CHAPTER SIX: Turning to Ron

RiverWhiteDragon: Well, I know his smile was drop-dead gorgeous - *I* didn't laugh. I melted through the floor!! But these people are assuming that if Draco is smiling, then something bad is about to happen. Which is sad, really, because smiling is a good thing. ^^

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RON

Harry has been seriously spooked since he decided Draco decided he was going to eat his shoes. I tried to tell Harry that it was ridiculous. Draco wouldn't eat shoes. And, he kind of *couldn't* eat Harry's shoes, but Harry didn't seem to listen. He was in a world of his own, and my advice meant nothing to him. However, the longer Malfoy wore his shoes, the happier Harry seemed to be, and the more I decided I was safe.

Sirius sent Harry a new pair of shoes after Harry sent him a letter that he was grieving after his last pair, but Harry constantly complained that they just weren't the same. These shoes *fitted* him, apparently *that* was the problem.

After awhile, he seemed to forget about the Shoe Thing, until one day Malfoy didn't wear them. Hermione tried to preoccupy him from looking at Malfoy's feet, but once he noticed it, he grew deadly pale, and didn't speak to either of us. He lost it in DADA that day, breaking down in front of the whole classroom exclaiming he had lost his best friends because Malfoy had eaten them. The teacher, Professor Regian, told the both of them to report to his class later that night for detention, obviously thinking the whole thing was a joke.

Although I was sure most of the class knew that Draco *hadn't* eaten Harry's best friend, the other half seemed to avoid him at all cost. Which made Draco seem a little more frightened of everyone, but only for a moment. Because then he took out a Pudding Pack and began to eat it. Parvati stared at him before exclaiming, "After eating Harry's friends you're *still* hungry?!" and Draco put his Pudding away, with a saddened look on his face, as if at any moment he was going to cry.

I noticed that Hermione was staring at Draco with a lustful stare, which gave me the impression she liked him. Or maybe it was when she stood up and slapped Parvati, exclaiming: "He can eat pudding if he wants! There is nothing wrong with pudding!" and so, she got detention too, although somehow, before the day was over, she got out of it. That conniving little freak . . .

I was one of the last to leave the classroom after scattering my papers all over the floor and telling Hermione and Harry not to worry about it, I'd meet them in the common room. I sighed after they had gone, and began to pick them up, and heard other feet moving, noticing that somebody was helping me do so. When all my papers had been picked up I began to thank the person, "Hey thanks for - MALFOY?!?"

"Thanks for Malfoy?" he asked, handing me my papers and giving me a smile.

I gasped. Malfoy . . . smiling . . . couldn't be good.

"Oh, right," he said, suddenly giving me a glare. "You guys don't *like* my smiling thing . . ." he sighed, and I finally relaxed, still having scary images in my head. "Listen, Weas . . . Ron . . . I was wondering . . . Does Harry like boys?"

The question made me take a step back, suddenly stricken. "What do you mean??"

"Just as I asked you. Does Harry Potter . . . like boys?"

"Well, I suppose he *does* doesn't he?" Malfoy grinned. "I mean, I'm his best friend-" his smile disappeared. Which was just as well for me, his smile was one of the freakiest . . . cutest . . . things I had ever seen.

"That's not what I meant, you prat. I *meant* . . . I *meant* would he . . . would he . . ." he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence, so I tried to help out.

"Strip for money?" I asked.

Draco paused, stunned. "What the *hell*?" he asked. I shrugged, my face burning.

"I was just . . . you know . . . trying to . . .I was . . ."

"Trying to get Harry to strip?" Draco asked, finishing my sentence for me. Me and him both gave off short chuckles, but stopped suddenly, at the exact same moment. This was *Draco* I was with. No way could I ever, *would* I ever share something in common with *him* . . .

"Anyway . . . what were you going to ask?"

"Oh . . . right . . . See, I was wondering if Harry would ever mind . . . you know?" he asked, seeming very pleased with himself. "Wow, thanks Ron. I'm glad you'll pass that along to Harry for me. Meet me later tonight, at the Library. But before ten, because that's when my detention is. See ya, mate." and he left a strange glint in his eyes.

HARRY

Ron came up to me when he got to the Common Room and pulled me away from everyone. "Harry . . I ran into Draco earlier-" I whimpered slightly, thinking of my shoes . . . and thinking of the detention I had to spend with Malfoy . . . that I was strangely looking forward to . . . "And . . . he said that . . . he told me to ask you if you would ever mind you know."

