Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling nor am I part of the wonderfully talented Mangaka quartet known as CLAMP.

Title: Sakura

Pairing: RWxDM

Warnings: Slash so if two boys snogging bother you I suggest that you don't read this. Also I use a bad word in here somewhere.

Spoilers: OOTP, (DH)

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

In later chapters this story will crossover with Tokyo Babylon. It's all mostly background so if you're a Harry Potter fan that's never heard of it don't worry. You won't need any prior knowledge of it to enjoy this fic (in fact I think you would enjoy it more that way)

 

Chapter One

 

“This is the last chance I'm going to give the two of you,” Professor McGonagall said in her usual stern voice. She walked briskly down the hall leading the two sulking figures of Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy. The hallways of Hogwarts were dark and shadows played in every corner causing a very spooky effect. It was just about past 9 o'clock and the rest of the students were shut up in their common rooms. Ron was sure that the whole of Gryffindor tower was probably sneering and laughing at him right then for getting himself stuck in a detention with Malfoy. He directed a very pointed glare at the spoiled git who continued to glare angrily at the woman in front of them. Unaware of the hole that had to be burning into the back of her head she continued:

“I am very disappointed in the both of you. Whatever possessed you to start brawling in the middle of the library?”

Ron bit his tongue to keep from snickering. Malfoy had entered the library, for what Ron did not know, and upon seeing the golden trio spouted off some sort of “mudblood” comment toward Hermione. Ron had been having a fairly stressful day, what with the horrible two foot essay Snape had assigned for homework and his poor performance in charms, so he got up, rushed Malfoy and punched him square in the nose.

There was blood everywhere.

It was bloody brilliant.

Or at least it was until Madam Pince and Professor McGonagall came around the corner. He guessed Malfoy's girly squeal startled them or something. He figured that he should have been happy that it was her and not Snape, otherwise Malfoy would not be walking next to him and he didn't particularly wish to picture what the evil potions master would have him do for detention. He still couldn't get the smell of pickled rat brains out of those robes. Though thinking about the scars on the back of Harry's hand he wouldn't have been to happy if that Umbridge woman had been there either. No he figured that he was very lucky that it had been McGonagall instead.

Professor McGonagall quickly turned into a room and Ron had to fight back the urge to groan in disgust as he recognized the trophy room. Professor McGonagall however continued through an adjacent door on the other side of the room that led to the armor gallery. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned towards the two boys. Ron could have sworn that he saw her wipe an evil grin from her face as she faced them.

“You're job for tonight, and as many nights as it takes you to finish it, is to polish all of the suits of armor in this room inside and out,” she said pausing to make sure that they understood then continued, “without using any magic.”

“You have got to be joking,” Malfoy said agitated. “It'll take ages to polish all these. There has to be at least fifty of them.”

Ron was of the same mind. The thought of spending Merlin only knows how many nights with Malfoy made him feel sick to his stomach. McGonagall, however, only looked at him and smiled faintly.

“Well then Mr. Malfoy,” she turned to look at Ron, “Mr. Weasley, I'm sure that the less bickering and the more polishing that you do the quicker you will be finished and free from each other's company.” With that she waved her wand and several flasks of polish and a pile of rags appeared on the floor and she started towards the door.

She turned before leaving and said, “I will come for you when I feel you are done for the night.” She waked out making sure to close the doors behind her.

For a minute the two of them just stood there staring at the work ahead of them. Without looking at each other each picked up a flask and rag and went to work on separate metal suits. Ron was finishing up on his suits helmet when Malfoy threw the gauntlet to his at Ron's head.

“Oi,” he yelled ducking just in time causing the metal glove to hit the wall behind him instead. “What the bloody `ell was that for?” he shouted standing up, causing the helmet to fall to the floor with a clang.

“You know that this is entirely your fault,” Malfoy yelled back.

