Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

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, Angsty-Emo Ron…oh and I use a bad word again.

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 3

 

Ron slowly made his way through the halls towards the transfiguration classroom. Already he could feel the effects of the calming draught that Madam Pomfrey had given him wearing off. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the bathroom earlier that morning.

After Malfoy had left the bathroom it took a few minutes for Ron to pull himself together, after which the first thing he did was get reacquainted with the toilet. It felt as though it took an eternity for the heaving to subside but when it finally did he slowly walked up to the third floor to the hospital wing.

Looking him over Madam Pomfrey concluded that he was perfectly healthy and the nausea was just the result of nerves, which of course Ron already knew. She gave him the calming draught and told him to lie down for a bit. Deciding to take advantage of the draught's effect he laid there trying to make sense of Malfoy's repulsive behavior, and his own reaction to it. He couldn't come up with anything other than Malfoy was doing it to fuck with his head, in which case he was succeeding quite well. It took him two seconds to decide that he really didn't want to think about how his body reacted to what Malfoy did. He thought if he did he'd have to admit to something he didn't want to admit to.

Something dirty.

Something that was wrong.

The bell signaled the end of the first lessons and Madam Pomfrey told him that he should be fine to continue with lessons for the rest of the day.

“It's much too early to be getting this worked up over your O.W.L.S. anyway,” she had said.

He entered the classroom and went straight for his seat, ignoring the questioning looks from Harry and Hermione. Sitting down he put his head on his desk, burying his face in his elbow. He cursed Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, and most of all, Draco Malfoy as he felt the last dregs of the draught diminish and panic take its place. He knew everyone was looking at him. He felt all their eyes boring into him as though they could see all his secrets. He bit his lip as he felt his stomach start churning again and his eyes begin to burn.

“Ron-?” Hermione started but whatever her question was going to be was cut off by Professor McGonagall.

“Ok class, everyone please take out your wands so that we may begin the lesson.” There was shuffling as every one complied with the order…everyone except Ron.

“Mr. Weasley,” She said when realizing that he hadn't done as she had asked yet, “I'm sorry if my class bores you but I would appreciate it if you could keep yourself awake and at least look like you're paying attention. Now take out your wand.”

If everyone hadn't been looking at him before, he knew that they were all looking at him now. He hesitated; face burning from anger and embarrassment. He wiped his eyes on his sleeves, trying desperately to make it look like he was wiping his nose instead, and slowly lifted his head off his desk. He leaned down to take his wand out of his bag, keeping his eyes averted from everyone, and put it on his desk in front of him.

The room was silent for a minute before McGonagall spoke, her voice sounding slightly strange to Ron's ears, “V-Very good. Now for today's lesson we will be practicing…”

Ron kept his focus on his wand and his assignment, again ignoring Harry and Hermione's questions. Finally the two of them gave up and focused on their own work leaving him to wallow in his misery and confusion in silence. By the end of the lesson he had completely forgot what he was trying to turn the damn ferret into. When the bell rang indicating that it was time for lunch Ron packed away his wand and braced for the barrage of questions from his two friends.

They never got the chance though cause as Harry opened his mouth to say something Professor McGonagall cut him off.

“Mr. Weasley,” she called from the front of the classroom. “I would like to have a word with you. The two of you may leave,” she said indicating Harry and Hermione, “He will join you in the Great Hall shortly.”

“See you then mate,” Harry said looking at Ron sympathetically. Ron still refused to look at them though and just started walking up to McGonagall's desk.

Conjuring him a chair she said, “Ron please sit down.” He was taken back momentarily by her sudden use of his first name. Recovering though, he did as he was told and sat down.

“What is wrong?” she asked with a gentleness that he was not used to hearing from her. For the first time he looked up at her. She wore a concerned expression, not the stern mask that he was so used to seeing. For a second he wanted to tell her. It was on the tip of his tongue. He opened his mouth to speak but then, afraid of how she would react, what she would say or do closed it again.

“Miss Granger and Mr. Potter informed me that you were in the hospital wing this morning when they entered my classroom,” she said, probably hoping to prompt him into speech.

He nodded. “I-I wasn't feeling good,” he muttered.

“And didn't Madam Pomfrey give you anything?”

Again he nodded. “It's nothing really,” he said, averting his eyes to an open ink bottle on her desk, “I just didn't sleep good last night is all.”

They were both silent then. Ron was sure she knew that he was lying. After several minutes she stood up.

“Very well Mr. Weasley,” she said, her usual stern tone returning, “You may go.” He stood up to leave. “I will see you later tonight then,” she said.

“Yes,” he said and walked out of the room. He didn't go to the great hall though. He didn't really feel like talking to Harry and Hermione nor did he really feel up to eating. Instead he made his way up to the seventh floor.

“Mimbulus mimbletonia,” he said as he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and walked into the empty Gryffindor common room.

Throwing his bag onto the floor he sat down in one of the armchairs near the fireplace. He just stared into the flames blankly trying not to think about anything that had been happening. It didn't take long for his head to fall forward as sleep took him into a blissful dreamless void.