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Summery: I think fame has finally gone to Harry's head. Oh dear, that can't be good.
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Five
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
"Harry," Ron mumbled through Harry's wet kisses. "Have you gone mad?"
Harry didn't answer. Instead he pulled back to look at his friend, taking in the sight before him. Ron tried to grab the covers, but Harry pulled them away.
"Your off your rocker," Ron muttered. He was in complete shock. Was this really his best friend? The famous Harry Potter, the boy he had risked his life for in the past. Ron tried to convince himself that Harry was under some sort of spell. Maybe he could just reach for his wand and -
"What are you doing?" Harry asked his green eyes were narrowed. He had grabbed hold of Ron's wrist, preventing the red headed Gryffindor from reaching for his wand, which had been placed on his nightstand the night before.
"You've lost it." Ron breathed.
"So you keep saying," Harry said darkly, not letting go of Ron's wrist.
"This doesn't make sense."
"It makes perfect sense." Harry smiled. "After all, you are the most important person in my life, Ron. The thing I would miss the most."
"That was just a game Harry - I mean - you didn't, not in that way!"
Harry looked puzzled. Was he expecting Ron to feel the same? The red head wasn't sure of anything anymore.
"I know you want the same Ron," Harry frowned. He placed a hand on Ron's freckled shoulder, pushing him back slowly. Ron felt powerless. He couldn't do anything to stop his best friend from getting what he wanted. He felt weak as Harry tightened the grip around his wrist.
Just as Harry was about to lean towards him, Ron felt a gust of cold air wash over him. Draco Malfoy had appeared from under his invisibility cloak, looking very angry and ready to kill.
"Get the fucking hell away from him scar face," Malfoy hissed. Ron had never seen Malfoy look so angry. Nor had he ever seen Harry move so fast, which was saying a lot since Harry had been the Gryffindor Seeker for seven years.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry hissed back.
Ron pulled the covers back over him quickly. Harry hadn't noticed any of his best friends movements, he was too busy giving Malfoy his most devil star, but Malfoy didn't seem to be effected by Harry's attempts to scare him.
"Didn't you hear me the first time Potter? I'm sure Weasley doesn't want your slimy hands all over him."
"I doubt that very much Malfoy," Harry sniggered. "You might as well leave now. He doesn't want YOUR hands all over him."
"Actually -" Ron tried to say, but they weren't going to let him have a say even though he was at the centre of the problem. Ron sat back and watched the drama unfold. For a moment he wondered whether they were fighting over him or trying to prove who could get him.
"I didn't hear him complaining," Malfoy sneered, looking at Ron and then back at Harry. "And I don't think Granger was complaining either. In fact, neither of them could get enough."
Harry laughed almost evilly.
"Whatever Malfoy. As if they'd touch you when they've both got me."
The Slytherin's face relaxed for a couple of seconds and then broke out into a smile that spread across his pale face and gave him an almost smug look. His eyes twinkled slightly as he folded his arms tightly across his chest.
"So - it's finally happened. All the fame has gone to your head scar face. Can't think why."
Malfoy said this more to himself than anyone else.
"Well," Harry said gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. "At least I matter. Unlike scum like you."
"You think so, Potter," Malfoy smiled, looking straight at Harry. Ron didn't even try to speak.
"Weasley and the Mudblood - your two best friends in the whole world - chose to fuck me instead of you. Now what does that tell you?"
"Liar." Harry hissed.
"Malfoy," Ron spoke up with as much confidence as he could muster. "Don't call Hermione a Mudblood. She was good enough to shag after all."
Harry's green eyes darkened underneath his glasses.
"You did!" Harry spat. "Hermione actually slept with you!"
"Of course she did." Malfoy said sounding almost bored now. "But I only did it because I was after the Weasel."
"Malfoy -" Ron said angrily.
"Oh come on, Weasley," Malfoy looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You were in love with the little Mudblood -"
"Don't -" Ron started hotly.
"Don't Weasel!" Malfoy spoke loudly. "I'm a Slytherin. What do you expect?"
"So you used her - to get to - to me?" Ron sounded surprised.
