Chapter Four; Ron's Rumor…
This chapter is dedicated to m-lightkiss for truly inspiring me to write this chapter!!
Now, on with the fan fiction!
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Potter leaned over the side of the bed, hovering above the blonde boy. He seemed perfectly all right until you looked at his neck. It was a miracle that somebody had come along the night before and taken him to the infirmary. If not…
He sighed at the cuts drawn across Malfoy's neck. He hated himself for it.
"Potter, it's about time for your next class. Better get along, now," Madam Pomfrey said to Harry, gently setting her hand on his shoulder. "Hurry off, now!" She shooed.
Harry nodded. "Uhm… send me a notice if he wakes up soon, okay?" Malfoy had passed out from loss of blood since last night and hadn't waken since. This bothered Harry deeply.
"Okay. Now, go, deary…"
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"What do you mean?! He wouldn't!" Ginny whispered loudly, hiding behind a row of book in the library.
The Ravenclaw girl she was with leaned over and whispered back, "Yes! My older cousin, Zachariah, said he saw Ron do it! Right on the lips!"
"Ew, they snogged!" Ginny squealed, making a face. "Ron never said anything about this at home!!"
An older Gyffindor passed by, overhearing the conversation. He and his buddies joked about Weasly all day.
By lunch that day, most of all Hogwarts knew of Ron's secret. The story spread like wild fire.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled, storming into the men's dormitory, his face red and furious. "I. Just. Heard. You did what?! Tell me!" She yelled.
Ronald looked up from a magazine he was reading on his bed. Neville and Harry, the other boys in the room, slowly walked away. The rage of a woman was not uncommon but was neither welcomed in their room. But Ron wasn't stupid; he's also heard the rumor. All. Morning. Long…
"Look," The red haired boy explained, "It was to help him get back at… well, he was cheating… and… oh, this isn't coming out right…." He sighed, seeing Hermione's wide-eyed expression of confusion and unwanted understanding.
"Cheating?! With you!?" She yelled, her long brunette hair waving around her head.
Ron laughed. "No, it was Malfoy who was ch-- I mean… Uhm…--"
"Malfoy?!" The girl sounded like she'd have the head minister up any time, she was so loud. He was sure people on the other side of the world would waken. "Draco Malfoy!? Oh, you two faggots have hit at new low! How could you?!" He swung her hand down at Ron, slapping him across the face
A few owls perked at the noise, flying away or ruffling their feathers.
"Ron!" Harry yelled, rushing back into the room, pushing past Neville. He knelt down by Ron's bedside. "Are you okay…?" He asked, gingerly placing his palm on Ron's unharmed cheek to examine the red hand print now in the boy's cheek.
Ron flushed red.
Hermione let a yell go up her throat, then she roared in anger. "You two are sick!" She shouted, stomping out of the room.
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"Harry, you didn't have to do that for me…" Ron whispered.
Neville, along with other boys, hid in a separate tower, peeing through the window to spy on Ronald and Harry.
"No, no…" Harry muttered, spreading cream over Ron's cheek, "Now hold still…" He instructed, rubbing in the cream so it didn't leave a mark. "Why would she hit you, though…? I thought she and Luna were like… a 'thing', right?" He joked, smiling.
Laughing, Ron nodded. "Oh, at least she'd into her own age, now!" He joked back, winking.
Harry smiled, cocking his head to the side. "Really, me and Draco never had a talk like this before…" He admitted. But it only stung more. He missed Draco so much… he though, perhaps, it might be puppy love. But he didn't want to think that way. So he pushed the thoughts aside.
"Oh, did he do this…?" Ron asked, leaning forward, both hands on Harry's shoulders and pushing the boy against the bedpost. He leaned closer, their faces centimeters apart. He slowly parted his lips, letting his eyes droop slightly. And right as he was just close enough to…
Harry slapped his hand over Ron's mouth, pushing back. "Hey. I don't want to cheat. I really do love Malfoy, no matter what…." He said. But his eyes were now filled with regret and lust. Ron knew it must pain his friend so to deny his obvious loss of feelings.
Ron then sighed, bowing his head in defeat. "Fine… but watch your back tonight, Potter…." He warned, winked, then began to pick up the mess on the floor, readying the room for future use.
That was when Hedwig arrived on the windowsill…
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'Dear Harry Potter,
Your friend, Malfoy, is now awake.
He says he wishes not to see you.
I'm very sorry.
Good luck,
Madam Pomfrey'
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A/N: Should Ron move further with Harry?
Should Harry kiss Ron back or stay loyal?
Should Harry visit Draco, despite everything?
…Should we stand united in the gay parade?
Tune in a few days for the next chapter!
PS; Do /you/ want to know what's hidden in Ron's chest at the end of his bed…?? -wink-
