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Summery: Between Malfoy, Hermione, Lavender and Harry, will Ron finally lose his mind?
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Six
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
The clattering of plates, people chatting and sharing the latest gossip, it all sounded like a dull hum in Ron's head as he sat alone in the Great Hall, his food left untouched in front of him. Occasionally the red head would glance over towards the Slytherin table where Malfoy was sitting with his very large, extremely stupid bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy had a smug look on this face, Ron noticed, as if he had been up to something evil.
Ron couldn't quite fathom out how he'd got himself into such a mess. Harry was his best friend, there for him no matter what - or that used to do the case. They had spent summers together - but Malfoy. He was something else. The red head hated the slimy git sometimes, but that only added to the heat and passion between them. When Ron thought about the things they had done together, he would blush. The way Malfoy kissed him left him wanting more. The feel of there bodies moving together was something Ron could never give up.
Choosing between Malfoy and Harry would be extremely difficult, however, what with Harry's shocking behaviour, the choice had been made slightly easer. Ron still couldn't picture himself turning his back on Harry, his best mate for seven bloody years, though. And there was Hermione to consider -
"Not looking your normal happy self, are you Ron?" A voice spoke in the distance. "Everything not going your way for once?"
Ron tore his eyes away from Malfoy and fixed his gaze on the person in front of him.
"L-lavender?" Ron said sounding slightly shocked.
The last time Ron had seen his ex girlfriend, she had been a blubbering mess, but now she was standing in front of him, a look of smugness and over welling hatred written all over her pretty face.
"How are you?" he asked with a quiver in his voice. "You're looking better since - well -"
Lavender didn't even acknowledge his question. Instead she leaned in close to him, resting her weight on her hands, which were gripping the edge of the table tightly.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Ron." She spoke dangerously, glancing over at Malfoy for a second and then back at Ron. "After all, I know quite a bit about you. Things that you wouldn't want others to know."
"W-what are you talking about, Lavender?"
Lavender laughed. "Does the name Malfoy ring a bell?"
"Shut up." Ron hissed looking around him to make sure that no one was listening.
"That's right," Lavender bit back. "Wouldn't want people to know that you've taken up with a Death Eater, would you? Good old Ron Weasley - a member of the Order - shagging Malfoy the Death Eater."
"Malfoy isn't a Death -"
"I don't want to hear you sticking up for your boyfriend thank you." Lavender hissed, her face filling with even more hatred. "Just remember what I said."
"You're actually threatening me?" Ron couldn't believe it.
"Yes, Ron," Lavender said straitening up and folding her arms tightly across her chest. "I thought you'd grown a few brain cells over the last couple of years. Anyway, I've already tried to tell Harry before. Don't make me do it again."
"Sure," Ron muttered, rolling his blue eyes. "Like that'll make much difference."
"What?"
"I said sure," Ron said raising his voice a bit. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good."
And then she was gone. Ron let his head fall onto the table, banging it hard a couple of times just for good measure. He didn't need Lavender threatening him. He already had enough to worry about.
What are you doing, Ron?" Came another female voice. Ron moaned loudly and forced himself to sit up.
"Seeing how long it will take to knock myself out." Ron muttered.
"That doesn't sound very clever -"
"What do you want, Hermione?"
"Well," Hermione said sitting down across from Ron and looking around nervously before continuing. "I haven't seen Harry and I'm a bit worried -"
"Damn," Ron said rubbing his forehead. "Hermione, I should have told you. H- he's in the hospital wing -"
"Ron, why is Harry in the hospital wing?" Demanded Hermione. "Y-you didn't get into a fight, did you? He found out, didn't he?
Ron closed his eyes tightly, still rubbing his forehead, which had gone red from banging it against the table. Ron knew that he had to tell Hermione the truth. After all, she was only going to find out from Harry once he left the hospital wing.
"Talking about scar face, are we?" A smug voice joined the conversation.
Ron eyes fluttered open. At first the red head thought he was seeing things, but Malfoy was actually sitting beside Hermione at the Gryffindor table. He looked over towards the Slytherin table and saw Crabbe and Goyle starring at them, looking very confused, which wasn't surprising since they spent most of their time confused anyway.
"Malfoy," Hermione said, sounding beside herself. "Y-you can't sit here -"
"Relax Granger," Malfoy sneered. "Don't wet yourself. I'm just here to have a word with the Weasel."
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spat.
"I think you know what I want," Malfoy whispered dangerously. "But I can refresh your memory if you -"
"No!" Ron said a little too loudly, which caused a group of second years to look up. Ron scowled at them. Seeing Ron's expression, the younger students looked away sheepishly.
"Look," Ron whispered. "We'll talk about this later -"
"What's going on?" Hermione was now looking from Ron to Malfoy with a frown on her face.
"Weasley hasn't told you," Malfoy said in a fake shocked tone. "My word, I thought you two shared everything."
"Leave it Malfoy -" Ron said with a hint of warning in his voice.
"No," Hermione frowned. "I want to know."
"Fine with me, Granger,"
"Malfoy!" Ron hissed.
