Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Sixteen ( Chapter 16 )

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

Title: Sakura

Pairing: RWxDM

Rating: I'm sick of rating every chapter. This story is an NC-17.

Warnings: Slash and Angst

Spoilers: OOTP and HBP mostly. Maybe some DH…I'm not sure yet.

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 16

 

Ron threw himself to the ground as he stepped off of the night bus, an experience he never wanted to repeat. After he thanked all the gods he could think of—and even some he made up on the spot—he stood and looked up at the big castle with its tall towers and awkwardly slanted walls. He wasn't sure how he felt being back.

“Ron,” Lupin came up behind him. Ron turned around to see Lupin holding out the green velvet bag with the little card still attached. “You will be happy to know that this was curse, hex and jinx free.”

Hesitantly he took it back and put in his trunk. He figured he'd open it when he got settled back in the dormitory. “What did you guys end up doing with the owl?” he asked.

“We let her go that same day,” Lupin smiled. “Don't worry Ron she was unharmed.”

Ron nodded and sighed in relief. He had liked her calm demeanor. He said good bye to Lupin and Tonks and picked up one of the ends of his trunk and without waiting for any of the others started the walk up the path to the castle entrance.

It felt like it took forever to reach the front doors. When he finally walked through them he had to sit down for a minute as he caught his breath. The entrance hall was full of other students greeting each other; others were just hanging back or passing through. Ron stood up and taking his trunk started to make his way through the crowd.

As he reached the marble stairs leading to the first floor he noticed a group of Slytherins standing near the bottom. It wasn't too hard to pick out the pale blond hair of Draco Malfoy. Pansy Parkinson it seemed had glued herself to his arm as she laughed at what ever it was that one of the others had just said. Draco wasn't laughing though. In fact Ron thought that he looked more anxious than anything as he cast another nervous look around the entrance hall. He spotted Ron amongst the throng of bodies and pulled himself away from the pug faced girl, much to her dislike.

“Did you get it?” he asked.

“You mean the bag your owl sent…” Ron started but was cut off by Draco's annoyed reply:

“What else do you think I mean,” he snapped.

“Yes I got it back just now,” Ron replied coldly.

“Just now?” Draco asked in shock. Then more slowly he asked, “So you haven't opened it yet?”

“No,” Ron shook his head. “I haven't had the chance yet.”

Draco sighed in annoyance but dropped it as he picked up the other end of Ron's trunk. Together they brought it up to the seventh floor, exchanging their holiday stories.

“So you ended up going home after all?” Ron asked as they dragged the heavy chest up a flight of stairs.

“Well after you left there wasn't any point staying here,” Draco replied. “So what about you did you get to talk to your mother or did she just pretend you weren't there?”

“I talked to her a little bit,” Ron said. They were silent for a minute.

“And?” Draco asked.

“And she's still not to happy about it,” Ron answered. The two of them had stayed up most of the night before talking. He had told her everything and she had listened but that was about it. Draco didn't say anything else.

“Your owl wasn't hurt was she?” Ron asked.

“No,” Draco answered coldly. “She was fine. Why?”

“Well they weren't too easy on her trying to get her into that cage,” Ron said. Draco's eyes snapped toward him, looking pretty angry. He looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it.

“She came back with a note,” He said. “From your mother.”

“Oh?” Ron was surprised but felt sort of nervous at the same time. What had his mother written to Draco? “What did it say?”

“Just told me not to write or send anything else to you,” he said. “I was afraid that that meant that you didn't get my present.”

“Well I almost thought I didn't either,” Ron said. “She was really scared that you were trying to curse me.” Draco said nothing.

“What about your parents?” Ron asked as they reached the seventh floor and walked towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. Draco was silent. Ron glanced at him and noticed that he had the same cold expression from the last time they had talked about his dad. Ron figured that it didn't go very well.

They reached the Fat Lady who asked for the password. Ron looked at Draco nervously.

“Well?” he asked, “What's the password?”

Sighing Ron turned to him. “Malfoy…”

“Draco.”

“What?”

“Call me Draco,” he said. “That is my name after all.”

“Why?” He'd admit it. He sounded like an idiot.

“I think Ron,” he said, “That if we're going to be together than we should call each other by our first names. It's what normal couples do isn't it?”

“Well yes but,” Ron paused. Sighing again he continued, “I don't know if you've noticed but what we're doing isn't very normal and…” Again he stopped, not entirely sure how he was going to put it.

“And?” Draco asked.

“Well what we are…I mean we're not really a couple are we?” There he'd said it and now he was sure he was going to somehow be in a world of pain for it too.

“Well what are we then,” Draco said curtly.

“What are we?” Ron repeated, shocked that Draco wasn't seeing his logic. “Malfoy…”

“Draco.”

“Why the bloody hell does it matter?” Ron yelled.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn,” Draco yelled back. “It's not like it's that difficult.”

“Malfoy…”

“Draco.”

“Whatever,” Ron could feel his ears getting hotter. “How can you not see how wrong this is?”

“Because maybe I don't see anything wrong with it,” he said.

“Malfoy,” Draco's eyes twitched a little but he didn't say anything this time. “The two of us are both guys.”

Draco didn't say anything. He just stood there looking at Ron, his eyes starting to dampen. Ron felt a familiar twisting though instead of his stomach this time he felt it in his chest. He opened his mouth to say something—to apologize maybe—but before he said anything the sound of voices and dragging trunks filtered down the hall.

He turned to see the rest of his group come to a stop in front of them. His eyes met with Hermione's for a second or two until she turned away. He heard Draco mumble something; he wasn't able to catch it. He turned to see the blond boy walking away in the opposite direction. He wanted to follow, wanted to say something but felt rooted to that spot.

“Trouble in paradise?” he heard Harry say as the rest of them gave the password and started filing into the common room. Ignoring him, Ron picked up his trunk, made so much heavier now without the extra help, and walked through the port hole.

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A/N: Yay another chapter!! Go ahead you can throw things at me now. I know I'd want to if I were you guys.