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Chapter Twelve: Day One: Shopping


Ron and Justin dropped their trunks in the room they were assigned to.

"Every room will belong to a pair, by this we mean mates," Dumbledore said to the listening Hufflepuffs, "those younger and not with their mates will board together by pairs as well."

Ron looked at the two beds. The room was quite nice, decorated plainly but not too plainly. This was Devingston after all, so the style to the room was almost toward Victorian style, and there was a balcony as well, showing a perfect view of the town. Justin looked up and saw the red light bulb on the wall in between the beds.

"There's a system we've put on each of your rooms," Sprout said importantly, "if you're still in your rooms this system will warn you if there's a Vendredean on Hogwarts grounds, if this system ever goes off, you must stay in your rooms at all costs. But if you're at Hogwarts when this goes off, I'm afraid that you have to protect yourselves and hope for the best, we'll be there to help as well."

The meeting in the common room had gone through instructions about the system, the rooming, the rules, all for their safety. But Ron didn't feel safe.

Now with the Vendredean problem gone he was left with his own. The other person inside him.

He hadn't thought much about it until now, and just the thought scared him. What if his other half were to show up and confuse Justin? If his other half was evil, what would he do? How would he know if he was in control?

With these thoughts in mind Ron grabbed Justin's hand, trying to stay calm and not let his messed up emotions take over like they infamously did nowadays.

Justin sensed this and smiled warmly at the nervous boy, "it'll be ok," he held him a little, making small soothing circles with his hand on Ron's back.

"Eight days," Ron murmured into the crook of Justin's neck, calming down because of the smooth motion on his back, "what if they get you before eight days? And my other half..." he gripped the other boys' shirt, fear sky-rocketing. God how much he hated being weak.

"Don't think about that, Kali said we have eight days, we'll be safe for now. As for your other half, we can ask her about that later," he answered calmly.

Ron sighed, calming down a little again. Justin smelled so nice, still a bit devious, but also calming, mysterious, maybe a type of rose? Black rose maybe...what did they smell like?

"Why is bonding so important? I still don't know."

Justin almost froze, the question surprised him, it was so unexpected. "It's important because while we have eternal life now, we can still be killed like any other human. When we bond, our powers grow, as well as our love, and we could resist most causes of death...but we could still get killed, if the impact is fatal enough."

"Oh," he melted into Justin's arms. So that was bonding? Odd, yet understandable...in a way. That's when it hit him, he froze, "oh my god we're gonna have sex in eight days."

-

Harry walked down the corridor to the designated empty classroom. He stepped in and spotted a young man with platinum blond hair sitting on one of the tables.

"Hey," he sneaked behind him and wrapped his arms around the blond, "to what do I owe in this meeting?" he lightly kissed his boyfriends neck.

Draco melted into the kisses, almost forgetting why he called Harry for. "I needed to talk to you," he answered, moaning lightly as the raven head sucked a little on his soft spot.

"About what?" he rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Ron."

He frowned. "What about him?" he walked around to face the blond, sitting down on a table as well.

"Something strange is going on with him," he started a bit nervously, hopefully Harry wouldn't get the wrong idea, "if he's supposed to hate us like he said in his journal entrees, then why isn't he acting that way too? It's been nearly a month and nothing's happened."

"He's probably waiting for the right time," he crossed his arms, frowning suspicion, "and anyway why do you care?"

"I'm just worried."

"But he insulted you the most, we tried to get back at him for it but you do nothing, is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, it's just," he rubbed his forehead, "you've been his friend longer than I have and you just leave him when you read something that he probably never even wrote. If he didn't write it then that explains why he's not insulting us now."

"If he hadn't written it then he would have said so, but he never said anything," his frown grew, "you never did anything, now you're telling me you're worried, are you..." he stopped and stared into Draco's eyes, "you've fallen in love with him."

"What? Of course not!" he said, looking shocked, "you know I love you, I've said it a thousand times and proved it to you."

"No, no that's it, if you're so worried about him then why don't you just go to him!" he stood up and made to leave the classroom.

"Harry please," Draco grabbed his arm, "that journal isn't normal, it turned you and the others-"

"Forget about it ok, just forget about the whole fucking thing," he yanked his arm back, "go on and kiss up to your new boyfriend."

