, Review, Review! Make me happy! I love you guys you already have reviewed! lol Especially "I Heart DM 11" because you're so enthusiastic! lol !$!$!$!