Note: Some corrections have been made. Chapter 3 is coming soon! Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling owns him and everything in his world. :D
Summary: "You're afraid, because every night you start thinking about it, about us. You're afraid because you're falling in love and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't help what's happening to you, I know, but it's okay. Neither can I." Ron/Draco. Ron's falling for Draco and there's nothing he can do about it. ::sticks out tongue at Ron::
CH. 2 A Startling Revelation
What I saw was to say the least unexpected. Standing not too far from the other side of the corner was Draco Malfoy and standing in front of him, back turned to me, was unmistakably Professor Snape. I had no idea what they were talking about, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to find out.
I knew this wasn't the kind of situation I wanted to be around. So I quickly, but quietly backed away, until something sharp hit my back. I froze, had I been caught? Was I going to be punished? But then I remembered the invisibility cloak, no one could see me under it. Then there was also the fact that there was no voice giving me detention or asking what I was doing. So, I had to be safe. Then, what was the thing on my back? I slowly turned around, so to not make any noise. It was a statue. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I remembered Malfoy and Snape were still back there. I turned to go before I got caught, but something stopped me. I had accidentally caught a few words from there conversation.
"Can't keep ... rendezvous ... trouble," it was the deep voice of Professor Snape. What was he talking about? I had to find out. Quickly, I turned back for the corner. I was so wrapped up in trying to hear what was being said that I didn't notice the invisibility cloak slipping over my head.
"But Professor," I heard Malfoy say pleadingly. Oh, was Malfoy getting in trouble?
"Draco, as a teacher I am under strict guidelines to punish anyone I find out of bed at night. I have found you three times, not counting tonight, in the past week. I have let it slide with a warning those times, but I must impress upon you how serious this is. We don't have rules because we want to, we have them for the safety of everyone." I almost growled, Malfoy not getting punished. That sounded just like Snape to let Malfoy's crimes slide when others would get a detention. I snapped back to the situation at hand when Snape started talking again. "Now, no buts, Draco. If I find you out at night without permission, I'll have to do something about it." He sighed. "I know you can't meet with lovers outside your house without breaking some rules, but try not to. For your sake. Now, get to bed before McGonagall shows up, and I'm forced to give you detention."
Snape swept off in the direction opposite of me, much to my relief. I then peeked around the corner. Malfoy was standing there, with a look of disbelief and annoyance on his face. 'Serves the git right,' I thought smirking. Then I remembered something Snape had said, "I know you can't meet with lovers outside your house without breaking some rules."
I gaped, Malfoy had been meeting a lover? Did that mean? Was that boy from Ravenclaw his ... his lover? But that would mean that Malfoy was ... that he liked guys. I didn't know what to think or do. This was the weirdest moment of my life, well maybe not the weirdest. The moment was a turning point in my life though.
Then a loud voice came out of no where, the voice belonged to Peeves. "Peeping Tom! Peeping Tom!" He cried out.
"Shh, quiet Peeves," I hissed. But I knew it was too late, Malfoy would have already heard. And sure enough, a second later Malfoy came around the corner, a wild look on his face. Peeves smirked and zoomed away.
Malfoy stared right at me for a few seconds. Then he said quietly in disbelief, "You," then in a louder and angry tone, "you! What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I quickly lied. But he knew that wasn't true. I could tell, he knew I had been listening, not to mention what Peeves had called out.
"What did you hear?" He asked warily. Then my guess at Malfoy's sexuality had to be true, and he was afraid that I knew. I did know.
"Enough to guess what was going on," I said. I don't know why I didn't lie, why I didn't even try to, but I didn't. I told him that I knew his secret. I guess I never would have known that me knowing his secret would work to his benefit rather than mine, until it did.
Malfoy cursed. His eyes glinted angrily. He came forward and grabbed my shirt collar in his fists. "You aren't going to tell anyone what you heard tonight. Anyone, not even Potter or Granger. Got it?" I nodded dumbly, a bit shocked. "Good," he said firmly, but he looked immensely relieved.
