Dron, Our Story

I Promise

Rons POV

4 Days Later. Its about 7 pm and Im heading for dinner. Today most year 5s have went to Hogsmeade. I didnt go as my punishment and I feel sad about that, I really wanted to go since Hermione and Harry went but im just stuck here, alone. I enter the Great Hall and see all of the students sitting, only year 5 are missing. I sit down by Ginny, Fred and George. We talk and eat for a few minutes when I decide to glance over at Malfoy. I wonder if hes here. I look at the Slytherin table and see him, hes sitting by a few year 6s, but not talking to them, just staring somewhere. I continue eating, sometimes glancing at him. Ever since that kiss.. or make out, I cant stop thinking about him. Hell, I dont even feel much for my girlfriend anymore.. I dont know why. Shes a good girlfriend, pretty and caring but her kisses and just everything about her doesnt attract me anymore. And its not like I dont like her, I dont look at girls anymore and think 'Bloody Hell, shes hot". Am I turning gay? Suddenly, "Ron! Ron!" I realise ive been daydreaming. "Finally, are you even on this earth?" Ginny asks. "Oi, I was just thinking." I reply and glance at Malfoy. But hes not here anymore. "Wait, where did Malfoy go?" I ask Ginny. She furrows her eyebrows. "I dont know, why are you asking?" She asks and also looks at the Slytherin table. "No reason.." I reply. "Snape just took him somewhere" George says. "Oh Okay, thanks" I reply, I wonder what Snape wants from him. But arent they like family or something? Im pretty sure they are. Why am I thinking about this? It doesnt matter, hes not my boyfriend or something. I blush at my own thoughts. Malfoy as my boyfriend..

Dracos POV

"What is it?" I ask Snape as we enter his office. "Your Father is here to see you" My eyes widen. "W-What? Why?" I ask aand Snape shrugs. "He said to have a talk with you." Snape replies. I gulp nervously. Shit. "Did you tell my father about the fight after quidditch?.." I ask and Snape looks at me. "Yes, I did" I feel my body weaken. Oh no. Suddenly the doors open and my father enters, with a smile. Its clearly fake. "Hello Snape. Thank you for your letter, I will talk with him." He says and shakes hands with Snape. "Come on, son" We leave Snapes office and stand in the empty dark hall. "Father.." I say. "Hows Transformation?" He asks me calmly. "Ive gotten better, I earned 10 points last lesson." I say, hopefully hes proud. He just nods. "Draco. I heard you got into a muggle fight with Weasley. Why?" He asks, holding on his crane with a snake on the end. "We were playing quidditch and Potter caught the snitch." I explain. "Why didnt you get the snitch?" He asks, he hates Potter, more than I do. "I was about to.. he just did it quicker." I say and father sighs. "I didnt raise you to lose to that Potter! You are suppose to be on top at everything! Why is he always beating you?!" I dont reply. "Fine, that is a talk for another time.. Right now I want to know exactly everything about the fight." He demands. "Well, we got into an argument and he just jumped on me, punching." I explain. "So he did all of this?" He refers to my bruises. I slightly nod. "Did you fight back?" He asks. "I did, but he hit me first so it was harder for me..." I say. "Where is Weasley right now?" He asks and I feel my body stiffen. "Im not sure.." I lie. "Tell me where he is, Draco!" Father shouts. "In the Great Hall.." Father starts walking quickly to the Great Hall and my eyes widen, no no no! "Father, wait! Please dont!" I shout and grab his arm. I cant let him hurt Ron.. "What..." Father turns around and glares at me. "Please, dont go there, I dont want you to." I reply. Father walks up to me. "Are you defending that filthy Weasel?.." I take a few steps backwards. "Please Father.. just dont.." I whisper. "Looks like you havent recieved a beating in a long time, now you are defending Weasley??!!" He screams. "I-" Suddenly Father raises his cone. "I will make sure you dont even remember Weasleys name!".

Rons POV

I walk out of the Great Hall and head to my room, I walk upstairs, why is there so many stairs here? And where are all the people? The 3rd floor is literally empty. I suddenly hear shouts. My curiosty takes over and I walk to the hall that the noises come from. "Please, dont go there, I dont want you to" I realise, thats Malfoys voice. I walk quicker and reach the hall, but hide so I can only hear. I hear footsteps come closer. "Are you defending taht filthy Weasel?" My eyes widen. That disgusting mean voice, its Lucius. Hate him. What are they talking about? Is it about me? .. "Please Father, just dont.." I barely hear, it was a whisper. I hear in Malfoys voice, hes scared. "Looks like you havent recieved a beating in a long time, now you are defending Weasley?!" Lucius screams, making me immediatley turn my head around the corner and see whats happening. I see Malfoys back and Lucius, hes raised that awful cane. "I will make sure you dont even remember Weasleys name!" Malfoy puts his arms in front of his face, waiting for the hit. No! I run up and stand in front of Malfoy and grab Lucius wrist from hitting him. "What the.. Weasley?!" He exclaims and his eyebrows furrow. "Stop!" I shout at him. "Do not talk to me you filthy pig!" He shouts and swings his cane from my grasp, the metal snake smacking me across the face. I wince in pain and take a step back. "You will regret this." He says before dissapearing, only black smoke is left. "Are you okay?" I turn around and look at Malfoy. Suddenly, he hugs me. I hug him back. "Thank you" He whispers in my ear and pulls back after a few seconds. He looks at me and his eyes widen, "Oh shit, your cut!" He says and I touch my cheek, theres blood running down. Malfoy takes out his wand "Let me help" He says and puts his hand on my chin, turning my face the other way and pointing his wand at the cut. He whispers some spell and my cut get healed, it makes me slightly wince as my skin moves back to its normal place. "Thanks" I say and touch my now smooth cheek. "So.. is he always like this?.." I ask and Malfoy frowns and looks to the ground. "I dont want to talk about it.." He replies and I feel awkward. Why did I ask? "Right.. sorry" I mumble. "Please dont tell anyone about this, not even Potter." He says and looks at me with his blue icy eyes. "Okay, I promise" I say and slightly smile.