Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
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: Look if you've gotten this far and you still don't know this is a Slash fic then you just need to go die somewhere. Oh and as always, emo Ron.
Spoilers: OOTP
POV: Ronald Weasley; passive
Chapter 6
The morning after when Ron woke up he refused to get out of bed and missed all of his lessons. His stomach felt like it was tied in a knot that was tied too tight and all day he had a prickling, burning sensation behind his eyes. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the prefect bathroom. Several times images would flash through his thoughts and his stomach would give a lurch. He'd end up running to the bathroom to set himself mostly into a fit of the dry heaves as his stomach would painfully remind him that it had been empty since the morning before. Once these subsided though, he immediately trudged back into the room and threw himself back into his bad, pulling the covers over his head. After lunch Harry and Hermione came up to check on him. Hermione of course chided him for missing classes.
“All because you didn't get enough sleep last night,” she said.
“Hermione I don't think that's got much to do with it,” Harry said in his defense. Ron gave a little groan and dug himself deeper under his comforter, wishing that they would just go away.
“He's missing important lessons though Harry,” she continued, “Professor McGonagall told us that that was very likely to show up in our O.W.L.S. exams.”
“But if he's not feeling well…” Harry started but she cut him off:
“Then he should go to the hospital wing,” she said. “Madam Pomfrey can give him something and then he can finish classes for the day.” She looked at the lump that was Ron, “Honestly Ron, you can't miss another of Hagrid's lessons.”
Sure he could…Malfoy was going to be there.
Harry was about to say something else but then the bell announcing the end of lunch rang. He and Hermione tried once more unsuccessfully to urge Ron out of bed, but gave up and went about their day. Ron slept restlessly for the rest of the day and night.
The next day not even Harry would allow him to spend another day isolated from the rest of the world. After being unceremoniously pulled out of his bed and onto the floor by his best mate Ron concluded that he had had enough time mourning the loss of his innocence. As long as he didn't find himself alone with Malfoy he figured he'd be fine…in theory anyway. He ignored the small part of him that jump with excitement at the very thought of Draco Malfoy.
Breakfast passed with no problem. Ron was able to eat three good sized waffles, two fried eggs, four pieces of bacon and four sausages with Harry and Hermione staring at him in astonishment. After he had stuffed himself silly he dared a glance towards the Slytherin table. Malfoy wasn't there. He held back a sigh of relief but in the pit of his stomach, or at least he hoped it was his stomach, he felt a pang of disappointment.
The Golden Trio got up and started for the doors. When they entered the entrance hall Malfoy was walking up the stairs from the dungeons, flanked by his ever present bodyguards Crabb and Goyle. Malfoy and Ron's eyes connected and the disappointment Ron had felt was replaced with jubilation mixed with fear, anger and shame. His face and ears grew hot as Malfoy sneered and changed course so that he was walking strait towards him. Ron fought the urge to reach for his wand, even as he noticed Malfoy pull something from his pocket.
What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion for Ron. Malfoy continued to walk towards him, talking to his cronies, acting like he hadn't even seen Ron and then, before Ron could think to move out of the way, his right shoulder collided with Malfoy's. He felt Malfoy's hand push something into his own, felt his fingertips brush against the back of his hand for a brief second and then it was gone. Malfoy swirled around to face the redhead:
“For Merlin's sake Weasel,” Malfoy scoffed. “Why don't you watch where you're going?”
“Sod off Malfoy,” Harry said angrily.
“Just ignore him,” Hermione interjected, more so towards Ron than Harry. Ron however was too stunned to really say or do anything. He stood there red faced staring at Malfoy, his stomach and head a jumble of thoughts and emotions. Harry grabbed his shoulder and he felt like he crashed landed back into reality as he let Harry turn him away from the pompous git. His stomach suddenly started to turn and he began to wish that he had not eaten so much at breakfast.
