Curse of the Houses
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Rendezvous in the night
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, etc. they all belong to J.K. Rowling and her people and I make no profit from this work.
Chapter Five: Rendezvous in the night
Draco arrived at the Astronomy Tower at 11.15. He kept telling himself that he had set off early so that he had enough time to sneak from the dungeons to the Tower, but subconsciously he knew he was just simply eager to see Ron. He sat on a bench and stared up at the many stars that littered the sky. His thoughts soon turned to the beautiful redhead who was due to arrive in just less than fifteen minutes. A smile pulled at his lips as he imagined what Ron’s red hair and gleaming blue eyes would look like, glittering in the moonlight.
He looked at his watch, realising that there was still five minutes left before 11.30. Draco felt his stomach tighten and knot with anticipation, he couldn’t wait any longer, he just wanted to see Ron. Then his mind wondered to what he would actually say when the redhead got there. He hadn’t really thought about that when he had decided to meet Ron, he had just wanted to see him without anything else getting in the way.
*@*
Ron sat on his bed staring at the note he had found in his bag earlier that day. He couldn’t think of any other reason why Draco would want to meet up with him, other than to either hex him or to order Crabbe and Goyle to beat him to a pulp. However, the longer he stared at the note, the more his curiosity grew. He would have ignored the note completely had it not been for the fact that Draco had chased after him at the end of lunchtime and had called out to him using his first name.
The other four occupants of Ron’s dormitory were all sleeping and Ron could hear the soft snores of Neville Longbottom. It was almost 11.30 and Ron still hadn’t decided if he was going to risk going to the Astronomy Tower. He looked over at Harry’s bed and noticed his best friend’s invisibility cloak sticking out of one of the bedside drawers. He glanced at his watch; it was 11.28, which meant he had two minutes to get to the tower if he wanted to see Draco. His curiosity got the better of him and he slid out of bed, crept over to Harry’s drawers, and gently pulled the cloak out. After quickly shoving his feet into his trainers, he set off to the Astronomy Tower, which unfortunately for Ron, was at the opposite side of the large castle.
*@*
Looking at his watch once again, Draco noticed that is was now 11.30. He stared at the door, holding his breath and expecting Ron to walk through it any second. He waited and waited and waited, but the door never opened. He felt his heart drop and a dull ache erupted in his chest. He couldn’t think of anything and suddenly his own breathing sounded very loud to his own ears. He wanted to hold onto the hope that Ron may simply just be running late, but something inside told him that Ron wasn’t coming. He didn’t know what it was that made him so sure, but something rippled within him and made him believe it.
He didn’t know whether to scream or cry, so he did neither. He stayed sat on the bench, his gaze trained to the sky in front of him. He didn’t want to cry, that would make him weak and over a Weasley, which made the fact that he had silver tears sailing down his cheeks even more pathetic. He quickly wiped away the unwelcome tears and stood, walking to the door and reached for the doorknob to leave.
*@*
Ron was almost at the Astronomy Tower when he heard a screech. Looking around he noticed Filch’s cat, Mrs Norris, staring right at him. He tried to shoo the messy little cat away, but it continued to stare at him. He pulled Harry’s invisibility cloak around him tighter and resumed walking, but the cat followed. Mrs Norris then began to meow loudly, the noise echoing down the empty hallway. Then Ron heard the tedious voice of Filch, calling out for his beloved pet.
“What are you meowing at, Mrs Norris? Is someone doing something they shouldn’t be?” Ron watched as Filch rounded the corner and limped towards him. He silently moved towards the wall as the old caretaker limped past him and picked up his cat, looking around for the cause of Mrs Norris’ outburst. Ron breathed a sigh of relief when Filch continued on his way, taking the horrible little cat with him.
He looked at his watch, 11.33. He was three minutes late. Hoping Draco would wait, he began running towards the Astronomy Tower. It was 11.36 when he reached for the door; he pulled off the invisibility cloak and reached for the knob of the wooden door that led to the top of the Astronomy Tower.
*@*
Draco pulled open the door and ended up staring straight into the deep blue eyes of Ronald Weasley. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the beautiful, flushed face before him. He took in the sight of Ron’s freckles and his beautifully shaped nose and kissable lips. He then he looked up into nervous and slightly fearful eyes, which also seemed to hold a flicker of curiosity.
