Curse of the Houses
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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1,604
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5
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The Note
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, etc. they all belong to J.K. Rowling and her people. I’m just borrowing them and intend to return them… eventually.
Chapter Four: The Note
Draco watched as Ron fled from the classroom, flinching as the large, wooden door banged against the damp, dungeon wall. The class fell silent at the noise and Draco turned to see the eyes of every student in the room on him. He noticed Potter, whose eyes were full of anger and hatred; he obviously thought Draco had said something to upset his friend.
“What in the name of Merlin is going on?” Snape’s voice shattered the silence, causing many of the students, including Draco, to jump. Snape appeared in front of him, a sneer glued to his face.
“Nothing, sir,” Draco replied, stupidly, but he was still so shocked at Ron’s admission, that he wasn’t able to think of a good lie to cover for the both of them. Snape raised an eyebrow at the obvious fib, but said nothing more.
“Get back to work,” Snape bellowed, turning to the rest of the students. He then glared once more at Draco, before returning to his desk.
Draco slumped into his seat still trying to get his head around what Ron had admitted. A small smile made its way onto Draco’s face. Getting Ron to be his was going to be easier than he had first thought.
*@*
Ron flew down the corridor and up the stairs that led to the Entrance Hall. He wanted to be as far away from the Dungeons as possible. He kept running until he got to the bottom of the moving staircase, where he sat down and tried to catch his breath. He breathed in large gulps of air as his heartbeat slowly began to return to its normal steady rhythm.
He still could not believe what had happened back in the potions classroom. He could not have stayed there, not now that Draco knew he had been thinking of him. He knew he was in for it the next time he saw Snape, but that was the least of Ron’s worries, as he knew that whatever punishment Snape could dish out would be nothing compared to what would happen to him when he next saw Draco.
Ron reached round to look in his bag for his timetable, next lesson would start soon, but groaned when he realised he had left it in the potions classroom. There was no way he was going to go back for it, so he made his way up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping no one would miss him in his next class.
*@*
As the lesson continued, Draco spotted Ron’s bag, lying on the ground next to the unoccupied seat beside him. An idea formed in his head and he grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to quickly scribble down a note. He slipped the parchment into Ron’s bag with a smug grin just as Snape ordered them to begin packing away their equipment.
“What did you say to him, Malfoy?” a voice came from behind him. Draco turned to see Potter stood with Granger; both had anger blazing in their eyes and looked ready to kill.
“Nothing, Potter. Not that it’s any of your business,” Draco drawled. He wasn’t afraid of the Gryffindors, even though he didn’t have Goyle and Crabbe behind him.
“I think you’ll find it is my business, Ron’s my friend and if you’ve done something to upset him then you’re going to pay,” Draco noticed Potter’s hand curl around the edge of the wand in his pocket and after a couple of moments of glaring at each other, he picked up Ron’s bag and headed out of the classroom. Granger following him like a sheep.
*@*
Ron met up with his friends in the Great Hall after spending the whole morning lounging on his bed and fretting over what would happen the next time he saw Draco.
“Hey, Ron, where have you been? You missed two lessons,” Hermione said, as Ron took a seat across from her at the table. Both Harry and Hermione were staring at him and Ron knew they both wanted to know what had gone on in the Potions lesson earlier that day. However, Ron wasn’t about to tell them anything about it and had already decided to avoid that topic at all costs.
“I was just in my room. Did you get my bag from the Potions classroom?” Ron replied. He began to pile food onto his plate as Harry handed him his bag over the table.
“So, are you going to tell us why you left class like that?” Harry asked.
“No,” he quickly replied. He really didn’t want to lie to his friends, but the truth was definitely not an option. He didn’t even want to imagine the looks that would cross the faces of his two best friends if they ever found out about his growing desire towards Draco Malfoy.
“What did Malfoy say to you?” asked Harry. The other boy clearly looked concerned for his friend, but Ron could also see the hatred that burned within Harry for the blond-haired Slytherin.
“He didn’t say anything, Harry,” Ron replied, hoping that Harry would drop the subject.
“He must have said something to you. Otherwise why would you have left so suddenly?” Hermione asked taking a break from the schoolwork she was doing.