"Harry!" Draco was right, so his suspicions were true, he quickly pulled out his wand, "Harry stop!" he ran to him.

"It's obvious you don't want me here so I'll just walk myself out," Harry scoffed, reaching the doorknob only to be pulled back by an arm snaking around his waist and throwing him down on the floor, Draco quickly sat on his stomach, holding him down, "what the fuck are you-"

"Retresa Vancuam Memor!" he shouted. The spell shot out of the tip of his wand, hitting Harry square in the eyes.

The raven head blinked. He felt lightheaded and empty, as if something very heavy and blinding was lifted off him. "Draco?" he said vaguely.

"Harry?" the blond leaned down, worry etched in his face, "how do you feel?"

"Miserable," he looked it too, "fucking Christ, what have I done?"

Knowing that he got him back; Draco lifted his upset boyfriend in a sitting position and embraced him, letting him sorrow for now while also planning on how to get back their wrecked friendship with Ron.

But first he had to free Hermione and Pansy, and possibly others who were infected with the contagious curse.

-

"Where do you wanna go first?" Justin said, blushing lightly at what Ron just said.

"What?" he looked at him.

"We're in Devingston now; we might as well walk around. You could also get to know the town."

"Oh, uh..." he looked down at his trunk, "shouldn't we unpack first?"

"The maids will take care of it," he smiled, laughing a bit at the redhead nervousness, "so, lets go."

"Maids?"

"We don't use house elves."

"Oh...alright lets-"

The door opened and Hannah walked in. "Hey all," she said lazily, flopping down on one of the beds.

"Hannah?" Ron blinked.

"That's my name, yes," she smiled cheekily, there was a pause in which both boys stared at her expectantly, "ok I was bored, my roommate is a total lazy butt and he fell asleep just now."

"Poor dear," Justin joked.

She stuck out her tongue at him, "mother hen," she shot back, "so anyway, do you guys plan on doing anything 'cause I could always go to Zachary and Susan...though I really don't want to, they're getting a little too intimate."

"What about John or Ernie?" Ron blurted out; he blushed brilliantly realizing that he sounded like he wanted to be alone with Justin.

"They're the same," Hannah sighed, "ever since Ernie came back John couldn't get his hands off him."

"But I thought Ernie was your mate," he blurted out again, he blushed harder, mentally smacking himself for his big mouth.

"No way, he's my cousin," she laughed lightly causing Ron to gape, "my mate's still at school, I'm not turning him until after school, he's too glued to school work."

"Who is he?" this time Justin spoke.

"Michael Corner," she answered bluntly, "so are we gonna do something today or what?"

"We were heading outside, Ron needs to know the town more, want to come?"

"Of course!" she jumped and grabbed Ron by the shoulders, "Ron, I know the best place!" she dragged him out of the room followed by a chuckling Justin, "you need a wardrobe change anyway."

"Wardrobe change?" Ron repeated weakly.

-

"Hannah is that you!?" a woman ran over to said girl and hugged her tightly, "I haven't seen you in ages!" she had a sort of New Zealand accent, Ron noticed.

"I know, it's just I've been so caught up in things lately," Hannah said in same hyper voice.

"I know, what with this war and all," the woman nodded, taking a step back from hugging Hannah.

Ron took a good look at her. She had a red tank top with red lips showing bloody vampire teeth on the chest, it was worn over an artfully ripped long sleeved black nylon shirt, a black jean mini skirt with random chains hanging from the belt straps (thingy's), red fishnet pantyhose and knee high black high heeled boots. Not to mention, the lip ring, nose ring, and two eyebrow rings on her left eyebrow, and there were red high lights on her short messy jet black hair.

"Justin! How are you!?" she hugged the unsuspecting boy tightly.

"Fine!" he choked out, patting the woman weakly on the back, "I can't...breathe!"

"Oh sorry!" she backed off laughing, "and who's this?" she faced Ron who took a step back, afraid he would be hugged.

"That's Ron Weasley, Justin's mate," Hannah answered.

"A Weasley!?" she jumped, "well FINALLY!"

"What?" Ron blinked; he was suddenly pulled into a hug as well.

"A Weasley I don't believe it!" she jumped a little, "you're family's famous!"

"How?" he choked out.

