The train shook mildly in it's movement, the rumbling of it's powerful engine echoed in the depths of the darkness. Ron's eyes gazed through the window, a dense forest toweres over the metallic serpent like an evil shadow of calm nature, a silvery haze floated over the trees like a mist, the reflection of a full moon on the pale leaves. A howl claimed it's pressence in the distance, and the glimmer of eyes sparkled from time to time in the depths. Ocassionally a faerie glittered like a colorful star, flying nervously across the woodlands. But Ron's eyes did not see the hazy mist, nor the glimmer of eyes, or the sparkling of faeries, nor did he hear the melodious howl of a wolf. Ron's eyes had formed a dull film across them, and infinity was his point of vision.
"how did it begin? I had known you for so long, yet when did I start liking you? Was it when I saw you crying? Or when I realized that trough that hathred, you liked me?" Ron's thoughts whispered, while his hand absently wrinkled a piece of parchment where it could be read "XIX Century Avenue, 28, 4th floor, A".
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Loud and struendous noise echoed unpleasantly across the woodlands, the lively cry of youth in seek of fun. The chimming of glass against glass, a sparkling noise that sang like the chanting of stars, in a manner that approached magical to understanding ear. But this sound was blessing to teenagers, for it spread the sensation of excitement upon anticipating the sour liquid trapped into the glass. The gentle and uniform splatter of liquid being poured into a plastic glass was followed by a tense silence, and then a somewhat desperate coughing which finished into an eruption of cheers booming in the forest. Great laughter came from a large group that played to pass a weed cigar in a circle, and holding the smoke till getting it again. Pairs used their time to snog wildly, and few of them retreated to the depths of the forest, to fuse in the joy of sexual act. The rest of the group simply spoke calmly, enjoying and drinking.
Ron's vision was already getting blurry, his eyes unfocused slightly, and all he saw was the actual enviroment through a silvery mist that assembled a patronus. He sat on the moist grass and sighed proffoundly, a cup in his hand full with a yellowish liquid, the alcohol reaching him rather quickly due to the speed and frequency of his drinking.
"ugh, that's one nasty thing you've got there, reminds me of one of Snape's potions, I'd through it away if I were you!" recomended a very familiar voice.
Ron looked up to encounter with some figure that looked close to a Picasso picture, a blurry image of a boy with wild, raven hair and glasses, and a pair of acid green eyes that sparkled like a cat's in the approaching darkness.
"he, it was there, but it's making me feel like one of Snape's potions! So dont speak about throwing anything unless you want me throwing up!" Ron moaned displeased at his condition, his free hand covering his mouth as if to prove his point.
"fine then, I won't mention anything, but you gotta agree with me this is one heck of a party!" the boy commented grinning delighted, a dark drink in his hand seemed to accentuate the fun he was having.
"being drunk is not fun, Harry!" moaned Ron displeased, lowering his head and starting to breathe in deeply.
Two girls appeared before them, bushy haired one and very familiar, the other with silvery hair and a stunning appereance of lustfull beauty.
"'i guys!" cheerful voice greeted them, and advised of their stunning approach.
"hi Fleur!" greeted Harry waving his hand wildly, while Ron grunted as if to let them known he had gotten the message.
The female sat by Ron's legs and lifted his face, making him look into her flashing, violet blue eyes, a charming smile placed in her lips. Yet if one saw the innocent features more closely, or had Ron been in his mind capacity, anyone would have seen the malicious glint sparkling in her eyes, or the sideways glance thrown at the second girl. The shorter and less agraciated girl sat down next to Harry, fuming with such anger that her forehead boiled, and her mouth was about to foam with wolvish rabid.
Ron's senses, dulled by the action of the alcohol, reacted in an instinctive way torwards the female that sat on his lap, the drink was poured over his pants when he reached out to engulf her slender body in a clumsy hug.
"you are very pretty Fleur, you know?" Ron's voice attempted to say yet each word came out strangled, muffled and drowned in a sticky substance.
"and you ague vegui handzome!" Fleur said batting her eyelashes seductively, "I cannot undeguztand how zee can like zomeone like you" Fleur finished glancing despectively at the young woman with antiesthetic bushy hair and dull ways of enjoying lecture.
The female's eyes widdened with shock, Fleur's words had been said loud enough to reach her ears, but she had known as well how it had been done in purpose, to throw her off the path. The girl clenched her book tightly as soon as her skin paled and her muscles stopped obeying, almost as if trying to stay away from any harm by inmersing herself into her books.
"I...I don't think so...I'm not that handsome...I'm...just Ron!" Ron muttered groggyly trying to mantain himself conscious enough as to react to the world surounding him.
"bah, zees ugly, weigd, and lonely, you dezegve zomthing betteg, like moi!" Fleur explained glancing back again with that malicious grin that seemed to have appeared in her all of a sudden.
"Fleur! Why are you doing this? You were supposed to be my friend!" the woman yelled with all the power of her lungs, her body now in a standing position, towering over the rest, her face pale, a trembling lower lip and eyes glossy with tears.
"becoze I want him too!" Fleur barked growling like a wolf in heat, tightening the grip around Ron's pained neck, glaring wildly at the young woman.
Upon hearing the tumult going on, Harry's silent words to stop the fight, and the strangled words of a sobbing creature, followed by the incoherent hisses of a veela in heat, Ron looked up. His mind seemed to clear upon realizing the scene going on around him, his best friend was sobbing uncontrolably, a very hurt expression floated across her features when her eyes crossed his own ones. A veela was clawed against his neck and he could almost see the dreadful fangs dripping with drool, althought that was his imagination. However all this facts made him react, but not soon enough since, before his ideas had been cleared, his best friend had rushed off and vanished into the Forbidden Forest's depths.