“You came,” he finally managed to say, though his voice sounded small, distant and strangled.
*@*
“Yeah, I came. What did you want to meet me for?” Ron replied, noticing that Draco eye’s where red and puffy as if he had been crying.
Draco began walking back out on the top of the tower and Ron followed him, hoping the blond wasn’t planning to push him off the top of the building or something equally as drastic. He was starting to wonder why he had actually come here. What if Draco was trying to kill him?
He watched as Draco took a seat on one of the benches and looked up at him with wide eyes. Ron stared back at Draco, noticing how the light from the full moon shimmered on his milky white skin.
“I’m glad you came. I think… I think we need to talk,” Draco said.
*@*
The sight of Ron in the moonlight awed Draco. It was nothing like he had imagined, but rather so much better. The dull light highlighted every stunning feature on the redheads face, making it breath-taking to look at.
“What do you want to talk about?” Draco noticed Ron’s cheeks flush and knew that he was embarrassed about the unwanted admission he had made that morning. He felt a rush of confidence flow through him as he looked at Ron.
“I had this dream last night, it felt so real. I was kissing you and you tasted so good,” Draco said, a smile on his face at the memory of the flavour the dream had left on his lips the night before. He noticed Ron’s brow fuse for a moment before the redhead shook it off and caught Draco’s silver eyes with his blue ones.
*@*
Ron didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent as he stared down into Draco’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if what Draco was saying was true, but if he was lying, the blond was certainly a terrific actor.
“’When you said it was me you were thinking of this morning I almost died of happiness. Actually, the happiness came after, at first, I was shocked. Ron, I’ve thought about you so much in the past couple of years that hearing you say that was like a dream come true,” Draco continued to look at him with the same loving emotion emitting from his eyes.
Ron was stunned. He couldn’t believe that Draco Malfoy was actually saying this too him. He had a fleeting thought that maybe it was trick; a plot to humiliate him, but something pulled at him making him believe it was true. Only one thing made him think otherwise.
“But you hate me,” Ron said, his voice sounded strange to him. Draco gave a small snort of laughter and looked down at the feet.
*@*
“No, I don’t,” Draco shook his head wanting to tell Ron he was sorry for all the trouble he had cause over the past six years, but not having the courage to do so.
“Well I hate you,’ Draco head shot up at Ron’s words. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest as anger began to rise in him. Ron words had cut deep, even though he knew over the past years they had both fought each other with pure hatred, but Draco thought that that feeling had changed for Ron, just as it had for him.
“But you… you said… this morning. You couldn’t have been lying, the potion made sure of that,” he stood, his face coming close to Ron’s. His anger was increasing and his fists clenched unconsciously.
“I wasn’t lying. I don’t know what’s happening, but for the past six years all I felt towards you was hate and now I come back this year and suddenly all my bloody fantasies feature none other than the person that has caused me nothing but grief. But I want it, I want my fantasies to come true, but I don’t think I could ever trust you Draco. How do I even know that everything you’ve said tonight isn’t just a plot to humiliate me?” Draco felt the anger seep out of him during Ron’s rant and he’d felt a burst of bliss run trough his body when the redhead had said his name. It had never sounded as good as when it rolled out of those lips.
*@*
Ron couldn’t believe he had just said what he had; he had just told Draco that he wanted him. Now he was really in for it. Draco would probably do more than just humiliate him, now he would probably try to destroy him.
The other boy was stood so close to him, that if Ron just leaned forward ever so slightly their lips would meet. He wanted that, wanted to know if Draco’s hair was as soft in real life as in his dream, and if his lips tasted as sweet. Draco had yet to say anything about Ron’s rant and the redhead took a step away from him as the temptation to just lean forward and take what he wanted was getting to strong.
“I don’t want to humiliate you. I don’t know how to prove that to you, but it’s really not what I want. I want exactly what you want, my fantasies of you to come true,” the temptation became to strong for Ron and without thinking too much about it, he closed the space between them and firmly pressed his lips to Draco’s.
*@*
Draco felt as if fireworks were erupting in his stomach as he opened his mouth up to Ron’s shy tongue. He slid his own tongue into play, but as he pressed it against Ron’s, the redhead jerked his head away and, for the second time that day, left Draco staring at his quickly retreating form.