"Well for one thing," she let him go, not noticing that he was taking in big lungs of air, "it's how brave you all are, fighting for the light, the red hair," she ticked off her fingers as she named them, "all in Gryffindor-though you're not anymore, obviously. Very friendly and forgiving though some of you are a bit stubborn about it," she grinned cheekily as Ron blushed, "but no matter how friendly you all are, none of you have ever gotten to be the mate of one of our kind but now you suddenly come along!"

"What's so great about it?" he asked a little nervously.

"Every vampire wants to be the mate of someone famous, or someone who can help us, we're always shunned and stereotyped on because of our ancestors, your family's famous for being kind to everyone, but neither of us have gotten to be your mates except for Justin, you're lucky, you bastard," she teased Justin, "things like this always brings tears to my eyes," she said dramatically, wiping away a fake tear.

"Don't pay any attention to her, she always greets someone like this," Justin assured Ron.

"I heard that," she scolded playfully, "but I wasn't lying about your family being famous, their kindness brings us hope," she nodded to Ron, "I'm Sally by the way," she shook his hand, "Sally Valance."

"Nice to meet you..." the redhead said shakily.

"I know, always nice," she said in fake egotism before turning back to Hannah, "so what brings you here?"

"Ron needs a wardrobe change," she grinned evilly at the once again blushing boy.

"Oh," she turned to Ron again, "lets see," she circled him, finger tapping her lips as she studied him, "tall, not very muscular, but not scrawny either," Ron realized he hadn't played Quidditch in a while, that was probably why he was getting a bit out of shape, "the dark red hair really fits the pale moon skin, deep blue eyes, very emotional."

"Red, black and blue?" Hannah asked, then shook her head, "no, maybe not altogether."

"Maybe just black, it always fits with everything," Ron jumped when Sally pulled back his shirt so that his torso was hugged tightly by it, "oh look at that! He's got muscles after all...nice shape, perfect...hmm," she tapped her chin again, "come on, I think I've got the right clothes!" she grabbed his arm and ran in the store.

The store, Ron realized, was very...unique. Also very disguised too, while it looked plain with only the sign of the store outside, there was a lot of clothing and posters on the inside. A lot of styles everywhere in the store, there were posters of muggle, wizarding, and vampire music, shoe brands, and also some want ads.

The store was booming with music that Ron had never heard before but liked it anyway. 'Must be from the muggle world,' he thought, remembering sadly, to some of the music he had heard with Harry in summer vacation.

Remembering about Harry got Ron to think about the journal. He was still writing in it, but not with much enthusiasm as before. He still had the urge to write nearly every ten minutes but he couldn't bring himself to actually write them out. He felt guilty whenever he wrote in his journal, Justin had told him to stop writing in it but he didn't listen.

'Justin,' he looked at the boy sadly, he was talking to Sally right now, 'why didn't you say anything?' he thought back the visions that were sent to him. They were depressing and vague at the same time. It was must have taken a lot of emotional stress to get to where Justin was now. He seemed so strong too, as if he never even had that kind of past.

He looked at Hannah who was also talking to Sally. They never told anyone about the letter, so how would she react when she'd find out? How would everyone react? What if it was him that was targeted and not Justin? Then how would people react? How would Harry and the others react?

'They'll probably be glad,' he thought glumly, 'glad to be rid of a rotten person like me,' all of the sudden he didn't feel so good.

"Ron? Helloooo?" he jumped out of his thoughts and found himself facing Sally, "welcome back," she giggled, "here," she handed him a bunch of clothes that she had been holding, "these might fit you physically and...physically," she laughed at her mistake and pushed him to the fitting room, "don't take too long!"

"Ok..." he turned around and faced the mirror on the wall. He looked so out of place in the hand-me-down faded clothes. His reflection smirked.

"What are you staring at?" it asked. Ron thought it odd that it didn't have a wheezy voice like every other reflection but then again, this was the vampiric world so things like this must be different.

Sighing, he turned away from his reflection, not noticing that it was looking down at him, still smirking as if he were looking at his prey.

Ron looked at the clothes Sally picked for him. They were all black with a few traces of red hear and there. He put on the ripped fishnet shirt and then a thin black sleeveless shirt jacket with an X over a cross on the left side of the chest, after zipping it up he put on a pair of black jeans.