I stared at him a moment trying to act like I was thinking what the hell does that mean? but really, I was thinking more along the lines of I hope my shoes are okay. I never even got to say a proper goodbye.. "If I would ever you know?" I asked finally, a few minutes later, after realizing Ron was now sitting down in a chair beside me, looking tired and bored.

"Well, he didn't say it like *that*, exactly. It was more like . . . Would he ever mind . . . you know? Kind of . . . question like."

I stared at him another moment, and excuse to continue thinking of my shoes funeral. I'd have to have someone play the flute and someone to say a few words and some people to witness . . . "So . . . when did this run-in thing happen?" I had thought far to long that time. Ron was reading a book at that point.

"You're still here, Harry?" he asked confused, before setting the book down. "Lordy, it takes you long enough to think."

I shrugged. "Anyway," he continued. "It happened right after Defence Against the Dark Arts. When I dropped my work all over the floor. He helped me pick them up . . . Oh - now I remember! . . . he-" he went bright red, and I suddenly forgot about my shoes, Fredrick and Anita, (yes, yes. If they were dead then they at *least* deserved *names* . . .) "He asked, at first, if you liked boys."

I froze, but Ron didn't seem to notice it.

"He seemed *really* nervous about it. But I was like, man, you're my best friend, so *why* wouldn't you like guys? I think Draco's just a little too . . . *blonde* sometimes . . ." he kept talking and talking, but I had already toned out.

What did this mean? Draco was going to ask me out if I said yes? But you can't like him, said a voice in my head, What about Kara? What will she think?

Damn. I had totally forgotten about her. She was still on vacation, and was returning in a week. I had a *lot* to tell her . .. "No," I said, quietly.

"Huh?" Ron asked, losing his train of thought.

"Tell Dra - Malfoy that I said no. And, if you don't mind. I'm going to rest awhile, before detention." I slowly stood up, and walked into my dorm, a million things on my mind.

"But wait!" I heard Ron call, "I'm still your best friend - and I'm a guy - so . . . so you *like* guys, right??" I didn't answer. Ron had no idea what Draco was talking about.

DRACO

Ron came up me a little before nine, a small look on his face. "He's lying," he said abruptly. "He won't admit it. And I know *why* he won't admit it, but he *does* like boys. I don't know what's so hard about admitting it. *I* like guys, and I'm not afraid to say anything . . ." some people stared at us and I went bright red, covering my face with my hand.

After awhile of Ron talking I grew hungry and pulled out a Pudding Pack. I hadn't had one all day thanks to Harry, and now I wanted one more than ever. I always carried them around, in case I got bored, in case I got hungry, in case I had work to do, in case I was talking . . .I had millions of excuses in case a teacher grew suspicious or something.

Ron watched me eat it and didn't say anything until I offered him a bite. He shook his head quickly, as if he couldn't believe that I would say that to him. "Malfoy . . . I think you're scaring Harry," he said. "And I know you have every reason to *want* to scare him. You're enemies and stuff . . . but . . ."

"Would you rather I be . . . *nice*?"

He looked suddenly frightened and exclaimed, "NO!" the Librarian shushed us. Ron lowered his voice. "You see . . . He really misses Fredrick and Anita. He thinks you've eaten them."

"I've eaten who? . . . Oh, wait - was *that* what was going on in Defence Against the Dark Arts? His friends that I . . . *ate*?"

Ron nodded. "Actually, they are his *shoes*." I gulped. "You see . . . he's very attached to them . .. So I was wondering if you could please, please, *please* wear them tomorrow?"

"Huh? How is *that* going to help??"

Ron sighed. "Because the shoes mean the world to him. And he's been moping around since he discovered you'd eaten them."

"Yeah - but I *haven't*. I don't even *like* shoes!" the Librarian shushed us again, more angrily this time. "I mean . . ." my voice trailed off and I pulled out another Pudding, after finishing the first one.

Ron sighed. "Yeah? Prove it to him . . . Listen, why don't you just wear them to detention tonight?"

"Hey, yeah. I could do that . . ." I nodded to myself.

The Librarian noticed I was eating and exploded. "THAT'S IT - GET OUT!" and me and Ron quickly left the library without looking at each other again.

A/N: Don't you just get used to seeing my beautiful comments at the bottom of this screen, always with something new to say . . . Yes, well, now you have seen chapter six! The one I wanted you to see! Why? Not sure, exactly. But, hey, you saw it! And now you'll get to see chapter seven! . . .As soon as I find it . . . review please!