Hey! I'm back and with a new story! Don't worry, I'm still working on my other two, 'As Time goes on' and 'Prove it to you.' I just had this idea and decided to get it started. Okay, so here's a little info on this fic.
Title: Just want to be me
Summary: Ron and Draco have always hated each other. After a strange accident occurs, their forced to live in each others body. Problem: holidays are coming up. It won't be easy when Draco's parents are Death Eaters and Ron's are in the Order.
Okay, I know there are tons of stories out there where people swirch bodies, but I hardly see any with Ron and Draco. So, I decided to make my own. It won't be boring, I promise you. There will be a lot of twists and turns. Any other questions, email me. Okay, enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Always one to argue
"Ah, Weasley, I bet your not looking forward to Christmas, are you? Bet your parents won't be able to afford any presents. Here, why won't you get down on your knees like a good dog and say I'm the greatest, and I just might give you a galleon." Malfoy drawled.
Ron spun around quickly, ears turning red with anger. Both Harry and Hermione groaned.
"Oh, sod off, Malfoy. It's too early to deal with you right now." Harry replied, yawning.
The group was in their sixth year and was two days away from going home for the Christmas holidays. The Trio would once again be spending it at the Grimmauld Place, since the war was still raging around them,
Malfoy just glared at Harry. He hadn't been able to get him angry since the year started. It was getting frustrating. Truth was, with the death of Sirius, Harry figured he should start training for the war and found that Malfoy's insults no longer bothered him.
Ron, however, always snapped.
"Ah, Potter, saving Weasley's neck again, aren't you? I see you still love playing the hero. Watch it Weasel King, he might get you killed next—" Malfoy was cut off.
"Shut it, Malfoy!" Ron shouted, raising his wrists.
Getting alarmed, Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robes.
"Leave it, Ron. He's just sore we put his father in prison." Harry stated, giving Malfoy a cold glare.
"Trying to act brave, Weasel King?" Malfoy sneered, an mad glint in his eye, "Tell me, what are you doing to do when the Dark Lord targets your precious Mudblood?" he pointed his head in Hermione's direction.
Ron let out an angry yell. He slipped out of his robes (he still had his school uniform under it) and charged toward Malfoy. He tackled him to the ground and him hard in the nose. Crabbe and Goyle, who realized what was going on, grabbed Ron by the shirt and threw him on his back.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked. Harry's eyes were wide.
Goyle had kicked Ron in the stomach, making him roll over in pain.
Shooting out of nowhere, Harry used all the strength he had to knock Goyle over. Crabbe came bounding up to them. Ron stood up and raised his fists, ready for the fight, Harry right next to him. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had done the same.
"Hope you booked your beds in the Hospital Wing." Malfoy snarled.
Ron got ready to lunge—
"Gentlemen!"
The five spun around. Professor Lupin, who had come back to teach as the DADA teacher, walked swiftly over to them. Hermione had run up behind me. Clearly she went for a teacher before things got out of hand.
"What's going on?" he demanded, looking at each of them sternly.
"They started it, sir." Malfoy said automatically, point at Harry and Ron, who's mouths dropped. "Weasley attacked me for no reason, sir."
"Only because you called Hermione a you-know-what!" Ron said hotly.
"Oh? And what would that be?" Lupin asked patiently.
"W-well....I—I don't want to say it—" Ron stuttered.
"He called me a mudblood, Professor." Hermione said impatiently. It looked liked she was trying to hold back tears.
Lupin turned angrily to Malfoy and his cronies.
"Never, under any circumstances, are you to call a student that. Fifteen points from Slythering." Lupin said angrily, "Now, get back to the dungeons."
Seething, Malfoy stomped off, muttering things under his breath.
"Thanks, Professor." Hermione said gratefully.
After bidding their Professor good-bye, the three headed off to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Hermione, why did you go and get Lupin?! We were doing fine on our own!" Ron shouted.
"Snape could've walked by any moment, Ron! Be happy it wasn't Snape who passed by!" Hermione shot back.
Instead of ranting on Hermione, he began to rant angrily about Malfoy.
"Who does he think he is?! How could he call you something like that?! If I ever get my hands on him--!"
"Godric." Harry said as the Fat Lady swung forward, while watching amusedly as Ron kept on talking.
Ron continued to talk as they sat by the armchairs by the fire, until Hermione gave an annoyed sigh.
"Honestly, Ron," Hermione said in an aggravated voice, "You shouldn't let him get to you so much. You're only letting him win."
"Not let him get to me?! Hermione, he doesn't go around calling your family poor!" Ron replied angrily.
"No," Hermione replied coolly, "He only calls me a Mudblood."
For awhile, there was an uncomfortable silence. These words seemed to have had an impact on Ron.
"Er....Hermione.....I—I didn't mean it like—I mean to say....sorry." He said, sincerely.
For awhile she studied him, as if decided whether or not to forgive him. She finally smiled.
"It's okay." She whispered.
"Ron, we better head down to the Quidditch pitch. Katie wants us there right now." Harry said, getting up.
"Now?" Hermione asked incredulously. "Surely not? It's snowing! You'll freeze!"
"Yeah, well, Katie said the sooner we get out there the sooner we get back in." Ron said dryly.
"Well, I'll stay here and do some homework. Remember to dress warmly, okay?" Hermione reminded them before pulling her school bag toward her.
"Yes, mother." Harry joked.
Laughing, Hermione hit him playfully on the arm.
Harry and Ron went to put on their Quidditch robes, scarves, and gloves, and walked down to the pitch with their brooms in their hands. When they were there, the team was waiting for them.
