The Veela and The Red-Head

Its You

A/N The gay train has arrived. Also can anyone recommend any good Destiel, drarry or snarry books?

Ron's POV

I woke up and stretched before putting on my clothes and heading to breakfast. I didn't see Draco in the halls or at breakfast or in our charms class. "Ronald," Professor Flitwick called which snapped me out of my thoughts. "Can you answer?"

"What was the question?" I asked as I looked down at my desk.

"What spell reveals a human presence and detects intruders?" He asked slightly annoyed I was barely paying attention.

"Homenum revelio," I replied with an eye roll.

"Very good, Mr. Weasley, ten points to Gryffindor," he said with a pleasant smile.

Class continued in the same boring monotone as the History of Magic teachers class, I don't remember his name because I don't pay attention. After class I went to Herebology, my other class with Draco, and he wasn't in there either.

"We will be repotting the Flitterbloom plant today," Professor Sprout said happily. "Can anyone tell me anything about the Flitterbloom plant?"

Hermione's hand naturally shot up right after Sprout stopped talking. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"While the Flitterbloom plant looks strikingly similar to the Devils Snare, the Flitterbloom is completely harmless. It has long swaying tentacles which makes it similar to Devils Snare and it can be used as a garden plant or an indoor plant." She said quickly with a satisfied smile when she finished.

"Very good, ten points to Gryffindor," Professor Sprout said. "Now, get to your stations, it's a simple process, all you do is take them out of their current pots and make sure not to hurt the roots or tentacles and put them in the next pot."

I sighed as I walked over to Hermione who was smiling as she readied herself to repot Flitterbloom. "Have you seen Draco today?" I asked in a low whisper as we began taking the plant out of their current pot.

"Yes," she said matter of factly, she looked at me and sighed. "You should really talk to him, he doesn't seem well."

"What do you mean?" I asked with confusion lacing my tone.

"I mean, when I saw him his eyes were puffy like he had been crying," she explained as she reported her plant.

"I need to talk to him," I said softly with a nod of approval from her. "Professor Sprout? Can I use the bathroom?"

"Yes Weasley but hurry back," she said from her spot by Harry and Neville. I hurried from the room and went to Myrtles toilet where I heard soft sniffling.

"Draco?" I called softly, the sniffling stopped and was only broken by soft scuffling.

"What do you want?" I heard a rough but familiar voice ask.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I found him leaning against one of the far stalls.

"You know bloody well what's wrong," he muttered not lifting his head to look at me.

"Is it because of your mate?" I asked as I grabbed his hand.

"Yes, Weasel, it seems he's getting more and more stupid when I try to tell him," he replied with an eye roll.

"You know who he is?" I asked which earned a vigorous nod from him.

"I do, but so far he shows no interest in wanting to know," he replied as I looked down at my watch.

"Well, I have to get back to Herbology before I get detention," I said as I stood and offered him a hand.

"What do you want?" He asked with sneer as he furrowed his brows.