"If your desperate I suppose Potter might take you back," Malfoy continued. "Mind you, his taste has changed quite a bit."
"What are you -?"
"I'm calling an end to - well, whatever this is," Malfoy sneered. "I'm getting bored of it really."
"But - why?" Hermione spoke uneasily. She turned to Ron nervously. "Are you bored of it too?"
"I -"
"It's over, Mudblood," Malfoy said. "We won't be needing your services again, so to speak."
"W-we?"
"Yeah, see," Malfoy spoke as if he were enjoying himself. "Me and the Weasel will be continuing without you and if you tell anyone I will personally make sure -"
"Malfoy that's enough -" But before Ron could continue his outburst, Hermione had stood up rather quickly, which even shocked the super cool Malfoy.
"Don't bother Ron," Hermione whispered, tears building up in her brown eyes. "I can see that you've got what you want." And with that she left, looking as though she was trying not to run.
"Fucking hell, Malfoy -"
"Watch your language, my little Weasel." Malfoy laughed.
"Malfoy - s-she was my friend."
"Get over it," Malfoy sounded delighted with the harm his words had caused. "So what, you loved her and she probably loved you. Who cares?" She'll get over you -"
"She didn't actually love me." Ron whispered starring at Malfoy hard. "She loved you, Malfoy."
For a moment, the blonde Slytherin looked shocked, but then he quickly replaced his thunder struck expression with a smug smile.
"That's her problem. Now that we've got rid of scar face and the Mudblood -"
"Sodding hell, Malfoy!" Ron's voice shook with anger. "Don't you get it? They were my friends. We've been through a lot."
"Yeah well," Malfoy said. His smile had disappeared from his face now. "It's time to admit that the famous, crime solving trio have reached an end." And with that he left just like the others.
Ron let his head drop to rest on the table once more, banging his head harder this time. However he quickly regretted it as a pain shot through his head.
"What am I going to do?" Ron said to himself. He nearly fell off his seat when the question was answered. It was Lavender, who happened to be walking passed him with her tray of half eaten food.
"Bang a little harder," She whispered darkly. "Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll put yourself into a coma."
He really did consider it for a minute.
*SLK*
I'm very glad that I've got another chapter finished. It only took me a couple of hours to come up with the general layout for this chapter because I wanted to keep it simple, but I've been changing bits plus I'm very sorry about the ending. I was having a bit of difficulty there. Sorry about that. Please, please review!! And thank you to anyone who has reviewed this story. I am trying to write faster. Thanks again.
Summery: Between Malfoy, Hermione, Lavender and Harry, will Ron finally lose his mind?
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Six
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
The clattering of plates, people chatting and sharing the latest gossip, it all sounded like a dull hum in Ron's head as he sat alone in the Great Hall, his food left untouched in front of him. Occasionally the red head would glance over towards the Slytherin table where Malfoy was sitting with his very large, extremely stupid bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy had a smug look on this face, Ron noticed, as if he had been up to something evil.
Ron couldn't quite fathom out how he'd got himself into such a mess. Harry was his best friend, there for him no matter what - or that used to do the case. They had spent summers together - but Malfoy. He was something else. The red head hated the slimy git sometimes, but that only added to the heat and passion between them. When Ron thought about the things they had done together, he would blush. The way Malfoy kissed him left him wanting more. The feel of there bodies moving together was something Ron could never give up.
Choosing between Malfoy and Harry would be extremely difficult, however, what with Harry's shocking behaviour, the choice had been made slightly easer. Ron still couldn't picture himself turning his back on Harry, his best mate for seven bloody years, though. And there was Hermione to consider -
"Not looking your normal happy self, are you Ron?" A voice spoke in the distance. "Everything not going your way for once?"
Ron tore his eyes away from Malfoy and fixed his gaze on the person in front of him.
"L-lavender?" Ron said sounding slightly shocked.
The last time Ron had seen his ex girlfriend, she had been a blubbering mess, but now she was standing in front of him, a look of smugness and over welling hatred written all over her pretty face.
"How are you?" he asked with a quiver in his voice. "You're looking better since - well -"
Lavender didn't even acknowledge his question. Instead she leaned in close to him, resting her weight on her hands, which were gripping the edge of the table tightly.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Ron." She spoke dangerously, glancing over at Malfoy for a second and then back at Ron. "After all, I know quite a bit about you. Things that you wouldn't want others to know."
"W-what are you talking about, Lavender?"
Lavender laughed. "Does the name Malfoy ring a bell?"
"Shut up." Ron hissed looking around him to make sure that no one was listening.
"That's right," Lavender bit back. "Wouldn't want people to know that you've taken up with a Death Eater, would you? Good old Ron Weasley - a member of the Order - shagging Malfoy the Death Eater."
"Malfoy isn't a Death -"
"I don't want to hear you sticking up for your boyfriend thank you." Lavender hissed, her face filling with even more hatred. "Just remember what I said."
"You're actually threatening me?" Ron couldn't believe it.
