Chapter 8

Ron's POV

I went up to the owlery to send a letter to Harry and Hermione, 'It really bites not being able to talk to them face to face.' I dodge the droppings and coax Pig down from his perch. After the stupid twit stops fluttering around I attach the letter. On my way back I glance out one of the windows. I spot the lake, I can see Draco practically skating across. 'Well, it looks like he got it finally.' I start heading down the tower, about half way down I hear the most horrible sound that could be heard on a day like this. There is a window nearby but I can tell without looking that it was the sound of cracking ice.

I rush down the rest of the stairs and out across the field. I get to the edge of the lake just as Draco falls through. 'ok, Ron think…' I know, the ice won't hold me if it broke when Draco went on it, I'm at least two times his weight. I see Draco's head pop up and he starts flailing his arms. "Hold on Malfoy." I shout as I pull out my wand. I refreeze the lake, all but the hole around Draco. That should hold me now. I rush out onto the ice and slide to the hole. Draco is no longer above the surface. 'Grindylows must have pulled him under!' I start searching frantically for a sign of him. I spot him about two feet away banging on the ice from underneath. I run to the spot and point my wand at the place. As I do I see Draco pass out from lack of breath and start to sink. "Bonbarda!" I scream. The ice smashes and I plunge my arm into the icy water. I manage to grab hold of Draco's shirt collar and with all my strength I haul him up. I drag him away from the hole and then I notice he's not breathing. I search for my wand and notice I must have dropped it when I pulled him up. Looks like I have to do CPR the muggle way. I place my lips on his and blow air into his lungs. Almost immediately he starts to breath again. I back off to let him get some air. He splutters and chokes up some water; he is panting hard then he passes out. At this point I notice that I'm breathing heavily myself. Out of the corner of my eye I see a figure running towards us - I promptly faint. The last thing I remember is the sound of Professor McGonagall's voice.

When I wake up I realize I'm in the hospital wing. I look around me but I don't see Draco anywhere. A door opens and Madam Pomfrey steps in.

"Oh, good, you're awake. There's some sweets on that table from your friends, if you like you may go now." I get up and start to head out.

"Uuuh, where's Draco? Is he…?"

"He's fine. He went back to the hut not a minute ago."

"Oh. Ok. Not that I care. You know, just curious."

"Oh, of course not. Well, you have a good night and stay dry from now on."

"Ok, thanks…wait…night?"

"Oh yes, you were asleep for quite a bit."

"Oh. Ok then. Night." I left and headed back downstairs. I didn't even bother getting the sweets off the table. I didn't feel much like eating. I felt funny. 'I just saved Draco's life…'

I got back to the hut and checked my watch. 9: 45. It was late and I wasn't looking forward to sleeping on the chairs. I went inside and saw that the bed was empty. I looked around for Draco and saw that he was curled up in the chairs asleep. There was a note beside him on the table. I picked it up. It read:

Ron. As much as I hate to admit it, you saved my life today and I think that maybe you deserve to have the bed tonight. Don't expect me to be so generous next time. Draco T Malfoy.

I looked down at the sleeping boy in the chairs and smiled. 'He almost looks like a nice guy when he's asleep.' I went over to the bed and climbed in. I shut my eyes. This was probably going to be the only chance I would have to get a good night's sleep.

A N/ Sorry this chapter was so short, there will be another one up soon.