Note: I really hope you enjoy this installment of the story =]. Feel free to R&R! I'm attempting to make Ron's week a little more humorous.

Chapter 17

11:13 a.m., Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts(Saturday)

"Vixen, wake up!" Ron yelled shaking Vixen, who was asleep on the sofa, slightly.

"Ron, stop shaking me!" she yelled pushing him away from her. She sat up groggily and looked around the room.

She didn't even remember falling asleep last night. After Hermione took her back into the common room she remembered introducing Matthew to her. She then remembered trying to wait for Harry and Ron to return home and she must have dozed off in the process.

"Your hair looks awful," Ron said eyeing Vixen's tussled hair. Vixen scrunched her face up at him.

"Why did you wake me up?" she asked while rubbing her eyes. Ron sneezed before answering.

"It's getting late and I'm tired of observing you sleep," he told her. Vixen raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's not extremely creepy or anything," she said stretching her arms over her head.

"You do know that you tend to drool, don't you?" he told her pointing to his own mouth. Vixen pushed him off of the couch.

"I most certainly do not," Vixen said angrily. Ron shrugged and got off of the floor.

Vixen went and changed before meeting Ron back in the common room. She yawned louder than necessary and Ron sighed. The two left the room and headed to the Dining Hall.

As they stepped off of the stairs Vixen caught a glimpse of Jacob. He was sitting on a ledge between the castle wall and the courtyard with his head in his hands with his elbows resting on his knees. No matter how angry he made her sometimes, she didn't want him to be upset. She turned toward Ron slightly.

"Hey Ron, I'll be right back okay?" she told him. He groaned and then nodded.

Vixen approached the ledge where Jacob was sitting quietly. She held her hands behind her body and bit her lower lip. Jacob didn't move.

"Think I could sit here?" she asked, leaning down toward him. Jacob looked up at her, his face blank.

"I can't stop you, can I?" he said to her. Vixen took a seat across from him on the stone ledge and leaned her back against the wall.

"Was that a response to my question, or was that about something else?" she asked him. He stared at her.

"Both I guess," he said while shrugging his shoulders. Vixen took a deep breath.

"What were you referring to then, Jake?" she asked tilting her head slightly.

"You're going to be with him, aren't you?" he asked her seriously. Vixen looked away from him now.

"Who knows," she replied. Jacob sighed loudly.

"I'll never stop fighting for you," he told her quickly. Vixen furrowed her brow.

"Why, though? Jacob you barely know me," she told him. He looked at her so seriously that she felt like he was going to attack her.

"I know you a lot better than you think, Vixen Charm. You don't know it, but I do. I know you," Jacob told her. Vixen felt chills run up her spine.

"I have to go," she said standing up quickly. She was extremely uncomfortable now.

"I'll never stop, Vixen," he said as she tuned her back on him. Without responding she returned to Ron's side.

"Everything okay?" Ron asked her, looking over at Jacob. Jacob nodded at him.

"Yeah, let's go to lunch," she lied. The two entered the hall quietly together.

"Vixen," Draco said walking over to the two as they entered the Dining Hall.

"Yes Draco?" she asked calmly. Ron groaned loudly.

"Let me guess, you two need to go have some secret discussion, right? Bloody hell, am I ever going to get one on one time with you?" Ron asked obviously annoyed. Vixen and Draco both raised an eyebrow at him.

"Do you want to do something tonight?" Draco asked her, ignoring Ron.

"Wait, what?" Ron asked taken off guard.

"Not you Weasley," Draco said not taking his eyes off of Vixen. She smirked slightly at him.

"Shut up, Malfoy! Why are you asking Vixen to do something with you?" Ron asked angrily, crossing his arms.

"What did you have in mind?" Vixen asked. Draco shrugged.

"You can't be serious," Ron said to Vixen. She ignored him.

"I don't know really. I'll be outside of the Gryffindor House at 9 tonight," he said smirking.

"Why is he going to be outside of our House?" Ron asked Vixen, his voice growing higher.

"I'll see you then," she told him. Draco nodded and walked out of the room.

"No!" Ron said to Vixen when she turned to look at him.

"No what?" she asked him. Ron shook his head side to side at break neck speed.

"I mean no! No! You cannot go out with him tonight! No, not him. Just, no!" Ron told her while waving his hands around frantically.

"Ronald, calm down," Vixen said grabbing his large biceps with her small hands.

"No. I don't like it!" he said still shaking his head. Vixen sighed.

"Too bad," Vixen said shaking him once. Ron stood quietly.

Vixen then walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron looked over at her, dropping his shoulders and throwing his head back slightly.

"Bloody hell...," he groaned before dragging himself over to the table.

11:45 a.m., Gryffindor Table, Dining Hall, Hogwarts(Saturday)

Vixen sat quietly at the table sitting across from Ron Weasley, who was staring her down quite noticeably. Vixen stabbed a strawberry with her silver fork before she sighed and met his gaze. She tilted her head to the side slightly.

"What's the matter Ron?" she asked him. Ron wiggled his nose.

"What's going on with you and Malfoy?" he asked, still staring her down. Vixen kept her composure.

"Ron, there's nothing going on, alright?" she lied, returning her gaze back to her food. Ron slammed one hand on the table making her return her eyes to his.

"I call bullshit," he said narrowing his eyes at her. Vixen rolled her eyes and crossed her arms onto the table top.

"Go ahead then. Begin telling me your theory on my relationship with Draco," she told him obviously annoyed. Ron groaned quietly to himself.

"Well the fact that you just said your "relationship" with him proves that you do have some kind of relationship going on," he pointed out. Vixen raised an eyebrow at him.

"We have a relationship too, you know," Vixen said pointing to Ron then at herself. Ron's eyes widened slightly.