"Yes, Ron," Lavender said straitening up and folding her arms tightly across her chest. "I thought you'd grown a few brain cells over the last couple of years. Anyway, I've already tried to tell Harry before. Don't make me do it again."
"Sure," Ron muttered, rolling his blue eyes. "Like that'll make much difference."
"What?"
"I said sure," Ron said raising his voice a bit. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good."
And then she was gone. Ron let his head fall onto the table, banging it hard a couple of times just for good measure. He didn't need Lavender threatening him. He already had enough to worry about.
What are you doing, Ron?" Came another female voice. Ron moaned loudly and forced himself to sit up.
"Seeing how long it will take to knock myself out." Ron muttered.
"That doesn't sound very clever -"
"What do you want, Hermione?"
"Well," Hermione said sitting down across from Ron and looking around nervously before continuing. "I haven't seen Harry and I'm a bit worried -"
"Damn," Ron said rubbing his forehead. "Hermione, I should have told you. H- he's in the hospital wing -"
"Ron, why is Harry in the hospital wing?" Demanded Hermione. "Y-you didn't get into a fight, did you? He found out, didn't he?
Ron closed his eyes tightly, still rubbing his forehead, which had gone red from banging it against the table. Ron knew that he had to tell Hermione the truth. After all, she was only going to find out from Harry once he left the hospital wing.
"Talking about scar face, are we?" A smug voice joined the conversation.
Ron eyes fluttered open. At first the red head thought he was seeing things, but Malfoy was actually sitting beside Hermione at the Gryffindor table. He looked over towards the Slytherin table and saw Crabbe and Goyle starring at them, looking very confused, which wasn't surprising since they spent most of their time confused anyway.
"Malfoy," Hermione said, sounding beside herself. "Y-you can't sit here -"
"Relax Granger," Malfoy sneered. "Don't wet yourself. I'm just here to have a word with the Weasel."
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spat.
"I think you know what I want," Malfoy whispered dangerously. "But I can refresh your memory if you -"
"No!" Ron said a little too loudly, which caused a group of second years to look up. Ron scowled at them. Seeing Ron's expression, the younger students looked away sheepishly.
"Look," Ron whispered. "We'll talk about this later -"
"What's going on?" Hermione was now looking from Ron to Malfoy with a frown on her face.
"Weasley hasn't told you," Malfoy said in a fake shocked tone. "My word, I thought you two shared everything."
"Leave it Malfoy -" Ron said with a hint of warning in his voice.
"No," Hermione frowned. "I want to know."
"Fine with me, Granger,"
"Malfoy!" Ron hissed.
"If your desperate I suppose Potter might take you back," Malfoy continued. "Mind you, his taste has changed quite a bit."
"What are you -?"
"I'm calling an end to - well, whatever this is," Malfoy sneered. "I'm getting bored of it really."
"But - why?" Hermione spoke uneasily. She turned to Ron nervously. "Are you bored of it too?"
"I -"
"It's over, Mudblood," Malfoy said. "We won't be needing your services again, so to speak."
"W-we?"
"Yeah, see," Malfoy spoke as if he were enjoying himself. "Me and the Weasel will be continuing without you and if you tell anyone I will personally make sure -"
"Malfoy that's enough -" But before Ron could continue his outburst, Hermione had stood up rather quickly, which even shocked the super cool Malfoy.
"Don't bother Ron," Hermione whispered, tears building up in her brown eyes. "I can see that you've got what you want." And with that she left, looking as though she was trying not to run.
"Fucking hell, Malfoy -"
"Watch your language, my little Weasel." Malfoy laughed.
"Malfoy - s-she was my friend."
"Get over it," Malfoy sounded delighted with the harm his words had caused. "So what, you loved her and she probably loved you. Who cares?" She'll get over you -"
"She didn't actually love me." Ron whispered starring at Malfoy hard. "She loved you, Malfoy."
For a moment, the blonde Slytherin looked shocked, but then he quickly replaced his thunder struck expression with a smug smile.
"That's her problem. Now that we've got rid of scar face and the Mudblood -"
"Sodding hell, Malfoy!" Ron's voice shook with anger. "Don't you get it? They were my friends. We've been through a lot."
"Yeah well," Malfoy said. His smile had disappeared from his face now. "It's time to admit that the famous, crime solving trio have reached an end." And with that he left just like the others.
Ron let his head drop to rest on the table once more, banging his head harder this time. However he quickly regretted it as a pain shot through his head.
"What am I going to do?" Ron said to himself. He nearly fell off his seat when the question was answered. It was Lavender, who happened to be walking passed him with her tray of half eaten food.
"Bang a little harder," She whispered darkly. "Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll put yourself into a coma."
He really did consider it for a minute.
*SLK*
I'm very glad that I've got another chapter finished. It only took me a couple of hours to come up with the general layout for this chapter because I wanted to keep it simple, but I've been changing bits plus I'm very sorry about the ending. I was having a bit of difficulty there. Sorry about that. Please, please review!! And thank you to anyone who has reviewed this story. I am trying to write faster. Thanks again.