“He didn’t say anything, okay! Will you just leave it?” he snapped, slamming his fork down onto his plate. He didn’t much like eating anymore. Picking up his bag, he stormed out of the Great Hall. He wasn’t really angry with Harry and Hermione, he knew they were only looking out for him, but sometimes he felt smothered by them.
He had made it half way to the moving staircase when he heard someone calling his name. It was the voice of a person he, until recently, had loathed with an immense passion. He felt his heartbeat increase; he didn’t want to see Draco, or the disgust that would be written on his face. He continued walking, his pace speeding up, as he pretended he had not heard the voice.
“Ron!” the voice came again, but this time it was much louder. It was only then that it struck the redhead that Draco had been calling him by first name. Ron turned to see Draco pushing his way through crowds of students that had appeared on the corridor. He frowned; the corridor had been clear when he had made his way through the hall. Draco was getting closer when, right in front of the blond, a fight broke out between a second year Slytherin and a second year Gryffindor, causing all the students to surround the brawling boys. Ron watched as Draco continued his attempt to push his way across the corridor, but was repeatedly pushed back the crowd of chanting students.
Seeing that Draco was stuck at the other side of the on going fight, Ron began to once again make his way to his first lesson of the afternoon. He still didn’t want to be anywhere near Draco, for fear that the other boy would hex him because of his admission that morning. Though, Ron was now curious as to why the Slytherin had been calling him by his first name, when Draco had always called him ‘Weasley’ or even ‘Weasel’.
He soon arrived at the classroom for his Muggle Studies lesson and found he was the first one there. He took his seat and began pulling his things out of his bag. As he did so he noticed a scrap piece of parchment at the bottom of his bag, and as he pulled it out, he noticed it had been written on.
Ron,
Meet me at the Astronomy Tower as 11.30 tonight.
Draco
Ron stared at the note, blinking a few times to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. Why would Draco ask him to meet him? He was still staring at the note five minutes later when he heard the door creek open and a group of students entered the room. He quickly stuffed the note into his robes pocket, as the room started to fill up.
*@*
The fight that had broken out between the two second year students had eventually been broken up by Professor McGonagall, but much to Draco’s displeasure it had been far to late for him to catch up with Ron.
When the bell had rung, signalling the end of lunchtime, Draco had slumped off to his next lesson with one question on his mind. Would Ron show up at the Astronomy Tower that night?
Chapter Four: The Note
Draco watched as Ron fled from the classroom, flinching as the large, wooden door banged against the damp, dungeon wall. The class fell silent at the noise and Draco turned to see the eyes of every student in the room on him. He noticed Potter, whose eyes were full of anger and hatred; he obviously thought Draco had said something to upset his friend.
“What in the name of Merlin is going on?” Snape’s voice shattered the silence, causing many of the students, including Draco, to jump. Snape appeared in front of him, a sneer glued to his face.
“Nothing, sir,” Draco replied, stupidly, but he was still so shocked at Ron’s admission, that he wasn’t able to think of a good lie to cover for the both of them. Snape raised an eyebrow at the obvious fib, but said nothing more.
“Get back to work,” Snape bellowed, turning to the rest of the students. He then glared once more at Draco, before returning to his desk.
Draco slumped into his seat still trying to get his head around what Ron had admitted. A small smile made its way onto Draco’s face. Getting Ron to be his was going to be easier than he had first thought.
*@*
Ron flew down the corridor and up the stairs that led to the Entrance Hall. He wanted to be as far away from the Dungeons as possible. He kept running until he got to the bottom of the moving staircase, where he sat down and tried to catch his breath. He breathed in large gulps of air as his heartbeat slowly began to return to its normal steady rhythm.
He still could not believe what had happened back in the potions classroom. He could not have stayed there, not now that Draco knew he had been thinking of him. He knew he was in for it the next time he saw Snape, but that was the least of Ron’s worries, as he knew that whatever punishment Snape could dish out would be nothing compared to what would happen to him when he next saw Draco.
Ron reached round to look in his bag for his timetable, next lesson would start soon, but groaned when he realised he had left it in the potions classroom. There was no way he was going to go back for it, so he made his way up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping no one would miss him in his next class.
*@*
As the lesson continued, Draco spotted Ron’s bag, lying on the ground next to the unoccupied seat beside him. An idea formed in his head and he grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to quickly scribble down a note. He slipped the parchment into Ron’s bag with a smug grin just as Snape ordered them to begin packing away their equipment.