Since Alicia and Angelina graduated, Ginny Weasley and her friend Summer (1) have taken their places as Chasers, along with the captain, Katie Bell. Seamus Finnigan along with seventh year Daniel Brown were the new Beaters. Harry and Ron remained Keeper and Seeker.
"About time!" Katie shouted over the snow, which was falling pretty heavily, "I was afraid you were going to miss practice!"
"Shame, isn't it?" Ron asked sarcastically, making Harry grin.
"Okay, mount your brooms!" Katie ordered. The team did as they were told.
"When I say so, go to your postitions....ready....set....G-!"
"WAIT!"
Ron nearly jumped out of surprise. The Slytherin team was walking toward them. Seamus groaned. "Now what do they want?"
The Slytherin team stopped in front of the Gryffindors.
"What are you doing? I booked the pitch!" Katie said angrily.
"Calm down, Bell." Malfoy snarled. Katie scowled.
"I have permission from Professor Snape, giving us permission to use the pitch, as it's the last two days of until the holidays." Malfoy said, smirking.
"You don't even have a game coming up!" Ginny exploded, "We have our match the first weekend back!"
"Not our problem." Malfoy said carelessly.
"Why don't we take this up to McGonagall?" Katie asked, trying to be the mature one.
"Or we can do this the manly way." Ron said, glaring at Malfoy and cracking his knuckles.
Malfoy tossed aside his broom and turned to face Ron. "You sure, Weasley? I don't think your parents would be able to pay the bill for you being in St. Mungo's."
"Why you--!" Ron tried to tackle Malfoy, but Seamus and Harry had grabbed the back of his robes. Malfoy and the rest of the team laughed.
"We could play for the pitch." Malfoy said menacingly.
Ron was about to retort back, when Katie cut in.
"No. Fine, Malfoy, have the pitch. It won't make a difference. We'll still beat you in the finals anyways." Katie said defiantly. The team looked at her confused, but she gave them a pointing look. Understanding, the team picked up their brooms and trudged back up to the castle. When they made in into the tower, the team collapsed onto the couches.
"Why'd you give them the pitch, Angelina?" Ginny asked, while wiping snow off her robes.
Katie sighed and put her hand on her head, as if she had a headache. "Because, Ginny, we might as well. It was getting to snowy to continue practice anyways. Might as well have them use it. They won't be out there for long."
Just then, the portrait opened and Hermione came bouncing in. Beaming, she sat down next to Ginny.
"Hi! What are you all doing back so early?" Hermione asked.
"The Slytherins took over the pitch." Ron said moodily, dropping his broom on the ground. Hermione's smile faded.
"Oh." She said quietly.
"I'm going to bed." Ron announced, still sounding gloomy.
"Are you sure, mate?" Harry asked, standing up with him.
Ron nodded and headed toward the boys dormitories. After shutting the door, Seamus spoke up, "Does he realize he forgot his broom?"
"I'll give it to him." Harry said, picking it up.
Ron slammed the door shut and fell face down on his bed. 'I hate Malfoy! HATE him! He always ruins everything! With that stupid smirking face and ugly scowl....it's no wonder no one can stand him. Besides his Slytherin buddies, of course.' Ron thought angrily.
After a few moments of sitting face down, Ron stood up and looked out the window, where he got a good view of the Quidditch pitch. It was deserted.
'Ha!' Ron thought. 'You didn't even get to use it that long!'
He opened the window to get a better look. Just as he opened it, he yelped and jumped back, tripping over his trunk and falling to the ground.
A scary looking bird and flew inside his dormitory. It was black and had reddish eyes.
"Er....looking for Harry?" Ron asked weakly. His parents or brothers normally owled him, but they always used the family owl. He had never seen this one before.
The owl flew down next to him and stuck out his leg impatiently. Getting the hint, Ron took the piece of parchment. The owl flew away. Shutting the window, Ron slowly sat in his bed, looking at the piece of parchment carefully.
There was no harm in opening it, right?
Rolling it open, he squinted at the letters. They were written in blood red ink. Ron, being the hard headed one, read the letter out loud.
"Look in the mirror and look at it well, for who knows the next time you will. The moment you wake up you will feel so swell, so dwell on the one who you despise most." Ron read.
Thinking it was a joke, Ron snorted.
"Person I despise most, huh?" Ron said to no one in particular. "That's no contest. Draco Malfoy."
Suddenly, the piece of parchment began to turn whiteâ€..a blinding white light filled the room. Yelling out, Ron covered his eyes. He felt weird....like he was floating.....was this a dream?
Next thing he saw was a head full of black hair and green eyes hidden behind glasses staring at him in horror.
"RON!"
'Harry.....?' Ron thought vaguely. He tried to yell out, to shout for Harry to help him. But then next thing he saw was black.
Far away, in a cold, rotted building in the under ground, stood a tall, thing figure, who's skin was whiter than a skull.
"My lord," a man in black robes bowed. "It has been complete. The Weasley boy has gotten the letter."
Lord Voldemort laughed. "Excellent."
"Please, if you don't mind me asking, what was the point of this?" the man asked.
"Ah," Voldemort fingered his wand, "Harry Potter will meet his end sooner or later. I promised him I would find a way to do it, even if I have to use those he loves to get to him."
"Should we tell Lucious Malfoy?"
"No. He will not know any of this. I can't risk him spoiling the plan."
"Yes, master."
Voldemort stared out the window and gave a high pitch laugh. "Soon....Ronald Weasley.....you will be tested on your bravery. Soon....we will meet face to face."
A/N. How do you like the beginning? I spent awhile on this trying to make it perfect. Anyways, tons of humor and such coming up. PLEASE, please review. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Just leave a comment!
(1) Summer is my own character in my other story, 'Prove it to you.' I might use her for future chapters also.
Love always,
Amour-Lily