Ron, stumbling and loosing his balance way too often, managed to stand up, getting rid of the angry veela's grip. His heart shattered upon seeing that expression on the girl's face, and more recognicing her, in his very drunk state, as one of his closest friends. He vanished into the forest as well, insecure steps prressing unwisely against the dry leaves. He saw her, laying on the floor, her body convulsing heavily, crying, completely depressed. And somehow he knew what was wrong, in the darkness of his human mind he knew this woman's true feelings torwards him, and that frightened him.
"are you ok?" he said feeling his tounge sticky.
"Ron? What are you doing here?" inquired the woman turning to look at him. Her brown eyes were red and puffy, and trails of salty fluid created a humid tounge of constellations that glimmered beautifully in her cheeks.
"why are you crying? Is it because Fleur was trying to fuck with me?" Ron snapped lacking all trace of delicacy and touch he could have ever had.
"oh Ron! You are such an idiot !" Snapped the woman standing up and stomping on the floor, her face becoming the mirror of her boiling anger.
"but, dont go, we should talk because I think you are overreacting!" commented Ron trying hopelessly to reach a level of charming impossible in his person.
"Ron!" snapped the teenager pushing him aside and liberating her path from the pressence of his open arms, "you are drunk, so we better talk tomorrow!" finished the female with a dry, angry voice.
And with those words said she stormed back into the forest and vanished in a collection of leaves shaking with the waves of hard music liberated from some muggle aparatus he could not understand. And it was true: he was drunk.
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Ron winced at the memory of the day after. His head had been booming with the remaints of music, or so he thought, but the truth was that music was enjoyable while this intense headache was a constant hammering that was driving him crazy. He smiled lightly at the memory of his defeated figure laying on the red sofa at the common room, and the appereance of Lavender only to rejoice in his misery.
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"hey Ron, now you know what female menstruation feels like, the only disadvantage is that you can't double your head up to try diminish the pain!" sneered Lavender with a smirk.
"bugger off Lavender, the pain in my head is bad enough without having a pain in my eyes from your appereance!" groaned the red headed boy clenching his eyes and taking a deep gulp of air.
"bah, bastard!" snapped Lavender through gritted teeth and turned around to storm off in pursue of someone else to either bug or chatt with.
Ron's brown eyes snapped open at the blurred but recognizable vision of the woman with whom he had desired to talk. His hazy memory pointed out that there was an important chatt with this girl, hence he ignored the topic, only the painful vision of her slender figure crying in the mud.
"wait!" he gasped raising a hand, and attempting hopelessly to stand up, but his senses were so blocked his balance had been touched for a long while.
The woman, shocked, turned her face quickly to look at him, and a slight grin tugged at the sides of her mouth, but never attempted a smile to appear in them completely. She approached him and sat by his side, an enormous book pressed lovingly to her chest, but her eyes concentrated, still with a flame of suspicion, on whatever this boy had to say.
"what do you want Ron?" inquired the woman harshly and dryly, decided not to falter on her integrity.
"listen, I know I made something horrible to upset you yesterday, and I wanted to tell you that I ignored completely that you felt that way torwards me!" attempted to say Ron in the most civilised voice he could mutter in his pained state.
"oh Ron, no...I wasn't mad at you, I was mad at Fleur's treacherous reaction, I supposed we shared more than companionship and her behaviour was far from dignified towards my pressence, she appeared a prostitute!" exclaimed the woman highly alarmed.
"you...what?" inquired Ron raising a very confuse eyebrow, and groaning at his increasing headache.
"erm...I was angry because Fleur was supposed to be my friend and she behaved like a slut!" repeated in simpler words the young and intelligent creature, her voice dull and tired.
"but...then, you dont...like me?" inquired Ron, and for the first time his voice was dissapointed. It was then, he knew, that he liked her back, althought he had never realized before.
"well, Ron, it depends on what you feel for me, but yes, I do!" finished the woman, so calmly it seemed as if her speech was a boring class about the magick of bricks.
"but I do like you, listen...with Fleur it was phisical attaction, but with you, it's something else, I like you for who you are. Look, I'm not the most romantic but I think you should give me a chance...if you want to!" explained Ron with a mild groan, attempting with all his strength to appear romantic and convincing.
The girl smiled and leaned forward expertly, her lips pressed against his in a gentle kiss which quickly began to deepen. Her tounge attempted to slyther it's way into Ron's mouth, er expresion was of pure bliss. Ron's eyes were wide with shock, his secret was to be discovered rather soon, so he delicately moved his face away and hugged the woman tightly. The young female frowned at him and returned the hug hesitantly, patting his back timidly.
"I've never kissed before!" Ron whispered in the girl's ear silently enough to keep his secret as what it should be.
The girl pulled away quickly at stared at him, at first her features reflected surprise, shock, but soon all this melted to reveal and excitement and funny grin that left Ron completely stunned.
"dont worry, I'll help you, look just follow me!" explained the woman moving forward slowly, giving him time to adust to what she was doing.
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The train stopped abrupty, throwing Ron off his seat with such strength his head collided with the paralel seat. He grinned lightly, groaning at the pain of his upper head, considering this as a remindal of that day's terrible headache and the nightmares that followed.
"that was the beggining of the best relation I've ever had!" thoung Ron with nostalgy, and mentally slapping himself for ruining it so stupidly.
To Be Continued...
AN: Second chapter, I'm sorry it took me so long, and it'll take me a while to finish because I'm highly inspired for my other story Legends of Childhood, but dont fear, I never leave anything unfinished, and I'm very interested in this one for reasons I'll explain at the last chapter, so if you want to know keep reading ;). Thank you for the reviews.