Chapter Five: Rendezvous in the night
Draco arrived at the Astronomy Tower at 11.15. He kept telling himself that he had set off early so that he had enough time to sneak from the dungeons to the Tower, but subconsciously he knew he was just simply eager to see Ron. He sat on a bench and stared up at the many stars that littered the sky. His thoughts soon turned to the beautiful redhead who was due to arrive in just less than fifteen minutes. A smile pulled at his lips as he imagined what Ron’s red hair and gleaming blue eyes would look like, glittering in the moonlight.
He looked at his watch, realising that there was still five minutes left before 11.30. Draco felt his stomach tighten and knot with anticipation, he couldn’t wait any longer, he just wanted to see Ron. Then his mind wondered to what he would actually say when the redhead got there. He hadn’t really thought about that when he had decided to meet Ron, he had just wanted to see him without anything else getting in the way.
*@*
Ron sat on his bed staring at the note he had found in his bag earlier that day. He couldn’t think of any other reason why Draco would want to meet up with him, other than to either hex him or to order Crabbe and Goyle to beat him to a pulp. However, the longer he stared at the note, the more his curiosity grew. He would have ignored the note completely had it not been for the fact that Draco had chased after him at the end of lunchtime and had called out to him using his first name.
The other four occupants of Ron’s dormitory were all sleeping and Ron could hear the soft snores of Neville Longbottom. It was almost 11.30 and Ron still hadn’t decided if he was going to risk going to the Astronomy Tower. He looked over at Harry’s bed and noticed his best friend’s invisibility cloak sticking out of one of the bedside drawers. He glanced at his watch; it was 11.28, which meant he had two minutes to get to the tower if he wanted to see Draco. His curiosity got the better of him and he slid out of bed, crept over to Harry’s drawers, and gently pulled the cloak out. After quickly shoving his feet into his trainers, he set off to the Astronomy Tower, which unfortunately for Ron, was at the opposite side of the large castle.
*@*
Looking at his watch once again, Draco noticed that is was now 11.30. He stared at the door, holding his breath and expecting Ron to walk through it any second. He waited and waited and waited, but the door never opened. He felt his heart drop and a dull ache erupted in his chest. He couldn’t think of anything and suddenly his own breathing sounded very loud to his own ears. He wanted to hold onto the hope that Ron may simply just be running late, but something inside told him that Ron wasn’t coming. He didn’t know what it was that made him so sure, but something rippled within him and made him believe it.
He didn’t know whether to scream or cry, so he did neither. He stayed sat on the bench, his gaze trained to the sky in front of him. He didn’t want to cry, that would make him weak and over a Weasley, which made the fact that he had silver tears sailing down his cheeks even more pathetic. He quickly wiped away the unwelcome tears and stood, walking to the door and reached for the doorknob to leave.
*@*
Ron was almost at the Astronomy Tower when he heard a screech. Looking around he noticed Filch’s cat, Mrs Norris, staring right at him. He tried to shoo the messy little cat away, but it continued to stare at him. He pulled Harry’s invisibility cloak around him tighter and resumed walking, but the cat followed. Mrs Norris then began to meow loudly, the noise echoing down the empty hallway. Then Ron heard the tedious voice of Filch, calling out for his beloved pet.
“What are you meowing at, Mrs Norris? Is someone doing something they shouldn’t be?” Ron watched as Filch rounded the corner and limped towards him. He silently moved towards the wall as the old caretaker limped past him and picked up his cat, looking around for the cause of Mrs Norris’ outburst. Ron breathed a sigh of relief when Filch continued on his way, taking the horrible little cat with him.
He looked at his watch, 11.33. He was three minutes late. Hoping Draco would wait, he began running towards the Astronomy Tower. It was 11.36 when he reached for the door; he pulled off the invisibility cloak and reached for the knob of the wooden door that led to the top of the Astronomy Tower.
*@*
Draco pulled open the door and ended up staring straight into the deep blue eyes of Ronald Weasley. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the beautiful, flushed face before him. He took in the sight of Ron’s freckles and his beautifully shaped nose and kissable lips. He then he looked up into nervous and slightly fearful eyes, which also seemed to hold a flicker of curiosity.
