Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Eighteen ( Chapter 18 )

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, a little Fluffy.

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

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 18

 

“You know you don't have to sit with me,” Ron said as he and Neville watched Harry walk down and pick a spot near the front of the table.

“It's okay,” Neville said. “Me and Harry aren't really getting along to good lately anyway.” Ron could tell that Neville was still upset about it though. Ron took another bite out of his toast.

“Why?” he asked. “What've you been fighting about?” Neville didn't answer him though. He looked back up the table were Harry had sat to join Hermione. He felt a small pang of guilt as he stared at her bushy brown hair and had to force his eyes away. His eyes caught sight of Hagrid sitting at the teachers table covered in new cuts and bruises. Catching Ron looking at him Hagrid threw an enthusiastic wave his way. Smiling Ron waved back.

“Do you know where Hagrid got all those injuries?” Neville asked him.

“No idea,” Ron answered and turned his attention back to his breakfast.

Ron was just taking a bite out of his omelet when a blur of robes and blond hair came and sat down next to him and Ron found himself choking on it instead.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” Ron said between coughs.

“Well good morning to you too love,” Draco said in mock sarcasm.

“No I mean,” Ron said controlling himself, “What are you doing sitting here?”

“Well I wonder,” Draco said as he took a piece of bacon off of Ron's plate.

“But this is the Gryffindor table,” Ron said.

“Please don't remind me,” Draco said taking a bite of bacon.

“But this is the Gryffindor table,” Ron repeated. He looked to Neville for some help but the other boy was to busy admiring the enchanted ceiling.

“I don't think there's any rule that forbids me sitting here,” Draco said. Ron stared at him in disbelief. “But if I'm not wanted,” he said and before Ron could say anything he got up and walked to the other end of the hall sitting between Crabb and Goyle.

“Well seems like you guys are off to a good start,” Neville said. Ron groaned and laid his head on the table.

“I'm such an idiot,” he said. Neville stayed silent.

Lifting his head Ron looked across at Draco. He was laughing already but his eyes strayed over towards Ron. When he saw Ron looking at him his eyes hardened and he immediately looked away. Was Draco going to avoid him again just because Ron made a big deal about sitting with him?

Ron's stomach felt sick at the thought and he realized that it was the prospect of another week or so without Draco that made him feel that way. He knew that Draco was going to wait for him to apologize too. There wasn't anyway that the Slytherin was going to make the first move to make up. Knowing all of this Ron took a deep breath and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Neville asked.

“Crazy,” Ron said and started for the other end of the dining hall.

Draco saw him coming almost immediately. He stared as Ron made his way past the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables and stopped in front of him and his pompous looking group.

“What is it now Weasley,” Draco drawled. Ron bit his tongue. He deserved it.

“I'm sorry,” he said, letting out a breath he'd been holding. Draco stared at him and Ron found himself pleased that he actually looked surprised. Draco's cronies were surprisingly quiet as was the rest of the Slytherin table.

“So I can sit with you?” Draco asked.

Ron nodded. “If you still want to.”

Draco let go of a bored sigh. “I don't think I want to anymore.” The table snickered.

Ron didn't flinch, for which he was grateful, but kept a hard expression as he started to turn to walk away. He felt a hand grab his wrist though before he could.

“I'd prefer it if you sat here with me.”

Ron froze. He wasn't sure if he had heard that right. He turned and saw a look of utmost seriousness plastered allover Draco's face, and expressions of astonishment from the rest of the Slytherin house. Ron tried a small smile as he swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

Goyle moved over, after an intense glare from Draco, and Ron took his spot. When a thousand curses didn't find their way to him he let out another breath and tried his best to settle down as most of the conversation picked back up.

He was surprised to find that most of it was normal, talk about O.W.L. exams, homework, the upcoming Quidditch match. He didn't know why but for some reason he'd always pictured conversations among the Slytherin house to be filled with talk about dark magic and how cool you-know-who is and how great it would be to work for him.

No one seemed to pay him any mind either. He was an outsider and so they weren't talking to him and such but that was it. No one broke out into a verse from Weasley is our King like he thought they would. He also noticed that nobody seemed to care about the way Draco leaned into him, or how Draco's hand had found its way to Ron's waist. Nobody except Pansy and Blaise that is who both fixed him each with a deadly glare.

Ron glanced toward the Gryffindor table. Neville stared back at him looking white as a ghost. He looked further down the table and saw Harry glaring at him almost as deadly as Blaise and Pansy. Hermione was no where to be seen though and he started to feel that pang of guilt again. Draco pulled his attention back to him though.

“Are you going to be busy today?”

“I don't think so,” Ron answered, looking at him.

“Then you should come down to the pitch and watch our practice today,” Draco said. Ron thought he heard a groan from Goyle but couldn't be sure.

“You're practicing today too?” Ron asked.

“All day,” Draco said sounding bored. “Our match against Ravenclaw is next week.”

“Oh,” Ron said. Trying not to look at any of the other Slytherins he cleared his throat. “Yeah I guess I can go watch your practice.” Draco smiled and leaned forward to lightly kiss Ron's lips. Angela's angry curses in the back of his mind were immediately washed away by his now familiar warmth. He could feel the burning stares of so many students as they pulled away. Ron didn't care though as he smiled and drew Draco back for another one.

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A/N: I'm starting to run out of things to say here XD Sorry that this is such a boring Chapter. If you're getting sick of all the filler chapters don't worry...so am I. Unfortunately they're necessary.

I might be able to get you two chapters tomorrow since I think work tonight is going to be boring (but you can never be to sure working at a rest home^^) so I might be able to get a couple chapters edited tonight. I'm not sure though so don't kill if I can't.

Love you guys by the way^^