"Wha-what? No we don't! Do we? No, no that's impossible. I didn't agree to anything. Right?" he asked now flustered. Vixen chuckled.

"Calm down, Ron. We have a relationship as friends," she said emphasizing her last word. Ron sighed out of relief.

"Actually, that would be a friendship, Vixen. Not a relationship. So are you and Malfoy dating?" he asked, now more serious. Vixen was surprised that he was actually right.

"Actually, we're married. Yep. Sure are. I'm carrying his love child. Children, actually. We're expecting twins next week," Vixen said sarcastically, trying to throw Ron off. He didn't look amused.

"Knock it off, Vixen. I get that you won't tell me the truth on this issue but you need to know how I feel about it. Malfoy is not a good guy, alright? For some reason all of these bloody girls find him charming or whatever, but I can assure you it's a cover up. You need to break it off while you can," he told her honestly. Vixen looked up at him with a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Are you implying that soon I won't be able to break things off? Not that anything is even going on, but are you saying I'm going to die? Are you, Ron?" she asked him angrily, leaning farther onto the table. Ron sighed.

"I'm just doing my job! I'm supposed to keep you safe," he told her pointing a finger at her. Vixen stood up from her seat.

"So this is just a job to you then? I thought we were actually friends. Consider yourself fired. I wouldn't want to waste anymore of your precious time," she said storming off. Ron followed her and caught her by the arm before she could leave the hall.

"I didn't mean it that way. We are friends," he told her, a smile forming on his face. Vixen didn't smile back.

"Go get a room you two!" Crabbe said walking past the two. Ron released Vixen's arm and turned toward him.

"Be quiet, Crabbe!" Ron yelled after him. Crabbe turned around to face him now.

Vixen watched silently as the two stared one another down. Crabbe had now crossed his arms over his round chest and Ron tensed up slightly. Vixen wanted to leave, but something in the pit of her stomach was telling her to stay.

"You talkin' to me, Weasley?" he asked. Vixen looked to Ron.

"I am," he replied. A crooked smile appeared on Crabbe's round face.

"A blood traitor like you ought ta' learn his place. Don't ya' think?" he shot back at Ron, taking a step forward. Vixen noticed Ron clench his fists.

"Don't call him that," Vixen blurted out. The two boys turned their attention to her now.

"Vixen, I can handle this," Ron whispered.

"Yeah girly. Listen ta' yer' little friend here. Butt out!" Crabbe yelled at her, pointing a chubby finger in her direction.

"Don't you talk to me that way either, you obese arrogant little boy!" Vixen yelled at him angrily. Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise at her insult.

"How dare you speak ta' me that way! I don't care what Draco says, I hope he goes on with the plan sooner now!" Crabbe accidentally yelled, revealing the secret plan. Vixen and Ron exchanged glances of confusion.

"What plan, Crabbe?" Ron asked quickly.

"None of yer' business, Weasley! Just know that Longbottom's tea leaf signs aren't a fluke," he shot back before walking away to the Slytherin table.

Ron looked over at Vixen who was standing quietly, her chest heaving in and out quickly. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes.

"So...am I still fired?" Ron asked her.

8:55 p.m., Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts(Saturday)

"Ron, I can't do this," Vixen nervously told her friend.

"Yes, you can. You have to find out about this plan," he told her. Vixen bit her lower lip.

"I'm sure he is already waiting outside for you. Don't worry about anything. If something goes wrong, yell for me, and I'll be there," he told her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Vixen nodded in understanding.

"Go on," Ron said. Vixen walked to the door of the House and exited the painting.

She stood in the darkness alone. She looked around ony to find that Draco was nowhere in sight. She felt her stomach grow heavy and she started to feel more nervous than before.

"Good evening," Draco said, walking out of the darkness.

Vixen had never seen him like he was right now. He was wearing relaxed, dark jeans, a dark green pull-over hoodie and some black shoes. She was so used to seeing him in his button up shirts and dress pants that she never imagined he could look the way he did tonight. He looked very casual.

"Hello," she replied quietly. Draco smiled, stepping in front of her.

"I'm happy you decided to come out with me tonight," he said with sincerity in his tone. Vixen's heart started to beat faster.

"What are we doing tonight?" she asked looking up at him. He looked down into her eyes.

"Let's go for a walk," he said to her. She nodded and the two walked through the halls until they emerged into the Courtyard.

"The sky is very clear," Vixen said noticing the dark blue sky.

"I'm happy you noticed. It took me all day to get it just right for you," he told her, smiling. Vixen raised an eyebrow at him.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Well, it's impossible to stargaze when there are clouds all over the sky. I had to remove them for you and it was a lot harder than I thought," he told her, squatting down on the grass. Vixen kneeled beside him.

"The grass is dry," he told her as he sat down, his legs extended out in front of him. Vixen sat beside him, hugging her knees to her chest.

Draco watched her moving beside him. The moonlight was gleaming off of her platinum hair again, making her tanned skin glow in comparison. He watched her push her hair behind her ear and he smiled.

"You're a very beautiful young woman," he told her. Vixen looked at him.

"You think so?" she asked. Draco shook his head from side to side.

"No. I know so," he said correcting her. Vixen couldn't help but blush.

"I wanted to talk about last night," he said to her.

"We should," she replied nodding her head.

"Well, I really enjoyed it to say the least. But I wasn't expecting it," he confessed.

"Neither was I," she told him quickly. Draco raised an eyebrow at her.

"Are you alright?" he asked her. Vixen bit her lower lip.

"I spoke to Crabbe today," she said while watching his expression. His face dropped slightly.

"Oh? "he asked calmly.

"Yeah, and he informed me that you had some plan for me," she told him as she turned her body to face him. She watched his eyes grow larger.

"I think we need to talk," Draco said with his voice slightly shaking.