Frosty Love- A Ron Weasley love story

Frosty Love- A Ron Weasley love story (updated)

Pelting snowballs at a bad boy is so much fun. You get to hear him get so pissed off whenever a snowball hits him hard, and you get to laugh at him (and with him) every time a snowball hits...ahem...certain areas. Well, I was hanging out with my bestie, Draco and making history with the craziest snowball fight ever.

“Yo Coco, Zambi,” I yelled at Draco and Zambini,” Can’t fend off these!”

I took my flexible 13 inch willow wand (with unicorn tail) and pointed it at the gigantic mound of snowballs I had just made. Who am I and what exactly am I doing? 

Well, I’m Pasta Rocha and I live for 10 months a year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. My best friend is Draco Malfoy, and we’re both Slytherins. And yes my bestie is THE Draco Malfoy. No, he is not gay and yes he is quite good looking. He can be a bit annoying at times (scratch that, really annoying at times), but I love him like a brother, and what better way than to tick him and Zambi off than to ignite snowballs and aim them at the place where the sun don’t shine? Perverted, I know, but the results are quite funny...

Anyway, I took my kick-ass wand and set the snowballs aflame without getting them melted, and aimed them at the correct target. Thankfully once I let them go, the snowballs reached their target.

“AH! MY PENIS!“ yelled Coco and Zambi as I started laughing my butt off. They both glared at me and reached for their wands. They pointed them at me and yelled, “ Expelliarmus!”

I ducked and yelled,” Hey! We didn’t discuss this!” And jumped from the safety of my snow fort and charged at them.

Draco and Zambini’s eyes widened and they screamed,” We’re done for!” And ran as if a dementor was chasing after them to give them a kiss. I laughed hysterically and ran faster.

Zambini was extremely fast and outran me, but Draco... well, he’s fast, but not the fastest.

I caught up to Coco and tackled him. I knew my eyes were glinting evilly (I’d been practising that) as I smirked and said, ”Why hello my little Coco. How’re your pants?!” 

“Look what you did to me!” he yelled frustrated.

He gestured downward and I started laughing so hard my sides ached. There, just under his torso his robes were burned, deep enough to show his quidditch boxers. Oh Coco. That boy deserved this after placing a dung bomb in my dormitory and setting it off. Oh, and for telling that Ron kid I thought he was hot.

Draco rolled his eyes and shoved me off him. “Pas. You’d better watch what you’re doing. Those robes cost 100 gallons. My father will be angry.”

I rolled my eyes and imitated in a squeaky high pitched voice,” OMG! My father will be so angry!” Then I changed to my regular voice.” Seriously, Draco? Like I’m scared of your father? What’s he going to do, send me to Azkaban to live with the dementors?” I pulled my cloak over my head and put my arms in front of me. “I’m coming to get you Draco.”

Draco grabbed my shoulders and started cracking up. “You can’t pull that one on me!” He laughed.” That’s what I use to scare Potter!”

I smiled and told him in a spooky voice, “But who knows! Dracykins might also be scared of itty little dementors. Ooooohh!” I did my best imitation of a dementor’s moan and staggered towards him. He laughed and threw a snowball at my chest. I started chasing him and we soon ended up in the slytherin dormitory.

A bunch of Slytherin guys started wolf-whistling as Draco and I entered the dormitory, sweaty and exhausted. 

“So, did you two have fun in the snow, Draco?” Some seventh year I didn’t know joked.

Draco glared at him and reminded him that we were good friends and we were not dating.

“Shut up people,” I told them,” besides, I have to get out of my wet clothes.” I started climbing up to the girls’ dormitory when someone suggested that Draco should come up to my room with me.

I didn’t stay to see what would happen next, but I guessed that Draco probably started beating him up.