Needing answers
Spring had come to Hogwarts, the flowers were blooming and nearly of the students spare time was spent on the grounds. Whether it was to do work or simply chat and play wizarding snap, it was a crime to be in on this lovely day.
Ron Weasley was just finishing his breakfast, as usual on a Saturday morning he had slept in a tad and thus been late. As he finished his final piece of toast he got up and took his book bag as he left the great hall and headed for the great entrance. He stopped at the doors and scanned the grounds.
It was a beautiful day, the entire grounds had sprung to life as the cold grip of winter had left, Ron was thankful that he no longer had to wear his Weasley Jumper, the present he got every year whether it was wanted or not. As he scanned the grounds his eyes finally fell on Harry and Hermione, who were sitting by the lakes edge.
As he made his way over to his companions he heard a familiar, but not too friendly, voice, he looked around but could not find it's owner, thinking nothing of it he reached the spot near the lake. 'Wotcha guys' he said as he placed his bag next to Harry and sat down to make a triangle.
Ron took out his unfinished essay on Hinkypucs and began to confuse himself as he had no idea what he was meant to write. Ron was not the smartest student in Hogwarts, that position was taken by Hermione, he found essays impossible to write and normally depended on the cleverest student to help him 'err… Hermione?'
Hermione didn't even look up as she took Ron's poor excuse for an essay and began her usual editing and adding to Ron's work. As Ron had no problems with Hermione doing most of his work for him, he simply laid back and looked to the havens. It was a pleasant change to the sky of winter, just a few wispy clouds floated by. As he closed his eyes and became comfortable he noticed again the familiar voice.
'Well, well if it isn't the goody squad of blood traitors and mud bloods' Ron sat up and looked up at the tall, slim figure of Draco Malfoy and his two bulky, dim-witted guards Crabbe and Goyle.
'Shove off Malfoy' snapped Harry as he stood up to start the usual fight with Malfoy. The almost rehearsed bickering continued between the two, Ron thought they were going to start hexing each other; they probably would have if Draco had not gotten bored and wondered off laughing with Crabbe and Goyle.
Ron watched Malfoy leave, his hair glowing in the sun as he almost glided through the great entrance and then disappeared from sight. Ron sat half listening to Harry now ranting about how Malfoy would get his comeuppance. Why had Draco Malfoy treated Ron with distaste even before they had spoken? Why did Draco come up to the group if he couldn't stand them?
But the most important question on Ron's mind was why did he always seem to loose his voice when Draco Malfoy came near? Was it fear? Or distaste? Or something else that Ron may have to admit to himself?