They reached Professor Binns' classroom and sat in their seats. The rest of the desks sat empty. As Harry and Hermione got parchment and quills out he took the time to glance at what Malfoy had given him. He opened his fingers to see a small slip of folded paper. He slipped in his pocket as Hermione began to speak:
“So Harry, what are we going to be doing during the DA meeting tonight?”
“What?” Ron couldn't help but let it slip. Hermione looked like she was going to strangle him.
“All that time you spent in your bed yesterday and you didn't even so much as glance at the coin?”
No he hadn't and he had to admit that he'd probably forgotten Dumbledore's Army even existed. “I was sick.” She let out an aggravated sigh as more students began filing into the room.
History of magic was as boring as ever and Ron felt his mind wandering towards the piece of paper that was in his pocket. He had an immensely huge urge to rip it up and not even bother with it but at the same time he couldn't help but be curious as to what was on it. The bell rang, indicating the end of class. The three f them packed up and started down stairs for the dungeons. Before they reached the marble stairs Ron slipped into a bathroom, the one Malfoy confronted him in a couple mornings ago, telling Harry and Hermione that he'd meet up with them. He stepped into a stall, closed and locked it and sat on the toilet seat. He took the piece of paper and unfolded it. On it Malfoy had written a simple note:
Meet me in classroom 11 before curfew tonight.
He turned it over, looking for something else but that was it. He stared at it, dumbfounded. Malfoy wanted to do that again? No, his brain told him, he wants to go further than that probably. His insides gave a little leap, from apprehension or excitement he wasn't sure but he thought it might've been a little of both. He also thought maybe this was some sort of joke. That Malfoy would wait for him to show up, have a great big laugh and then sick his goonies on him. Ron, however, was pretty sure that wasn't what Malfoy was playing at though.
Realizing that he still needed to get to potions though, he stuffed the note back in his pocket and ran out of the bathroom. He sprinted down the stairs and just made it through the classroom door as the bell rang.
“Cutting it a bit close aren't we?” Snape said from the front of the room. “If you had dawdled just a few seconds more you could have been keeping me company this evening sorting out some flobberworms. What a pity.” Several Slytherins snickered. Glancing at Malfoy Ron was surprised to see him looking at him with one of the most serious expressions he had ever seen on the pale boy's face. Ron got the impression that Malfoy was angry with him for nearly getting himself a detention when he was supposed to be meeting with the Slytherin instead. Again his stomach clenched as he remembered the note in his pocket. He took his seat next to Harry and got his equipment ready.
Through the entire lesson he couldn't help but think about the note and ponder on all the possibilities that Malfoy would want to meet with him for, though common sense told him he already knew what. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts he completely forgot what he was supposed to be making and so it came as no surprise that he received a zero for the lesson.
“What on earth where you doing in there?” Hermione asked as they exited the dungeons and started for the great hall. Ron of course didn't answer. He was to busy staring at the back of Mafoy's head, who was farther ahead of them walking with his guards, trying to see into his thoughts. She kept going:
“I mean honestly Ron, that potion didn't even call for essence of belladonna.”
What did Malfoy want with him? Why was he suddenly so interested in Ron? Why did he have to be interested in him in that way?
“Ron, are you even listening to me?”
Was he going to do as the note instructed and meet him or was he just going to ignore it? They had a DA meeting that night. Would he skip it in favor of snogging with Malfoy?
“Ron?”
But they were usually done with the meetings before curfew anyway. If he made it out of there early enough he could maybe manage to get to room eleven on time. Although that wouldn't give them much time to do much of anything.
“Ron?!”
But was that really so bad? Did he even want to do anything like that with Malfoy? He and Malfoy were both…it just wasn't right for two…what they'd done before was disgusting, repulsive, revolting…WRONG!!
Wasn't it?
“Oy Ron,” Harry said grabbing his shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Ron didn't answer him though. He just stared blankly ahead as Draco's form disappeared between the great doors leading into the great hall.