My Only Love, Chapter 2
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sparkysparkyOk, so here's chapter two of the Draco!Angsts for Ron while being horribly mistreated by his father saga. Oh, and I apologize in advance for the OOCness of the characters. I couldn't help myself.
Part One: September
Chapter 2A
The Longbottom House
Neville looked at himself in the mirror and was very pleased with what he saw. He had finally lost the baby fat that had plagued him during his first six years at Hogwarts. He attributed it all to the fact that his grandmother had put him to work around the house, repainting and gardening and the like. He had also grown three inches over the summer and stood just over six feet tall.
Neville straightened his dark blue shirt once more and shook out an imagined wrinkle in his tan chino pants. Thanks to his new figure, his grandmother had let him purchase a whole new wardrobe, and instead of baggy, ill-fitting clothes, Neville had chosen designer Muggle clothes to fit his new image.
“Neville, honey, are you ready? You don’t want to miss the train do you?” his grandmother asked from the other side of his door.
“Yeah, Gran. I’ll be right down.” Neville took one more look around his room to make sure he hadn’t missed anything important, and satisfied gathered up his new school robe and his best friend Trevor, he made his way down to the living room, where his grandmother was waiting impatiently.
“Finally, I thought you were never coming,” Leticia Longbottom muttered, although she ruined her harsh tone with a teary smile in Neville’s direction.
Neville grinned, wrapping Leticia in his arms in a warm hug. “Don’t cry, Gran. I’m only going to school.”
Leticia let out a loud wail and sobbed, “My baby is all grown up!!! Soon you’ll have graduated and moved away and I’ll be all aloooooonnnnneeeee!!!”
Sighing, Neville awkwardly patted her back and waited for her to be done her crying. She had been having fits of moroseness all summer, and Neville had grown used to it.
When Leticia was finally done with her sobbing, she wrapped one arm around Neville’s, cast a Levitating charm on his trunks, and led him in a business like manner to the fireplace. With a cry of “Diagon Alley!” Neville felt the familiar pull around his navel and moments later he and his Gran were in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron.
Several minutes later, Neville was standing on Platform 9 and 3/4, waiting for his grandmother to let him go so he could board the Hogwart’s Express.
“Make sure you write! And don’t forget to eat! And do all your homework!” Leticia shouted at him as he finally boarded the train.
“Yes, Gran. Love you.” Neville hollered back, ignoring the smug looks of the students around him.
“Be safe, Nevy.” With that last admonishment, Leticia Apparated back to her house before she could cry again.
With a shake of his head, Neville strode confidently down the corridor, looking for a certain attractive brunette with whom he had been in love with since he was an awkward first year.
Chapter 2B The Burrow and the Hogwart’s Express Part 1 Harry, Ron and Ginny were hurriedly packing the last of their things, rushing around frantically looking for lost items.
Molly Weasley watched in amusement, as she gathered up all the things they missed and Apparating them into their respective trunks. At eight am, Molly, having packed the last of the missed items, hollered up the stairs, “Children, it’s time to go! Your father has the ministry car all ready.”
Three panicked students came barreling down the stairs all speaking at once. Jumbled cries of “Mom, I can’t find my red sweater” and “Molly, have you seen my broomstick” and “Mum!!! Where’s my new lipstick!” were lost on Molly’s ears as she put two fingers to her lips and blew a shrill whistle.
“Calm down, children. Everything you need is in your trunks. Now, we need to be going or you will miss your train.”
Relieve sighs met her ears and soon she had her three babies in the car and was valiantly trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. She turned in the passanger seat and gave up on a lost battle.
There sat her youngest two children, and the boy she loved as a son. Ron, who was tall and muscular and looked like the mature young man he was becoming. And Harry, shorter than Ron, but still tall and handsome. His arm was around Ginny. Ginny, her baby who wasn’t a baby any longer. She smiled when she saw Harry’s hand idly stroking Ginny’s hair, as if he wasn’t quite aware of his actions, but couldn’t help himself.
“Mum? You doing all right there?” Ron asked, his deep baritone voice making Molly lose the composure she had been fighting for.
“My babies are all grown up!” she wailed, causing all three in the back seat to blush and Arthur to roll his eyes. He was used to his wife’s emotions after over 30 years of marriage.