“Well if you hadn't insulted `Mione I wouldn't `uve had to punch you in the face,”

Both drew their wands. They stood there, wands pointed at the other, glaring at each other with utmost hatred in each of their eyes. Something in Malfoy's eyes flickered for a brief second, Ron didn't know what. He thought that Malfoy was trying to make him let his guard down by making him look behind him or something, he didn't know. He was trying to decide between using a bat-bogey hex or a jelly-legs jinx when Malfoy suddenly said, “Accio gauntlet.” The metal glove that Malfoy had threw at him lifted up and flew through the air, hitting Ron in the back of the head in the process, and across the room where Malfoy caught it.

“Why you son of a-” Ron started, holding the back of his head, but Malfoy cut him off:

“Better off just finishing this as quickly as we can,” he said dejectedly sitting back on the floor and resuming his work without looking at Ron.

Ron stood there for a few minutes, too stunned to move or say anything. Finally agreeing that the sooner this was done the better he sat down and continued to polish his armor as well. He couldn't help but feel that Malfoy was up to something though and through out the night kept glancing over at him. Each time Malfoy was just looking blankly at the suit of armor he was polishing and not once looked like he was doing or thinking anything suspicious which, to be honest, only hardened Ron's belief that he was plotting something.

Several hours and about six suits of armor later Professor McGonagall returned. She must have been pleasantly surprised that they hadn't killed each other, Ron thought, as she smiled at both of them and said:

“Very good, I think that should be it for tonight. Now I want the both of you to meet me here at the same time tomorrow night so that you may continue. Do I make myself clear?” She looked at the boys expectantly.

“Yes,” Ron said gloomily. She looked at Malfoy, and he glared back at her.

“Yes ma'am,” he said in a tone that sounded like she was forcing him to drink poison.

She nodded, apparently expecting nothing better from Malfoy. “Very well, off to bed now.” And she waved them away.

Ron was relieved to be leaving that room behind even though he knew that he'd be back in there tomorrow and probably every other night that week. Malfoy walked a few paces ahead of Ron on their way back down the hall. Ron stared at the back of his pale blond head wondering what had caused him to end their argument so abruptly…especially since he was the one who had started it. He couldn't help but think that it wasn't like Malfoy to pass up the chance to insult Ron for hours on end like that. He didn't even know why it was bothering him as much as it was. No matter, they were coming up to the stair case that would lead them on their separate ways and Ron would need not worry any further about Malfoy's strange behavior.

He had turned to start walking up the stairs when he felt someone grab him from behind. Before he even had a chance to protest his assailant swung him around and pushed him up against the wall. He barely had time to register white blond and cold gray before he felt himself being pulled down slightly and another's lips crashing into his. For a moment Ron was too surprised to do anything and in his hesitation Malfoy slipped his tongue between Ron's lips. The thought to bite down never really occurred to Ron although it didn't very long for him to come to his senses. He pushed Malfoy so hard that that bastard nearly fell backwards down the stairs. Malfoy regained his balance and looked at Ron with the most disgusting sneer. Ron thought he felt bile begin to rise up in his throat.

“What in the name of Merlin's saggy left…What the…Why…” Ron stammered on like that for several more seconds. All the while Malfoy had the same sneer on his face, looking like his was going to laugh. He seemed to be enjoying Ron's reaction. Without saying a word though he turned and started walking down the stairs, apparently quite pleased with himself, leaving Ron in a horrible state of shock. Ron slid to the floor and brought the back of his hand to his lips, his muddled mind trying desperately to make sense of what just happened as he watched Draco Malfoy disappear.

 

A/N: I will come right out and say it now…I hate Harry Potter. I hate the character (I really don't know why so don't ask) and I'm really not very fond of the books though I do prefer them over the movies. I do however LOVE the concept of the series and I'm absolutely in love with Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy as well as many other secondary characters that JKR felt necessary to kill off in her last installment of the series. (She couldn't even give poor Lupin a proper death) So this is how the last three books would have been if it had been me writing them because Ron is awesome and Draco is human.