He looked in the mirror again and nearly jumped. "Holy shit..." he murmured.

"What? Let me see," Sally opened the door and took a peek before gasping and opening the door widely so the other two teens could see, "hold on a sec," she took off behind the counter and came back with a mini belt choker, "put this on," she said, putting it on around Ron's neck, "I am a GENIUS!" she squealed.

Ron blushed, trying not to look at Justin in the eyes, god this was embarrassing. "Wow," the boy commented, that only caused Ron to blush the color of his hair.

"Well don't keep us waiting!" giggled Sally, closing the door again, "change into the other one!"

"Very nice change," Ron's reflection said.

"Huh?" he looked at the mirror him, "didn't you have a clear voice the last time you talked?" he frowned a little. His reflection looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Us reflections never have clear voices...well...unless you're trapped in the mirror," he laughed, "but that's impossible."

"Right..." he turned away, trying to forget he even heard anything from the mirror. He took off his clothes and changed into the next choice Sally gave him.

Torn black long sleeved shirt that almost covered his hands and fit tightly, baggy black pants with chains dangling from the belt straps like on Sally's skirt, and another choker except this one had a bit of chains on it.

He stepped out again, embarrassment fading away a little now. Justin's jaw dropped, he could have sworn he left a large puddle of drool on the floor. What Ron was wearing, got him to get hard. Hannah and Sally were speechless too.

Thanks to the shirt, it showed how well toned Ron was, as well as show a bit of it in the rips on the shirt.

Hannah closed Justin's mouth as well as give him a tissue to wipe himself. Blushing brilliantly, he quickly wiped his chin.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Sally breathed, "imagine him on the next pair of clothes that I gave him!"

Getting embarrassed again, Ron stepped back in the fitting room and changed into the last pair of clothes.

Another long sleeved shirt that was so thin it was practically see through, it hung loosely around him making him feel like he wasn't even wearing it. Black jeans that were also baggy but not as baggy as the pants from before, there was a red streak on the left side of the jeans, a sentence written in black saying, 'Spill Thy Blood'

Stepping out again he pretty much got the whole stores attention. Justin blushed as the erection he was forcing away came back again. "Uh, excuse me!" and he took off to the bathroom.

"Poor boy," Hannah giggled.

"You need a collar or something for this look," Sally said, circling Ron again, "and a piercing too," she lifted a finger and a silver metal jewel appeared.

"Oh, no my parents wouldn't want it," he said shaking his head and taking a few steps back, half wondering how she did that little trick.

"Doesn't one of your older brothers have a piercing?" she asked, still holding up the piece of metal.

"Yeah, but he pretty much does things my mum doesn't want him to do."

"Oh don't worry, it's just a piercing," she frowned a little then looked cheerful again as she flicked her finger to his eyebrow. The metal piercing flew over and fastened itself un-painfully on Ron's eyebrow. He blinked and looked in the mirror, he looked so different by that one change, wild almost, "the lip too-"

"No that's ok! One's enough," he said nervously.

-

That night Ron and Justin's closet was filled with new clothes from Sally's Store, including new shoes, boots, and sneakers.

"Are there any other stores like Sally's?" Ron asked when Justin emerged from the bathroom.

"Yeah," he lay down on his bed, "but not as mixed though, most stores just stick to dark styles."

"Oh," his thoughts wondered off again. Through the whole day, or night since the sun never shined in Devingston, the three stayed buying practically the whole store. The more that he thought about it, the more Ron realized that he was changing, he didn't know if it was good or bad, just that it was happening. His opinions were changing, his style was changing, and his feelings were growing.

He glanced over at Justin who was starting up his potions essay. A few strands of hair fell over his eyes as he leaned down a little to write.

'He's been waiting so long,' he thought, looking away, 'he's been ready to bond, but he didn't push me and he still isn't even though we've got eight days.'

The urge to write struck through him but he knew he couldn't because then Justin would know he didn't listen to him. He didn't want that, not now that they've gotten so far in this strange relationship.

But even if he did write he wouldn't have put in everything he wanted to say. Probably because he was afraid of writing with anger again.

'What should I do!? Write a story!?' he stared at the ceiling, his mind started reeling. Writing a story didn't seem like a bad idea right now.

-

(blink) Wha's dis!? Ron, a story writer!? Review please (big smile)

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