The Veela and The Red-Head

Romance

Rons POV 

After the news from Pomfrey it was hard to get Draco out of bed to do anything. He wouldn't go to classes, he would refuse to eat, and most disgusting of all, he refused to shower. I had to help him with everything, and I was glad to. His wings were out most of the time which showed his distress, like his red eyes and swollen face wasn't tell enough that he was upset.

He was asleep half the time from the moment I woke up to the moment I got back from classes he was passed out. I didn't know if the change in hormones was causing this or the news we had received, I was in charge of bringing his homework and Hermione was in charge of explaining it to me.

As of right now, it's transfiguration class, one of his best classes. I was thinking of Draco and when the bell rang I was the first out of my seat, wanting to get to him as fast as I could. 

"Weasley." McGonagall called, I rolled my eyes and turned to her. 

"Yes, professor?"

"I was told of what's going on with Draco." She said, looking grave. "I know he's not sick like you say."

"Who told you?" I asked, looking her in the eye.

"Madam Pomfrey." She said, still looking stern and grave. "She told all his teachers, tell me did he take an incorrectly brewed fertility potion?"

"No, professor, he got it from Snape."

"Professor Snape, Weasley, and I thought as much." She said, sitting down. "Are you taking care of him?"

"Doing my best too."

"Good, does this affect you as much as him?"

"How could you ask that?" I asked, glaring at her. "He is carrying my child that I might not even get to meet. Seeing him in this state hurts worse than getting kicked in my left nut."

"Language, Weasley." She said, sending a glare back. "Be romantic, it could make him feel just a tiny bit better."

I rolled my eyes and left her classroom, slamming the door for good measure. I was alone on my walk since Harry and the others didn't have the same free period as me, I was walking quite fast so the sound of my shoes echoed throughout the empty corridor.

Once back at our dorm I walked in and heard water running, he must be taking a shower. I walked into the bathroom and saw him sitting in the tub, the water almost overflowing as he sobbed into his knees. I quickly ran over and shut off the water.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" I asked, sounding like an idiot.

"You already know, you twat." He sniffled, sending me a watery glare.

"I know that was stupid."  I kissed his forehead and rubbed his back. "Get dressed, we're going on a date."

"Where?" That seemed to peak his interest.

"Just meet me at the top of the Astronomy Tower in like ten to twenty minutes." I left the bathroom and went into the bedroom to change out of my school robes, after that I booked it to the kitchens.

I tickled the pear and pulled the door open, last time I was here they weren't really fond of me. I looked around at all the house-elves who had stopped their work on tonight's dinner and slowly waved at them.

"Ronald Weasley! Harry Potters best friend! How may we help you?" A house-elf came bounding toward me and I recognized him instantly, Kreacher.

"I need some food, I'm trying to surprise Draco since he's been having a rough time lately." I said, bending on one knee to look him in the eye. "Is that possible?"