“What did you say to him, Malfoy?” a voice came from behind him. Draco turned to see Potter stood with Granger; both had anger blazing in their eyes and looked ready to kill.
“Nothing, Potter. Not that it’s any of your business,” Draco drawled. He wasn’t afraid of the Gryffindors, even though he didn’t have Goyle and Crabbe behind him.
“I think you’ll find it is my business, Ron’s my friend and if you’ve done something to upset him then you’re going to pay,” Draco noticed Potter’s hand curl around the edge of the wand in his pocket and after a couple of moments of glaring at each other, he picked up Ron’s bag and headed out of the classroom. Granger following him like a sheep.
*@*
Ron met up with his friends in the Great Hall after spending the whole morning lounging on his bed and fretting over what would happen the next time he saw Draco.
“Hey, Ron, where have you been? You missed two lessons,” Hermione said, as Ron took a seat across from her at the table. Both Harry and Hermione were staring at him and Ron knew they both wanted to know what had gone on in the Potions lesson earlier that day. However, Ron wasn’t about to tell them anything about it and had already decided to avoid that topic at all costs.
“I was just in my room. Did you get my bag from the Potions classroom?” Ron replied. He began to pile food onto his plate as Harry handed him his bag over the table.
“So, are you going to tell us why you left class like that?” Harry asked.
“No,” he quickly replied. He really didn’t want to lie to his friends, but the truth was definitely not an option. He didn’t even want to imagine the looks that would cross the faces of his two best friends if they ever found out about his growing desire towards Draco Malfoy.
“What did Malfoy say to you?” asked Harry. The other boy clearly looked concerned for his friend, but Ron could also see the hatred that burned within Harry for the blond-haired Slytherin.
“He didn’t say anything, Harry,” Ron replied, hoping that Harry would drop the subject.
“He must have said something to you. Otherwise why would you have left so suddenly?” Hermione asked taking a break from the schoolwork she was doing.
“He didn’t say anything, okay! Will you just leave it?” he snapped, slamming his fork down onto his plate. He didn’t much like eating anymore. Picking up his bag, he stormed out of the Great Hall. He wasn’t really angry with Harry and Hermione, he knew they were only looking out for him, but sometimes he felt smothered by them.
He had made it half way to the moving staircase when he heard someone calling his name. It was the voice of a person he, until recently, had loathed with an immense passion. He felt his heartbeat increase; he didn’t want to see Draco, or the disgust that would be written on his face. He continued walking, his pace speeding up, as he pretended he had not heard the voice.
“Ron!” the voice came again, but this time it was much louder. It was only then that it struck the redhead that Draco had been calling him by first name. Ron turned to see Draco pushing his way through crowds of students that had appeared on the corridor. He frowned; the corridor had been clear when he had made his way through the hall. Draco was getting closer when, right in front of the blond, a fight broke out between a second year Slytherin and a second year Gryffindor, causing all the students to surround the brawling boys. Ron watched as Draco continued his attempt to push his way across the corridor, but was repeatedly pushed back the crowd of chanting students.
Seeing that Draco was stuck at the other side of the on going fight, Ron began to once again make his way to his first lesson of the afternoon. He still didn’t want to be anywhere near Draco, for fear that the other boy would hex him because of his admission that morning. Though, Ron was now curious as to why the Slytherin had been calling him by his first name, when Draco had always called him ‘Weasley’ or even ‘Weasel’.
He soon arrived at the classroom for his Muggle Studies lesson and found he was the first one there. He took his seat and began pulling his things out of his bag. As he did so he noticed a scrap piece of parchment at the bottom of his bag, and as he pulled it out, he noticed it had been written on.
Ron,
Meet me at the Astronomy Tower as 11.30 tonight.
Draco
Ron stared at the note, blinking a few times to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. Why would Draco ask him to meet him? He was still staring at the note five minutes later when he heard the door creek open and a group of students entered the room. He quickly stuffed the note into his robes pocket, as the room started to fill up.
*@*
The fight that had broken out between the two second year students had eventually been broken up by Professor McGonagall, but much to Draco’s displeasure it had been far to late for him to catch up with Ron.
When the bell had rung, signalling the end of lunchtime, Draco had slumped off to his next lesson with one question on his mind. Would Ron show up at the Astronomy Tower that night?