In This Chapter- Lauren reports back, Draco finds out about his dreams, and Ron and Jessica get closer.
"Wow." Ron said as he watched Jessica. "Isn't she fantastic Harry?"
It was early December, yes, December, and Jessica was trying to teach Ron and Harry how to snowboard on the hill by their houses. It was a fairly secluded area, but perfect for sledding and boarding. Jared was with them, but he was fairly experienced, it was just the two wizard boys who had no idea what was going on.
Jessica, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She leaned and turned, sped up and slowed down like a pro. All Ron could do was grin with pride.
"Why didn't Hermione come?" Jared asked.
"Not sure really." Harry said. "She told me she had a headache, so I suppose she isn't feeling well. Cold weather doesn't agree with her."
"Isn't she great?"
Jared and Harry turned to their red headed friend. Harry thumped him over the head and said,
"If you're so crazy about her, make sure you get the privet lessons package." He winked.
Ron looked confused as Jared and Harry both cracked up. Then he got it.
"Hehe." Ron said. "I might just do that."
Ron left them standing there and Harry and Jared shook their heads.
"I don't think we're welcome anymore, mate." Jared said.
"Yeah, it appears so." Harry replied. "Let's go back to the house and see what Hermione's up to."
"Sounds good." Jared said, and they carried their boards, and Ron's, back to the Potter/Weasley/Prewit house.
~
Meanwhile, Ron trekked over to where Jessica had just come to a stop, her cheeks flushed and she was smiling like crazy.
"Hey you." She said. "What do you think?'
"I think that I'll stick to quiddich." Ron said with a laugh. "I really don't think I could balance right on this."
"Here," Jessica got off her own board and took Ron's' hand. "One of the most important things about snowboarding is that you have to remember to bend your knees. That's where all the balance comes from, and your steering ability as well."
Ron sucked in a breath as Jessica pressed against him and showed him exactly where to bend. He was a teenage boy after all.
"I'll be an expert in no time." Ron said in a slightly forced tone, the way Jessica felt against him was seriously turning him on.
"Of course you will." Jessica said with a grin. "You're a natural." She gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, which was pink from the cold air.
Ron returned her smile and kissed her back, this time right on the lips, making her cheeks turn a deeper pink.
"You're wonderful." He said to her as he kissed her temple.
"I think you're just trying to get out of snowboarding lessons." She replied, responding to the kisses.
Ron kissed her lips again. "Is it working?"
Jessica sighed. "You bet its working."
Ron smiled and put his arms around her waist, while Jessica responded by standing up straighter and pressing into him, her arms snaking their way around his neck. Their think winter clothes separated them, but Ron could still feel her form through his clothes, and it was driving him crazy.
They were kissing again, hugging tight to one another in the cold December air. Neither of them had ever kissed like this before, and it was pure bliss. Their bodies were slowly grinding together, an untraceable rhythm of two people falling fast in love.
Of course, moments like this never last forever, and this case is no different. Out of breath and slightly dazed, Jessica tripped and fell onto the snowy ground, bringing Ron with her.
"Hello," Ron said from on top of her.
Jessica smiled weakly. "I'm so clumsy," She said.
"I think you're wonderful." Ron whispered and kissed her nose lightly.
They began to kiss again, ignoring the cold surrounding them, completely lost in a world where Ron wasn't in hiding with his best friends, where Jessica wasn't tormented because she was talented, lost in a world where there was just them, and that's all they needed.
~
"Ron and Jessica have been out a long time." Hermione commented to Harry and Jared.
They were sitting around the small kitchen island drinking Hermione's hot chocolate- made the muggle way.
"Yes, they have." Jared arched his eyebrows suggestively.
"Well, at least we know they aren't cold." Harry said with a snicker.
"You two." Hermione said shaking her head. She got up to refill her glass. Harry handed his to her, smiling.
"Would you like me to cook you a steak too, Mr. Potter sir?" Hermione teased as she took his cup.
"Hey if your offering." Harry said with a smile. "I like mine medium rare."
Hermione smacked him on the back of the head, and sent his glasses sailing through the air. Jared caught them in one quick motion.
"You wouldn't be a bad seeker." Harry commented as Jared handed them back to him.
"I don't know if muggles can fly brooms." Hermione said out loud. "I don't think it's ever been done. If you think about it, though, it's the broom that is magical, not the person on it. Harry, go get your broom, let's see if Jared can use it."
