Draco's Wife

Almost Normal

"Ha! Weasley thinks he can play Quidditch, does he?" Draco scoffed during one of our dinner breaks.

"He couldn't hit a ball if it was moving slower than a snail!" Crabbe remarked.

"Or even a turtle!" Goyle added. They all laughed. I looked over and noticed they were obviously saying these things to draw attention to themselves. I could see the eyes from other tables drift over to ours, and with them their disapproving looks.

"You know; I don't see Ron here?" Draco asked sarcastically looking around, "Do you think he's crying in the bathroom because he knows he'll never make the team," He snickered with fake sympathy.

"You scared Draco? 'Fraid Weasley's going to be better than you," Pansy prodded from further down the table. Clearly still pissed at him. He ridiculed her question.

"No Pansy. I'm not scared. Ron stinks in all uses of the term. I would never fear facing a Weasley. They're weak. The brothers were hardly a problem and could barely work together," He spat, "Thinking their bloods' pure because of their family history. Well, I'd say that their blood is the filthiest of them all," He laughed mockingly. The doors to the dining pavilion opened and the famous trio walked in.

"Why look who it is? The brand new Quidditch captain," Draco mocked standing up from his seat and bowing.

"Lay off Malfoy." Harry barked.

"Well. I just wanted to know how the newest member of the team was doing? I mean really, I can already think of all the negatives your team may face in the next few months; with Weasley now on board who knows? It's not like he offers anything... good? He can't afford it," Draco laughed and looked to his friends for support; they complied with insults of their own.

"I've improved since the beginning of the year," Ron defended stepping in front Potter.

"Had the spot for that long Weasley? Well count me impressed. I didn't think you'd make it past the first practice!" He mocked again. The trio pushed past Draco clearly enraged but were unable to do anything about it. Draco sniggered as they took their spot at the Gryffindor table. The rest of the time they were eating Draco and his gang were quite obviously plotting something. I tried to listen in on what they said, and I couldn't make out any definite details, but I knew they were planning on mocking Ron. In a big way.

One specific week the Slytherin Quidditch team and a few other Slytherins went to a Gryffindor training practice and insulted Ron. I didn't know exactly what they said, but they did distract Ron during a practice game. In doing so Ron gave Katie Bell a bloody nose. The Slytherin's came back laughing their butts off. They enjoyed making fun of Ron. I suppose it was easy to; he wasn't the most put together person and lashed out easily.

The next week Draco's gang strolled around school smugger than ever; obviously proud of some kind of stupid achievement they had just accomplished. They passed me, so I asked:

"What makes you all so confident today?" I folded my arms. Draco turned to me and gave me a smirk.

"We're about to ruin Weasley's life," He said simply.

"Haven't you done that already? Haven't you done enough?" I sighed raising an eyebrow.

"Perhaps... But this time it is more... fun." He clarified leaning more forward. I could see excitement in his eyes. I uncrossed my arms and became slightly worried.

"How come?" I asked. Draco looked as his colleagues for their approval and then turned back to me. He smiled.

"Because we wrote a song about him," He whispered wickedly. I raised my hands.