Chapter 7

Ron's POV

My memory wasn't all that interesting. It wasn't very long either. It was back when I was mad at Harry right before the first task. Me and Draco (when did I started thinking of him as Draco?) went into my head and followed memory me to the library. Hermione was in there and once again she tried to convince me that I couldn't just abandon Harry like this.

"Ron. He's your best mate."

"Not any more." I replied.

"Ron, this is silly. Harry is going to have to face some pretty dangerous things and he needs us to support him." I heard Draco snort and mutter something like 'Yeah, right.'

"He might need your support, but not mine."

"Well, at least tell me you'll watch."

"I will not."

"Please Ron?"

"Give me one good reason."

"Please do it for me." Draco faked a long bored yawn.

"Oh, all right."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you. You're the best." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Damn, I forgot about that. Draco made a disgusted sound. We watched as the librarian came up to me and Hermione.

"That is quite enough of that. I will ask you to leave now and go find a more suitable place to snog." Me and Hermione exited, she started to giggle as the memory faded.

"Time's up." Snape snapped and the students turned to face the front. "I want a full report on the memory you witnessed complete with your name and the name of your partner printed neatly in the top corner. This will be due on my desk first thing next class."

The bell rang signalling the end of lessons and Draco and I were escorted back to the hut.

Draco beat me to the hut and when I got there he was already laying on the bed.

"You can't have the bed, Malfoy." I told him.

"Well it appears that I do." Was his reply.

"Get off now! It's not yours, your name isn't on it!" I said. Draco pointed to the bed post. His name was printed there in thick silver letters.

"Well you still can't have it all to your self. We're going to have to share…"

"With you? I don't think so." He said.

"Look Malfoy, I'm not too keen on sharing a bed with you either. But if we don't then I won't have anywhere to sleep." I was trying to keep my voice calm but it wasn't working.

"And that's a problem why?" With that Draco took out his homework and wouldn't say another word to me about it.

I grumbled a bit and sat down at the table to do my own work. I knew it was pointless trying to force Draco to move, plus I decided that it wasn't worth my effort. At about 9:30 I looked over to the bed. Draco appeared to have fallen asleep. I moved the two big chairs so they were facing each other and clambered into then. I rolled over and shut my eyes therefore not seeing the eye that was watching me from the bed shut.

The next morning I woke up with stiff limbs and neck. The chairs weren't as bad as the floor would be, but not by much. The chairs kept sliding apart in the night and I had to get up several times to push them back together. When they were together they weren't long enough for my body so I had to scrunch up in a ball to lie comfortably. When I finally got up I noticed that Draco was already up and had the box of cereal (corn flakes this time) out on the table. He was smirking at me from his seat at the table. He had taken one of the chairs from me when I was still sleeping. That's what woke me. I went over to the cupboards and go a bowl. I brought it to the table and sat down. I took the box of corn flakes and poured some into my bowl. I went over to the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk; it was noticeably light. I turned the whole carton upside down right there on the spot, and not a drop came out.

'That bastard drank all the milk…. I'll get him for this.' I thought to myself.

I didn't get him for it, however. The next week went pretty much like it had the first day. Each night Draco would beat me to the bed and each morning he would beat me to whatever my first choice for breakfast was going to be. (I'm not sure how he did that). Because of the lack of sleep I never had the energy to complain or argue about it. Also because of the lack of sleep I was having a hard time paying attention in class, but that was ok considering nothing important was going on in class anyway. One thing that cheered me up was that tomorrow me and Draco would be allowed out of the hut onto the grounds for the afternoon. I still wasn't allowed to see Harry or Hermione though. Now that I think of it this was probably to have time to practice large scale freezing charms. I wasn't about to waste my time on that, I was well prepared for the test. Yes, we were going to have a test on freezing charms in two days. 'Joy… God, I hate tests.'

Draco's POV

"You can't have the bed, Malfoy." Ron finally got back to the hut and was complaining about something or other.

"Well, it appears that I do." I said, smirking.

"Get off now! It's not yours, your name isn't on it!" He said. I pointed to the bed post. My name was printed there in thick silver letters. I wrote it there myself as soon as I got back.

"Well, you still can't have it all to yourself. We're going to have to share…" He told me sounding unhappy.

"With you? I don't think so." I spat back at him.

"Look Malfoy, I'm not too keen on sharing a bed with you either. But if we don't then I won't have anywhere to sleep." He sounded like he was panicking. He probably thought since his family couldn't afford a bed at home that he could have this one.

"And that's a problem why?" I told him. After that I took out my homework and refused to talk to him any longer.

At about 9:30 I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep. I heard Ron put his book away and push the chairs together. I opened one eye and looked over at him. I saw him climb into the chairs and turn over. He never saw that I was watching him. I almost felt sorry for him… What am I saying? No I didn't…

The next morning I got up first after a wonderful sleep and got out a bowl and a box of cornflakes. I poured them into my bowl and then got out the milk. I poured enough in my bowl for my cereal, then drank the rest. I put the empty carton back in the fridge, grabbed myself a spoon and pulled the chair out from under Ron. I sat down and a moment later he got up to see what happened to his "bed" I smirked at him and he went to get a bowl and spoon. He poured the rest of the cornflakes into his bowl (what a pig). He went to the fridge for the milk. 'This should be good.' He took the carton out of the fridge and turned the whole thing upside down. I stifled a snigger. He scowled at me and started looking through the cupboards to find something to eat.

The next couple of days went mostly the same. I would steal the bed and eat his breakfast. He would never argue or complain. He better not, either, seeing as it was his fault I was stuck here in the first place, and therefore deserved the bed and good food. We have a test on freezing charms in about two days. I haven't quite gotten mine down. I can freeze the glass now but when I tried to freeze the water in the dish sink only a hard layer of ice formed over the top. It was about an inch thick, but the bigger the area the thinner the layer is. For the test we are supposed to freeze the lake then walk across. I'm glad me and Ron get this Sunday off to go outside, I'll have to go over to the lake and practise. I can't believe I'm doing so poorly; even Ron's got it down better than I do.

On Sunday afternoon Ron and I went outside, he went off towards the owlery and I headed to the lake. When I got there I warmed up, pointed my wand at the lake and said the charm. The lake froze, and it seemed solid enough; I was surprised that I managed to freeze the whole thing. I slid my foot out and then applied my weight… It held me. I started out towards the other side. The ice was fine, it wasn't cracking or anything. 'I did it.' I thought to myself, proud of my accomplishment. I was about halfway when I heard the most sickeningly dreadful noise in my life. It was the sound of a large chunk of ice splitting in two. The ice cracked under my feet and sent a bunch of tiny cracks spreading out to the edges like a spider web. One wrong move, the ice gave way and I was plunged into the ice cold depths.

A N/ Sorry about the bit of a cliff hanger, but I couldn't help my self. I know this chapter took a long time so I made sure you got chapter 8 right after it. Hope you're not too mad, and I'll update for chapter 9 as soon as I can.

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.