Harry didn't need to be told twice to bring out his beloved firebolt, the gift from his Godfather. The broom hadn't seen the light of day in months, and Harry wanted to fly like an itch that wouldn't go away.
"You won't be able to properly fly, of course." Hermione was telling Jared as Harry re-entered the kitchen. "I don't think the muggles around here would accept that, but you can hover a bit in the kitchen here, just to see if you can, ah Harry, want to show him what to do?"
Harry grinned and set the broom on the floor.
"Up!" He said, and instantly the smooth wooden handle collided with is slightly calloused hand.
"That doesn't look like any broom I have ever seen." Jared commented as Harry mounted.
"All you do is this," Harry said as he swung his leg over. "To hover a little, pull the handle up, not too much though, or you're going to go through the ceiling."
Harry demonstrated in the tiny kitchen, going about two feet in the air. He then steadied it and swung his leg over, sitting on the hovering broomstick.
"Wicked," Jared said excitedly.
Harry hopped down and took the broom in his hand and set it on the floor. "Just raise your hand over it and say 'up'," He instructed.
Jared looked at the broom, and Hermione and Harry followed his gaze. None of them knew what was going to happen.
Jared took a breath and raised his hand, "U-,"
"Hey guys!"
WHACK!
"Owwwwww,"
"It worked! Sort of." Harry was laughing as he said those words, and Hermione went over to Jared, who was now rubbing a very red spot in the middle of his forehead.
"Oh, bad luck mate, that happened to me in my first flying class," Ron turned around, and then whirled back to Jared.
"Flying?" His voiced raised a few octaves. "He got the broom up! Muggles can fly?" Obviously Ron didn't know either.
"Well, it worked." Harry said, still grinning like mad. "It's just that Jared missed."
"I didn't miss!" Jared said defensively. "Ron came through the door and startled me!"
"It's ok." Hermione said, being the peacekeeper. "Maybe when we get back to Hogwarts, we can fly together."
A look passed over the trio's faces. They missed their home, they missed it a lot.
"Hey hey." Jessica said patting Ron's back and stroking his arm. "No sad faces, the longer you're here, the longer I get to be with you, right?" She smiled at him sadly, knowing that one day she was going to have to say goodbye, she just hoped it wouldn't be forever.
"I miss my home." Harry said. "Hogwarts was the only place I felt I belonged. The Durstleys never cared about me, but I met my first real family in Hogwarts."
"We'll be back soon." Hermione said sadly. "I don't like it anymore than you do, Harry, but I don't want to die either. It's a tough compromise."
"Why don't we do something? Let's play a game," Jessica suggested her hand still on Ron's back.
"What kind?" Jared said, jumping to aid his friend to make their other friends feel better.
Jessica pondered for a moment, and then her face broke out with a grin. "Charades!" She said excitedly.
"Charades?" Ron asked, looking quite confused. "Never heard of it."
Jessica smiled broadly. "Oh it's fantastic fun! Each person takes a turn. When it's your turn, you have to act out something. Say I am pretending to be a pitcher; I will have to pretend to be pitching the ball. The person who guesses it first gets to go next."
"Ok," Ron said. "I think I get it, but one more question- what's a pitcher?"
~
An hour later everyone was laughing at Ron, who was still trying to figure out what an airplane was.
"This isn't fair." He mumbled. "I don't know any muggle things."
"We don't know any wizard things." Jared said reasonably.
"Darn," Hermione said, grinning, "I guess that means Harry and I win!"
"No fair," Ron mumbled. Jessica leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I feel a little better." Ron said smiling.
Hermione looked at her watch. It was going on two o'clock. Christmas was just a couple days away.
"I need to finish my Christmas shopping." She said with a smile. "Do you guys want to come?"
"I will." Jared and Harry said at the same time.
"I'm finished." Ron and Jessica recited.
They all looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Well," Hermione aid with a smile. "I'm glad to know Ron's on top of things. Jared, Harry and I will go, you guys hold down the fort."
"Will do." Ron said with a grin.
Hermione, Jared and Harry grabbed their coats and left thorough the kitchen door.
"Hermione has no faith in me." Ron said in mock sadness.
"What do you mean?" Jessica asked, tilting her head slightly.
"She thinks I will always be a last minute shopper," He said, shaking his head. "I guess you've been a good influence on me."