"Your fucking sick Malfoy!" Harry spat. "You probably put some sort of spell on them -"
"Are you still here Snitch boy?" Malfoy smiled.
"Didn't you hear me Malfoy?"
"Yes, Snitch boy. I heard you loud and clear." Malfoy sniggered. "I never tried to rape any of my friends, now did I? I can't blame you for your choices. After all, Weasley is so god damn fine -"
Harry went red in the face and opened his month to say something, but Malfoy hadn't finished.
"But forcing yourself on your faithful sidekick here. How low can you sink, Potter?"
"You can't judge anyone, Malfoy," Harry whispered. "With a father like yours -"
"Leave my father out of this, Potter. I'm nothing like him."
"No," Harry smiled. "You haven't even got the guts to become a Death Eater."
"You don't know anything about it."
"Or are you already following Voldemort's orders?" Harry continued. "Going to send him Ron to try and get to me, are you?"
"I don't follow anyone, scar face," Malfoy said calmly. "And I wouldn't be sending him your trusty sidekick even if I was because he's mine. I'd much rather kill you myself."
"Try it you dirty-fucked up-Slytherin!"
"I'd take that back if you like your face the way it is." Malfoy whispered. "Although, I can't see why you would."
Ron could see that Malfoy was holding his wand tightly in his pocket now, but it was too late for him to warn his fellow Gryffindor. Harry threw himself at Malfoy. However, the blonde Slytherin was much too quick for the famous Harry Potter. He pulled out his wand and stunned Harry, who went flying across the room and hit Ron's bedside table.
"What the bloody hell! What are you doing?" Ron shouted. He threw his robes on and jumped off his four-poster bed to kneel beside Harry on the floor.
"Saving you Weasley," Malfoy said sounding indifferent. "Don't I get a thank you or maybe we could have a quick one while he's lying on the floor Stunned."
"He's got a pulse." Ron breathed and laughed nervously.
"Pity." Malfoy said darkly. He sat on the end of Ron's bed, waiting for the red headed Gryffindor to join him.
"I should take him to the hospital wing." Ron sighed running a hand through his hair. "Why did you have to lose your temper, Malfoy?"
"I didn't," Malfoy really did seem angry now. "And I'd be careful if I were you. Just because your good-looking enough to shag me, doesn't mean you won't go the same way as scar face if your not careful."
Ron sighed again. He didn't seem at all bothered about Malfoy's threat. In fact, he seemed quite used to them.
"What are we going to do now?" Ron asked sitting next to Malfoy, but the blonde Slytherin shot up as soon as he did so making the red head jump.
"I'll tell you what you need to do, Weasel," Malfoy hissed picking up his invisibility clock and turning to face Ron for the last time.
"You have to make a choice between me and Potter."
"What -" Ron muttered as if he couldn't quite hear the words.
"You heard me Ron!" Malfoy whispered dangerously. "Me or Potter and no Mudblood's on the side. And don't make the wrong choice!"
And with that Malfoy left the room, slamming the door behind him. Ron was left sitting on his bed, his mouth slightly open and his best friend out cold on the floor beside him. Who was Ron going to choose? His best friend who he'd known for seven years or Malfoy who he'd hated for nearly as long as that? He'd been through so much with Harry. He'd risked his life for him.
'Yes,' said an evil little voice inside of Ron's head. 'But he stole Hermione from me.'
"No he didn't," Ron said to himself frowning. "He didn't know -"
'He must have known.' Ron thought. 'And he tried to rape me.'
"Harry Potter, my best mate, tried to force himself on me." Ron whispered his eyes wide as if realising it for the first time. "After everything I've done for him."
*SLK*
Authors note: Wow! That took a long time. Sorry about that, College work you know. My mind has been everywhere what with the fifth book, my community and grades to consider. I've been getting some good reviews so I hope you lot like this one as much as the last four. I'm just playing it by ear with this one although I do have an idea about the ending. Who do you think Ron will go for? And join my community too. It's devoted to the Harry Potter books and there's even a Ron The Great link!
Thank you for all your wonderful reviews and kind words. Keep reviewing people.