What followed was a very awkward silence, during which I got my wits together and fully realized the situation. I had been agreeing to everything the blonde Slytherin was saying. This really upset my pride, and my anger bubbled. The shock I'd had earlier was completely gone, replaced with embarrassment and anger, not a good combination. 'I' grabbed Malfoy by the collar of 'his' shirt this time. I pulled him close so I could beat his face in, but my intentions didn't get very far. I had pulled a little too hard and he came forward at a surprising speed, both of our eyes went wide, and his body came into contact with mine. Our faces touched, lips coming a little too close to hitting one another. I jumped back as if burned.
Malfoy eyes were still wide, he just stared at me. I stared back, and watched once again in shock, as Malfoy's features turned from surprise all over to eyes narrowing slightly, and a smirk replace the slightly parted lips. He began to slowly walk towards me, his grey eyes glittering flirtatiously. I took a few steps back, only to be hit once again in the back by the statue. I was practically cornered as I pushed myself as close to the statue as possible.
"What's the matter Weasley?" He whispered when our bodies were only inches apart. "What are you so afraid of? Me?"
In my mind I was panicking, this was so not a good situation to be in. And, Malfoy was advancing on 'Me'? I couldn't help but jump when he laid his hand firmly on my chest.
Our faces were now so close, I could feel his warm breath tickling my lips. I hate to say it but I liked the feeling this gave me, and so did my body. His actions sent warm feeling straight to my lower region.
"Well Weasley, are you scared?" I started to tremble, blood rushing into my face. I knew my face had to be as red, if not redder, than my hair. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I just wanted him to kiss me, but leave it to Malfoy to do the opposite of your wishes. He laughed and backed away. Had I spoken my wishes out loud? If I had, was he laughing at them? I didn't know, everything had been happening too fast.
"I'll see you later," he said turning to go. He waved at me and walked away, leaving me speechless. What had just happened?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling owns him and everything in his world. :D
Summary: "You're afraid, because every night you start thinking about it, about us. You're afraid because you're falling in love and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't help what's happening to you, I know, but it's okay. Neither can I." Ron/Draco. Ron's falling for Draco and there's nothing he can do about it. ::sticks out tongue at Ron::
CH. 2 A Startling Revelation
What I saw was to say the least unexpected. Standing not too far from the other side of the corner was Draco Malfoy and standing in front of him, back turned to me, was unmistakably Professor Snape. I had no idea what they were talking about, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to find out.
I knew this wasn't the kind of situation I wanted to be around. So I quickly, but quietly backed away, until something sharp hit my back. I froze, had I been caught? Was I going to be punished? But then I remembered the invisibility cloak, no one could see me under it. Then there was also the fact that there was no voice giving me detention or asking what I was doing. So, I had to be safe. Then, what was the thing on my back? I slowly turned around, so to not make any noise. It was a statue. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I remembered Malfoy and Snape were still back there. I turned to go before I got caught, but something stopped me. I had accidentally caught a few words from there conversation.
"Can't keep ... rendezvous ... trouble," it was the deep voice of Professor Snape. What was he talking about? I had to find out. Quickly, I turned back for the corner. I was so wrapped up in trying to hear what was being said that I didn't notice the invisibility cloak slipping over my head.
"But Professor," I heard Malfoy say pleadingly. Oh, was Malfoy getting in trouble?
"Draco, as a teacher I am under strict guidelines to punish anyone I find out of bed at night. I have found you three times, not counting tonight, in the past week. I have let it slide with a warning those times, but I must impress upon you how serious this is. We don't have rules because we want to, we have them for the safety of everyone." I almost growled, Malfoy not getting punished. That sounded just like Snape to let Malfoy's crimes slide when others would get a detention. I snapped back to the situation at hand when Snape started talking again. "Now, no buts, Draco. If I find you out at night without permission, I'll have to do something about it." He sighed. "I know you can't meet with lovers outside your house without breaking some rules, but try not to. For your sake. Now, get to bed before McGonagall shows up, and I'm forced to give you detention."
