Ron looked at his watch. He still had hours before classes with Zabini, but he had nothing to do. All his friends went to Hogsmeade and even Harry (who couldn't go to the village for obvious reasons) disappeared from the castle.
He calmly walked around the school and watched every detail of it. Every crack in the walls, every stain on the floor.
Unfortunately, after a while he began to get bored.
He was a long way from the common room and bedroom, and he didn't want to go all the way back up the stairs.
He leaned his back against the wall and slowly slid down. He set his things aside and looked at the ceiling.
He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the sun on his face. He felt tired, because he didn't sleep well the night before. He lost control more and more until he finally fell asleep. His red hair fell over his face, and his fingers were clenched on his bag.
He woke up a few hours later with back and neck pain. He opened his eyes and realized that it was probably very late. He looked at his watch for the hundredth time today.
He had three minutes to get to the library. He got up quickly, which he regretted just as quickly, because he felt dizzy and had to lean against the wall.
He saw the young man's face in his mind, and heard his venomous voice in his ears. He sped up. He stumbled to the library door, panting.
The clock showed 16:02. In Gryffindor's opinion, it could have been much worse, but apparently Zabini was of a different opinion.
"Being late is in your genes, Weasley?" He asked. Blaise sat quite close to the entrance, but in such a place that it was impossible to notice him.
Ron tried to find the source of the voice. He finally made it to the table and sat across from him.
"I have to admit, you surprised me. No one normal takes tutoring on Saturdays." Ronald looked down at his bag and fumbled for his textbooks.
"I wanted to make my life miserable by spending an hour of my precious time with you. You know, to make me hate myself a little bit more." The boy's gaze pierced him.
They both glared at each other furiously, but didn't make any more rude comments.
The boys looked at their textbooks for a while, looking for relevant topics. Suddenly, a question popped into Ron's mind but instead him, Zabini spoke up:
"Which part in particular do you not understand? If we don't hurry, we'll spend eternity here." His tone wasn't the most pleasant.
"Why did you just agree?" Ronald asked without answering. The Slytherin stared at him blankly, as if he had to think about his answer. This behavior made Ron want to know even more.
"I need to score points for my house, isn't it obvious?.” He glanced back at the textbook. Ronald, however, did not want to give the subject up.
"Why didn't you go with your gang to the village?" He asked the question much sharper. His voice pierced the air like a blade. Zabini looked uncomfortable now, his skin shining with sweat.
"You shouldn't give a shit, Weasley. Besides, I can't see either Potter or Granger with you either, so shut your stupid mouth and let me do my job." He replied. That was the end of the conversation.
Neither of them brought up the subject afterward, but Ron continued to stare at the Slytherin, searching for the real reason for his behavior.
Contrary to what Ron had expected, most of the tutoring wasn't that bad. They were calling each other names all the time and every now and then one of them rolled his eyes, but there were also moments when Ronald even thought that the Slytherin wasn't that bad. He even smiled once.
Everything went wrong only towards the end of the meeting.
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| Death Eater's love | Blairon |
Fanfiction!!English is not my native language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes!! Ron Weasley and Blaise Zabini were two of the most unlikely people to fall in love, but despite their differences, they found themselves drawn to each other in a way they...