Summery: I think fame has finally gone to Harry's head. Oh dear, that can't be good.
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Five
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
"Harry," Ron mumbled through Harry's wet kisses. "Have you gone mad?"
Harry didn't answer. Instead he pulled back to look at his friend, taking in the sight before him. Ron tried to grab the covers, but Harry pulled them away.
"Your off your rocker," Ron muttered. He was in complete shock. Was this really his best friend? The famous Harry Potter, the boy he had risked his life for in the past. Ron tried to convince himself that Harry was under some sort of spell. Maybe he could just reach for his wand and -
"What are you doing?" Harry asked his green eyes were narrowed. He had grabbed hold of Ron's wrist, preventing the red headed Gryffindor from reaching for his wand, which had been placed on his nightstand the night before.
"You've lost it." Ron breathed.
"So you keep saying," Harry said darkly, not letting go of Ron's wrist.
"This doesn't make sense."
"It makes perfect sense." Harry smiled. "After all, you are the most important person in my life, Ron. The thing I would miss the most."
"That was just a game Harry - I mean - you didn't, not in that way!"
Harry looked puzzled. Was he expecting Ron to feel the same? The red head wasn't sure of anything anymore.
"I know you want the same Ron," Harry frowned. He placed a hand on Ron's freckled shoulder, pushing him back slowly. Ron felt powerless. He couldn't do anything to stop his best friend from getting what he wanted. He felt weak as Harry tightened the grip around his wrist.
Just as Harry was about to lean towards him, Ron felt a gust of cold air wash over him. Draco Malfoy had appeared from under his invisibility cloak, looking very angry and ready to kill.
"Get the fucking hell away from him scar face," Malfoy hissed. Ron had never seen Malfoy look so angry. Nor had he ever seen Harry move so fast, which was saying a lot since Harry had been the Gryffindor Seeker for seven years.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry hissed back.
Ron pulled the covers back over him quickly. Harry hadn't noticed any of his best friends movements, he was too busy giving Malfoy his most devil star, but Malfoy didn't seem to be effected by Harry's attempts to scare him.
"Didn't you hear me the first time Potter? I'm sure Weasley doesn't want your slimy hands all over him."
"I doubt that very much Malfoy," Harry sniggered. "You might as well leave now. He doesn't want YOUR hands all over him."
"Actually -" Ron tried to say, but they weren't going to let him have a say even though he was at the centre of the problem. Ron sat back and watched the drama unfold. For a moment he wondered whether they were fighting over him or trying to prove who could get him.
"I didn't hear him complaining," Malfoy sneered, looking at Ron and then back at Harry. "And I don't think Granger was complaining either. In fact, neither of them could get enough."
Harry laughed almost evilly.
"Whatever Malfoy. As if they'd touch you when they've both got me."
The Slytherin's face relaxed for a couple of seconds and then broke out into a smile that spread across his pale face and gave him an almost smug look. His eyes twinkled slightly as he folded his arms tightly across his chest.
"So - it's finally happened. All the fame has gone to your head scar face. Can't think why."
Malfoy said this more to himself than anyone else.
"Well," Harry said gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. "At least I matter. Unlike scum like you."
"You think so, Potter," Malfoy smiled, looking straight at Harry. Ron didn't even try to speak.
"Weasley and the Mudblood - your two best friends in the whole world - chose to fuck me instead of you. Now what does that tell you?"
"Liar." Harry hissed.
"Malfoy," Ron spoke up with as much confidence as he could muster. "Don't call Hermione a Mudblood. She was good enough to shag after all."
Harry's green eyes darkened underneath his glasses.
"You did!" Harry spat. "Hermione actually slept with you!"
"Of course she did." Malfoy said sounding almost bored now. "But I only did it because I was after the Weasel."
"Malfoy -" Ron said angrily.
"Oh come on, Weasley," Malfoy looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You were in love with the little Mudblood -"
"Don't -" Ron started hotly.
"Don't Weasel!" Malfoy spoke loudly. "I'm a Slytherin. What do you expect?"
"So you used her - to get to - to me?" Ron sounded surprised.