“You came,” he finally managed to say, though his voice sounded small, distant and strangled.
*@*
“Yeah, I came. What did you want to meet me for?” Ron replied, noticing that Draco eye’s where red and puffy as if he had been crying.
Draco began walking back out on the top of the tower and Ron followed him, hoping the blond wasn’t planning to push him off the top of the building or something equally as drastic. He was starting to wonder why he had actually come here. What if Draco was trying to kill him?
He watched as Draco took a seat on one of the benches and looked up at him with wide eyes. Ron stared back at Draco, noticing how the light from the full moon shimmered on his milky white skin.
“I’m glad you came. I think… I think we need to talk,” Draco said.
*@*
The sight of Ron in the moonlight awed Draco. It was nothing like he had imagined, but rather so much better. The dull light highlighted every stunning feature on the redheads face, making it breath-taking to look at.
“What do you want to talk about?” Draco noticed Ron’s cheeks flush and knew that he was embarrassed about the unwanted admission he had made that morning. He felt a rush of confidence flow through him as he looked at Ron.
“I had this dream last night, it felt so real. I was kissing you and you tasted so good,” Draco said, a smile on his face at the memory of the flavour the dream had left on his lips the night before. He noticed Ron’s brow fuse for a moment before the redhead shook it off and caught Draco’s silver eyes with his blue ones.
*@*
Ron didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent as he stared down into Draco’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if what Draco was saying was true, but if he was lying, the blond was certainly a terrific actor.
“’When you said it was me you were thinking of this morning I almost died of happiness. Actually, the happiness came after, at first, I was shocked. Ron, I’ve thought about you so much in the past couple of years that hearing you say that was like a dream come true,” Draco continued to look at him with the same loving emotion emitting from his eyes.
Ron was stunned. He couldn’t believe that Draco Malfoy was actually saying this too him. He had a fleeting thought that maybe it was trick; a plot to humiliate him, but something pulled at him making him believe it was true. Only one thing made him think otherwise.
“But you hate me,” Ron said, his voice sounded strange to him. Draco gave a small snort of laughter and looked down at the feet.
*@*
“No, I don’t,” Draco shook his head wanting to tell Ron he was sorry for all the trouble he had cause over the past six years, but not having the courage to do so.
“Well I hate you,’ Draco head shot up at Ron’s words. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest as anger began to rise in him. Ron words had cut deep, even though he knew over the past years they had both fought each other with pure hatred, but Draco thought that that feeling had changed for Ron, just as it had for him.
“But you… you said… this morning. You couldn’t have been lying, the potion made sure of that,” he stood, his face coming close to Ron’s. His anger was increasing and his fists clenched unconsciously.
“I wasn’t lying. I don’t know what’s happening, but for the past six years all I felt towards you was hate and now I come back this year and suddenly all my bloody fantasies feature none other than the person that has caused me nothing but grief. But I want it, I want my fantasies to come true, but I don’t think I could ever trust you Draco. How do I even know that everything you’ve said tonight isn’t just a plot to humiliate me?” Draco felt the anger seep out of him during Ron’s rant and he’d felt a burst of bliss run trough his body when the redhead had said his name. It had never sounded as good as when it rolled out of those lips.
*@*
Ron couldn’t believe he had just said what he had; he had just told Draco that he wanted him. Now he was really in for it. Draco would probably do more than just humiliate him, now he would probably try to destroy him.
The other boy was stood so close to him, that if Ron just leaned forward ever so slightly their lips would meet. He wanted that, wanted to know if Draco’s hair was as soft in real life as in his dream, and if his lips tasted as sweet. Draco had yet to say anything about Ron’s rant and the redhead took a step away from him as the temptation to just lean forward and take what he wanted was getting to strong.
“I don’t want to humiliate you. I don’t know how to prove that to you, but it’s really not what I want. I want exactly what you want, my fantasies of you to come true,” the temptation became to strong for Ron and without thinking too much about it, he closed the space between them and firmly pressed his lips to Draco’s.
*@*
Draco felt as if fireworks were erupting in his stomach as he opened his mouth up to Ron’s shy tongue. He slid his own tongue into play, but as he pressed it against Ron’s, the redhead jerked his head away and, for the second time that day, left Draco staring at his quickly retreating form.