| Death Eater's love | Blairon |

Chapter I

It was quiet outside. Light wind moved the delicate leaves of the trees, and the sun was pleasantly warm.

Three teenagers sat under a spreading tree and enjoyed the beautiful day.
The girl with the red hair was just finishing braiding the blonde hair in front of her.

"Finished. What do you think Ron?" The girl asked the boy that looked similar to her. The redhead looked up from his school bag.

"Pretty." He commented and went back to searching through the bag.

"You could try harder." She replied. "Something's wrong? You've been looking for something for over ten minutes."

"I can't find my wand anywhere. Luna, did you see where I put it?" The blonde shook her head.

"Maybe you left it in the dormitory." She replied in a gentle tone.

"Maybe. I'll go look for it." The young man got up, said goodbye to his friends and directed his steps towards the tower.

The corridors were full of students from different houses. Most people gathered in small groups and talked about everything and nothing. Ron maneuvered between ghosts, teachers, and students.

Suddenly, he noticed that a white, crumpled piece of paper fell out of the pocket of a passing boy.
Ron, without thinking, picked up a scrap of paper and ran after the boy disappearing into the crowd.

"Wait!" He spoke louder so he could hear him over the crowd. Tall boy with a well-built body turned to him. As soon as he looked at his face, he looked away as if in shock, trying not to make eye contact.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked in a tired voice. The redhead waved a piece of paper in front of the stranger's nose.

Well, not complete stranger, Ron had passed him in the halls more than once, but they never spoke, and they had just few lessons together.

"You lost it." He said panting slightly.

"Thanks." The boy extended his right hand and took his property.

"I'm Ronald Weasley. We never really got to know each other." He replied. There was another reason why the boy seemed familiar. It was one of Malfoy's gang.

"I'm in a hurry." He was obviously uncomfortable.

Ronald glared at him, but he kept avoiding eye contact. He didn't seem shy, so Griffindor assumed it was pure dislike for him.

Blaise walked away quickly without looking back. Ronald turned on his heel and did the same thing.

Ron wasn't happy that the Slytherin had gotten away from him before their conversation went any further. Not that he wanted to, he hated anyone who was friends with Malfoy anyway, but he was curious why he reacted so strangely to him.

In a matter of moments, he was under the Fat Lady's painting.

"Pure blood." He said the password and stormed inside in search of his missing wand.

It was neither in the living room on the couch, or by the fireplace, or even in the bathroom. He searched the entire dormitory, but it was nowhere to be found.

In accord with his defeat, he threw himself on his bed and fell into a light sleep.