Jessica laughed. "Yes, it would appear I have been," she said.
"Have I been a bad influence on you?" Ron asked, kissing her forehead.
"Maybe," Jessica teased, smiling at the soft butterfly kisses. "But I don't mind."
Ron leaned back and raised an eyebrow. Jessica responded by kissing him harder, who was Ron to object?
They continued like this for several minutes, ignoring all that was going on around them. Not that they were missing much, as they were home alone.
Finally Ron pulled away, leading Jessica to whimper a little in protest.
"I wasn't done," She said with a fake pout.
"I'm not either," Ron said shyly. "I love you too much."
Jessica's eyes opened wide before the sentence had even left Ron's mouth. Ron gaped at surprise in him, and turned an unflattering shade of tomato red. Preparing to apologize for his outburst, Jessica took a turn to surprise him.
"I love you too!" She said, and threw her arms around the blushing redhead. "Oh Ron! I'm so glad you finally told me!"
Ron began to turn back to his original color, hugging Jessica and grinning into her hair. "I've been thinking about it awhile," He said. "Although I planned on being more debonair about it," He pulled back and smiled.
"You're perfect," Jessica murmured, beginning to kiss him again. "I'm so bloody lucky."
Ron could help but give into her kisses. He was in love, he was in love, and he was in love. Love. He never really though it would happen to him. Love was something Parvati and Lavender giggled about in the corner of the Gryffindor common room, and now, miles and miles away, he was sitting on a couch snogging with the girl of his dreams, how could like possibly get any better?
"Mmm Ron," Jessica mumbled. "You know," She said, straightening herself up in his arms. "I never got to see your room, let's go look at it," Her eyes were innocent, but her voice was mysterious.
"My room?" Ron said with a half gulp. "Why do you want to go there?"
"I never saw a wizard's room," She replied with a smile. "Come on, or I will drag you there."
Well, Ron wasn't about to protest, so he led his girlfriend up the stairs and to the furthest bedroom in the hall. He opened it up and Jessica walked in, looking at all the Quiddich posters.
"Amazing!" She gasped as the quiddich players zoomed around the posters, throwing red balls and dodging dark ones. "Absolutely brilliant!"
"I'm glad you like it," Ron said with a grin. "Hermione taught Harry and me a decorating spell, I think I did a pretty good job."
"Fantastic job," Jessica said, and flopped down on the bed. "Come on, sit down, you're making me nervous."
Ron edged to bed and sat on the edge near her, slightly nervous, although he wasn't sure why.
"Tell me about your home, your wizard home," Jessica said. "What's it like?"
"Crowded," Ron joked. "I have five older brothers and Ginny, my younger sister. Bill, Charlie and Percy moved out, although Percy left with bitter intentions. We haven't talked to him in over a year. Bill is the oldest, followed by Charlie. They are both working in the war in the Order; I don't know what they do exactly. Fred and George are twins; they still live at home but are running a joke shop in Diagon ally. It's going very well and Dumbledore is having them come up with tricks for the light side, it's all top secret though. You met Ginny. She's the baby of the family and the only girl. She has a personal vengeance against You-Know-Who, but if you ask her about it, she won't talk much. I worry about her," Ron sighed as he talked about his sister, something wasn't right with her.
"What happened?" Jessica asked. "I mean, with your sister and Voldemort?"
Ron flinched slightly and said, "He possessed her using his old diary. Lucius Malfoy slipped it to her one day. He almost killed her if it wasn't for Harry."
"Harry rescued her?" Jessica murmured.
"Harry saved her life," Ron replied. "I'll always remember that. Ginny would not be alive today if Harry hadn't risked all he had for the sake of my little sister."
Jessica moved closer to Ron and put her hand over his. "You are very lucky to have such a friend." She said warmly. "Harry is special, everyone knows that, but I see it in you too. You don't have a scar, or any sort of history with a homicidal wizard, but you have one of the biggest hearts I have ever seen, and I love you for that, that's what makes you special."
Ron didn't know what to say. No one ever told him he was special before, not himself. He was always over shadowed by his brothers, and Ginny was the only girl. He was best friends to Harry Potter, and Hermione now had a name for herself, of course he didn't know how to respond, so he did the first thing his brain told him to- he kissed her.