Snape swept off in the direction opposite of me, much to my relief. I then peeked around the corner. Malfoy was standing there, with a look of disbelief and annoyance on his face. 'Serves the git right,' I thought smirking. Then I remembered something Snape had said, "I know you can't meet with lovers outside your house without breaking some rules."
I gaped, Malfoy had been meeting a lover? Did that mean? Was that boy from Ravenclaw his ... his lover? But that would mean that Malfoy was ... that he liked guys. I didn't know what to think or do. This was the weirdest moment of my life, well maybe not the weirdest. The moment was a turning point in my life though.
Then a loud voice came out of no where, the voice belonged to Peeves. "Peeping Tom! Peeping Tom!" He cried out.
"Shh, quiet Peeves," I hissed. But I knew it was too late, Malfoy would have already heard. And sure enough, a second later Malfoy came around the corner, a wild look on his face. Peeves smirked and zoomed away.
Malfoy stared right at me for a few seconds. Then he said quietly in disbelief, "You," then in a louder and angry tone, "you! What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I quickly lied. But he knew that wasn't true. I could tell, he knew I had been listening, not to mention what Peeves had called out.
"What did you hear?" He asked warily. Then my guess at Malfoy's sexuality had to be true, and he was afraid that I knew. I did know.
"Enough to guess what was going on," I said. I don't know why I didn't lie, why I didn't even try to, but I didn't. I told him that I knew his secret. I guess I never would have known that me knowing his secret would work to his benefit rather than mine, until it did.
Malfoy cursed. His eyes glinted angrily. He came forward and grabbed my shirt collar in his fists. "You aren't going to tell anyone what you heard tonight. Anyone, not even Potter or Granger. Got it?" I nodded dumbly, a bit shocked. "Good," he said firmly, but he looked immensely relieved.
What followed was a very awkward silence, during which I got my wits together and fully realized the situation. I had been agreeing to everything the blonde Slytherin was saying. This really upset my pride, and my anger bubbled. The shock I'd had earlier was completely gone, replaced with embarrassment and anger, not a good combination. 'I' grabbed Malfoy by the collar of 'his' shirt this time. I pulled him close so I could beat his face in, but my intentions didn't get very far. I had pulled a little too hard and he came forward at a surprising speed, both of our eyes went wide, and his body came into contact with mine. Our faces touched, lips coming a little too close to hitting one another. I jumped back as if burned.
Malfoy eyes were still wide, he just stared at me. I stared back, and watched once again in shock, as Malfoy's features turned from surprise all over to eyes narrowing slightly, and a smirk replace the slightly parted lips. He began to slowly walk towards me, his grey eyes glittering flirtatiously. I took a few steps back, only to be hit once again in the back by the statue. I was practically cornered as I pushed myself as close to the statue as possible.
"What's the matter Weasley?" He whispered when our bodies were only inches apart. "What are you so afraid of? Me?"
In my mind I was panicking, this was so not a good situation to be in. And, Malfoy was advancing on 'Me'? I couldn't help but jump when he laid his hand firmly on my chest.
Our faces were now so close, I could feel his warm breath tickling my lips. I hate to say it but I liked the feeling this gave me, and so did my body. His actions sent warm feeling straight to my lower region.
"Well Weasley, are you scared?" I started to tremble, blood rushing into my face. I knew my face had to be as red, if not redder, than my hair. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I just wanted him to kiss me, but leave it to Malfoy to do the opposite of your wishes. He laughed and backed away. Had I spoken my wishes out loud? If I had, was he laughing at them? I didn't know, everything had been happening too fast.
"I'll see you later," he said turning to go. He waved at me and walked away, leaving me speechless. What had just happened?