"Your fucking sick Malfoy!" Harry spat. "You probably put some sort of spell on them -"
"Are you still here Snitch boy?" Malfoy smiled.
"Didn't you hear me Malfoy?"
"Yes, Snitch boy. I heard you loud and clear." Malfoy sniggered. "I never tried to rape any of my friends, now did I? I can't blame you for your choices. After all, Weasley is so god damn fine -"
Harry went red in the face and opened his month to say something, but Malfoy hadn't finished.
"But forcing yourself on your faithful sidekick here. How low can you sink, Potter?"
"You can't judge anyone, Malfoy," Harry whispered. "With a father like yours -"
"Leave my father out of this, Potter. I'm nothing like him."
"No," Harry smiled. "You haven't even got the guts to become a Death Eater."
"You don't know anything about it."
"Or are you already following Voldemort's orders?" Harry continued. "Going to send him Ron to try and get to me, are you?"
"I don't follow anyone, scar face," Malfoy said calmly. "And I wouldn't be sending him your trusty sidekick even if I was because he's mine. I'd much rather kill you myself."
"Try it you dirty-fucked up-Slytherin!"
"I'd take that back if you like your face the way it is." Malfoy whispered. "Although, I can't see why you would."
Ron could see that Malfoy was holding his wand tightly in his pocket now, but it was too late for him to warn his fellow Gryffindor. Harry threw himself at Malfoy. However, the blonde Slytherin was much too quick for the famous Harry Potter. He pulled out his wand and stunned Harry, who went flying across the room and hit Ron's bedside table.
"What the bloody hell! What are you doing?" Ron shouted. He threw his robes on and jumped off his four-poster bed to kneel beside Harry on the floor.
"Saving you Weasley," Malfoy said sounding indifferent. "Don't I get a thank you or maybe we could have a quick one while he's lying on the floor Stunned."
"He's got a pulse." Ron breathed and laughed nervously.
"Pity." Malfoy said darkly. He sat on the end of Ron's bed, waiting for the red headed Gryffindor to join him.
"I should take him to the hospital wing." Ron sighed running a hand through his hair. "Why did you have to lose your temper, Malfoy?"
"I didn't," Malfoy really did seem angry now. "And I'd be careful if I were you. Just because your good-looking enough to shag me, doesn't mean you won't go the same way as scar face if your not careful."
Ron sighed again. He didn't seem at all bothered about Malfoy's threat. In fact, he seemed quite used to them.
"What are we going to do now?" Ron asked sitting next to Malfoy, but the blonde Slytherin shot up as soon as he did so making the red head jump.
"I'll tell you what you need to do, Weasel," Malfoy hissed picking up his invisibility clock and turning to face Ron for the last time.
"You have to make a choice between me and Potter."
"What -" Ron muttered as if he couldn't quite hear the words.
"You heard me Ron!" Malfoy whispered dangerously. "Me or Potter and no Mudblood's on the side. And don't make the wrong choice!"
And with that Malfoy left the room, slamming the door behind him. Ron was left sitting on his bed, his mouth slightly open and his best friend out cold on the floor beside him. Who was Ron going to choose? His best friend who he'd known for seven years or Malfoy who he'd hated for nearly as long as that? He'd been through so much with Harry. He'd risked his life for him.
'Yes,' said an evil little voice inside of Ron's head. 'But he stole Hermione from me.'
"No he didn't," Ron said to himself frowning. "He didn't know -"
'He must have known.' Ron thought. 'And he tried to rape me.'
"Harry Potter, my best mate, tried to force himself on me." Ron whispered his eyes wide as if realising it for the first time. "After everything I've done for him."
*SLK*
Authors note: Wow! That took a long time. Sorry about that, College work you know. My mind has been everywhere what with the fifth book, my community and grades to consider. I've been getting some good reviews so I hope you lot like this one as much as the last four. I'm just playing it by ear with this one although I do have an idea about the ending. Who do you think Ron will go for? And join my community too. It's devoted to the Harry Potter books and there's even a Ron The Great link!
Thank you for all your wonderful reviews and kind words. Keep reviewing people.