Jessica grabbed on to his shoulder and held on for support. She was drowning in him and loving every bit.
Ron darted his tongue into her mouth. Jessica willingly parted her lips and returned the tease, their tongues dancing together like they never experienced before.
Jessica gently ands slowly leaned back on the bed, bringing Ron with her, although neither noticed the compromising position they found themselves involved in.
Passion was running high as Jessica ran her hands up and down Ron's back, feeling his muscles beneath his tee shirt. Ron, acting out of pure instinct, did the same. He traced small circles on her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin on his fingertip, and traced designs up under her shirt, until he ran into the silky fabric of her bra. He took her breast in his hand, cupping it and massaging it gently.
A small moan from Jessica brought him back to earth, and he responded by jumping back as though she suddenly caught on fire.
"Jessica!" He cried, completely ashamed at himself and his lack of self control. "Oh my lord, I'm so sorry, Oh God, I'm sorry Jess!"
Jess on the other hand, stared at him, and decided right then to make a semi-life altering decision. This was it.
"Ron," She said, moving towards him and putting her hand on his. "I have no illusions about this war. I know that you, Hermione, and Harry are in great danger," she paused, "From what I've heard, this isn't the first time, either," She looked into his confused blue eyes. "I don't want to waste the time we have, because nothing is real anymore. We have today, but we might not be lucky tomorrow," She reached out and hugged him tight, and whispered in his ear. "I want you to be my first."
Ron looked at his girlfriend doubtfully, but the look in her eyes told him she was being sincere, and she was ready.
"Jess…" But she put her lips on his before he could talk her out of it. She didn't want to regret anything, especially concerning the one boy she trusted with something like this.
~
"That is very interesting, Miss Covington," Dumbledore said, staring at her intently. "I believe there may be hope for Mister Malfoy yet."
Lauren, Severus, and Dumbledore were in the headmaster office, surrounded by the old headmasters and mistresses of the ages. Occasionally they would interrupt Lauren as she told her story, everything, and blushing at the more intimate parts.
"What do you make of it, Albus?" Severus asked, not knowing himself.
"I believe this means that young Draco is having doubts in his livelihood," Dumbledore mused. "From the actions occurring with Miss Covington, it appears that Draco Malfoy is developing a conscious. I do wonder what sort of dreams he is having."
The tone of voice Dumbledore used hinted that he knew exactly what sort of dreams Draco was having, but he was not at liberty to say.
"I have a feeling we will be talking with Mr. Malfoy very soon."
~
On the other side of the castle, Draco awoke in his bed in the prefect dorm, again from one of those blasted dreams.
"I'm going crazy." He said to himself, sitting up in his huge bed. "I am going absolutely bloody insane."
It was no secret that insanity ran in the Malfoy blood. Suicide was a common occurrence throughout his mother's side as well. Draco always thought himself a level-minded person. He always knew where he was, what mind he was in. When he drank, he never passed his limit, and contrary to what people thought, Draco did not experiment with drugs. So if he wasn't crazy, then…
"No," He said. "I am not turning into a fucking golden boy," Draco looked around his spacious room. He liked it. It was large, like his room at the manor, but it also held a charm that the manor didn't possess. Certain warmth that was always absent in the dark of Malfoy manor.
"Am I?" He finally whispered quietly, before heading off into another fitful sleep.
(A/N)
I got a new AIM s/n. x veritas TRUTH so if you need me, there I'll be! Whoo hoo. Anyway, I liked this chapter, it was fun, and…different. Lol. I just realized Ron never has anyone in any of my fics…he's married to Lavender in LIWFR, but there's no story there, and he just…well, no romance for Ronny, so, my first big 'scene' dedicated to all the underappreciated Ron Weasleys in the world!
I'll be getting to the Voldie stuff soon, FantasyIsMyLife, as we all know, finding Hermione and Harry are the numero uno things on the deatheater agenda, a couple twists are going to take place :D hehe, gotta love those. This fic is going to be epic I'm not really sure how long just yet, but it's already well on its way to 100,000 words, lol. Maybe 40-50 chapters? But don't take my word on it, I love writing, so I'll end up with 2000 chapters (that was a joke!) but rest assured, It will get finished, I promise, I never start something I don't plan on finishing, and my writing is no different. While you're waiting for the next chapter, why don't you go read there's a place for us it's another hr/dr written by me, and I think its going quite well: D
