In Too Deep (Blairon)

The Unwritten Will

I sat still in an uncomfortable chair. Staring at the blank wall of the hospital waiting lobby before me. Harry had his hand in mine and his head lay on my shoulder. His glasses had been long forgotten on his lap. I could here him sniffing vigorously, his tears seeping through my t-shirt. It's been four days since Hermione had called Harry and I at work whilst we were working the night shift as a punishment for our tardiness. Four days since Draco had been found unconscious and almost dead on an abandoned beach in the North. Four days since our house had been wrecked.

Four days since he  vanished as quickly as he came...

I had experience with hating people. I hated Draco for seven years of my life. I hated my old Aunt Muriel and her homophobic, racist morals. I hated what happened to my older brother Fred...
But for the past 2 years I had never felt so much hate for one person. And that person, who isn't even an actual person, may I add, is Blaise.

There, I said it.

I hate him.

Hermione and Draco could've died. Harry and I could've lost our jobs and the four of us all could've gone to jail! Never has my life been so messy and confusing. This past month has given me more stress than my last year of high school! And if you know my story, you'll understand the comparison.

But this?

This was a stress that I had never felt before in my life, because of the single fact that I couldn't help how much my heart leapt everytime I thought of the fishy bastard. Even after endangering my best friends I still think of the first time he licked my face that early morning on the docks. His smile's been haunting me in my dreams and I want it to stop. I need it to stop. But I can't no matter how much I try. Harry and I have shared a bed in the absence of both Hermione and Draco and it definitely helps. Don't get me wrong, I've already had my small crush on Harry, but he's just my best friend and having his small frame to spoon with is somewhat comforting. However my nightmares have begun to go beyond my sleep. Sometimes when I close my eyes all I see is him and Harry's been having to help me out of several panic attacks.

Suddenly, the warmth pressed up against me left and my arm immediately felt a chill breeze brush past it. Harry blinked, wiping his tears as he stared at me with red, puffy eyes. At that moment I realized my phone was ringing. With a heavy sigh, I took it out my pocket and rose an eyebrow.

Definitely don't recognize that number...

"Hello?"

I was almost shocked at the sound of my voice. It was groggy and raspy with disuse.

"Is this Ronald Weasley?" Asked a pretty female voice and I looked at Harry who watched curiously. "Deputy Weasley. And yeah, that's me." I said, trying to hide my annoyance. After the questionings, interrogations and lectures from Umbridge and my fellow Deputies at the station after the mers attacked Hermione and Draco, having people say my full name with authority has begun to trigger me.

"Who is this?" I growled angrily, sniffing.

"I work at Finch Biology Labratories, Mr-uh, Deputy Weasley. My supervisor, Mr McLaggen has requested an audience with you at our facility tomorrow at 10 o'clock to discuss an offer he is sure you'll be interested in," she said and my eyes widened, bewildered. I had heard about Finch Labs, a highly graded marine biology company many times on the news and stuff. What the hell would they want with me?!

Harry looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and I shrugged.

"What exactly kind of offer would he have for me ? I know nothing about marine biology." I asked incredulously and she sniffed on the other end of the line. "I'm afraid that that information is too confidential to be spoken about over the phone. May I suggest that if you'd like more information, kindly take up his offer for a meeting tomorrow at our facility at 10. Details have been already emailed to you and we have spoken to the Sheriff Umbridge and she has given permission if you decide to accept."

And with that, the mysterious call ended.

"What was that about?" Harry asked, licking his lips thoughtfully. "Finch Labs wants to have a meeting with me," I said. Saying it out loud made me question everything that had gone down in that conversation. "The marine biology lab? Isn't that place extremely high grade and extremely secretive?" He grunted and I pursed my lips, furrowing my eyebrows. "Yeah. The lady talked about this McLaggen guy. Said he had an offer for me," I added and Harry nearly chocked. My eyes widened as he caught his breath. "Terrence McLaggen? I heard about him in the news. Apparently he graduated when he was seventeen. He's one of the richest people this side of England! What would he want with you?" Harry said and my mouth fell open. I hated to say it but now I was slightly scared of the random offer. But I'd never know what it was about unless I checked it out for myself.

The next day, I called Umbitch and she was surprisingly nice about giving me the day off to go to Finch. She even allowed Harry to come with me and ensured that Neville would look after Draco and Hermione in the hospital whilst we were away. It was slightly terrifying how kind she was being. Like she was scared that something would happen if she wasn't. Which made the situation we were in a little more creepy.
Harry and I jumped into my truck and after half an hour of driving, we arrived at Finch Labs secluded facility. The building looked like your typical science lab on the outside with large loading trucks driving round back, probably packed with fish, large shipments and all that stuff. But I felt as if the interior held more than it was letting on.

I drove towards the gate labeled 'Visitors' and manually cranked my window down, sticking my head out the window, glad that I'd decided to where sun glasses today.

"Can I help you?" The security in the gate booth asked and I sniffed. "Um, I'm Ron Weasley. Here to see Mr McLaggen. He invited me," I said and the guard rose an amused eyebrow. He took out a clipboard and read it down until I guessed he evidently found my name and asked for my Harry and I's ID's. I gave them to him and he scanned them quickly before sighing.

"Welcome to Finch Biology Labratories." He drawled and Harry had the audacity to snort. The man's unenthusiasm vaguely reminded me of my co-worker Ernie McMillan. The security pressed a button and the gate lifted, allowing us in. Harry and I parked near the entrance and got out the car.

"You might want to start writing your will," he mumbled under his breath as we entered the building and I snorted. At reception, I went through the same process as we did outside and after five minutes, the woman who had called me on the phone led us through the science facility up to Mr McLaggen's office. The building was fancy and professional looking. But Harry and I shared a few curious glances every time we passed a door that required a key card.

"He'll be with you shortly," the woman said before leaving us in the lobby outside McLaggen's office. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head and I smirked. Turning to Harry. "Have a paper and a pen I could borrow?" I asked him and he rose his eyebrows. "Why?" He questioned and I tried to hide my smile.

"My will won't write itself."

Harry laughed for the first time in four days and I grinned back, chuckling.

Our laughing was immediately put on hold however when the door to McLaggen's office opened and we froze.

"Come in, boys,"