The non-sobbing parties in the car let Molly cry until Arthur parked the car in front of King’s Cross Station. Soon, the four Weasleys and Harry were standing on Platform 9 and ¾. Molly gave each Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione (who had arrived at the same time) huge bear hugs and then stood, head buried in an amused Arthur’s chest, as her babies boarded the train.
“Umm…is your mom always like that?” asked a bemused Hermione, once they had found an empty compartment and were settled, Ron and Hermione sitting on one side, and Harry and Ginny on the other, although Ginny was comfortably ensconced on Harry’s lap.
Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes, but were smiling when they nodded their heads yes. “We’ve seen her do that five times already, and she’ll do it once more next year when Ginny boards the train for the last time,” Ron said.
The foursome grew quiet and Harry broke the silence with a soft, “Can you believe this is out last year? It doesn’t seem real.” Harry paused and ran a hand through his wild black hair. “These years have gone by so fast. And I am so glad that you are all my friends.”
Hermione sniffled, Ginny grew teary and Ron cleared his throat before saying, “Shut-up Har. IT’s not like this is the end of us. We’ll always be friends.” Ron smiled and continued, “Besides, you’re going to be my brother one day.”
Harry and Ginny blushed, but didn’t deny the statement. It was an unspoken thought between the two that once Ginny was done Hogwarts, they would tie the knot and start their family.
“Hey, guys! I’ve been looking all over for you,” came a deep voice from the compartment’s entrance.
Four heads swiveled toward the sound and stared at amazement at the sight that met their eyes. There stood Neville Longbottom, no longer the plump boy they remembered, but a well-built young man. Hermione blushed red as she realized that her eyes had traveled down his form and were gazing at an inappropriate place. Neville too blushed when he realized that everyone but Harry was looking at him like he was the best new thing since sliced bread.
“Hi Neville. Join us?” Hermione asked as she nudged Ron.
Ron caught her signal and moved so he was sitting next to Harry and Ginny. Neville, blushing, sat gracefully beside Hermione and tried not to stare too much at her beautiful face. “Have you done something new with your hair, Hermione?” he asked shyly.
Harry and Ron exchanged amused glances and Hermione flushed prettily and patted her newly permed curls in female satisfaction.
Leaving Hermione and Neville to flirt shyly with one antoher, Harry, Ron and Ginny fell to discussing the coming year.
“So, what are you going to do about Malfoy?” Harry asked.
Ron scowled, but said, “I don’t know. He’s probably going to be the same old bastard as ever, but I am going to try to get to the person underneath the façade.”
“Why would you want to do that, Ron? All Malfoy’s done the last six years is torment you.” Ginny said, her pert nose wrinkling in disgust.
Harry kissed her nose and replied for Ron, “Oh, Ron has the hots for good old Draco. Apparently he’s the most shaggable boy at Hogwarts.”
Ron flushed and glared at Harry. His family knew of his sexual preferences, but he hadn’t really wanted his nosy sister to learn of his crush on Malfoy. It was rather embarrassing. And who knew what kind of plan she would come up with to “help” him win Malfoy’s affections. Ron closed his eyes in defeat and let Ginny rant on all the reasons why he shouldn’t give Malfoy the time of day.
Chapter 2C
The Hogwart’s Express Part 2
Draco quietly slipped into an empty compartment on the train and performed a quick locking spell to keep any unwanted visitors from entering. He really wasn’t in the mood to hear Crabbe and Goyle and Parkinson and the rest rant on and on about all the Muggle raids they had been on as newly initiated Death Eaters.
They all knew he had refused the Dark Mark, but his father had put out the information that Draco was just waiting for his 18th birthday next May before joining. Being the unintelligent bunch they were, Draco mused, the stupid Death Eaters ate it up like a cat with a canary.
Draco gingerly sat down, wincing at the pain that coursed through his body at this simple action. He curled up in a little ball and stared blankly out the window at the passing scenery, memories of his father’s farewell that morning running through his mind.
“I trust that you will keep quiet about what has gone on this past summer, if you want to live past Halloween,” his father had drawled over breakfast.
Draco had nodded mutely, cowering away from the hand that hovered over his head. He had cringed and bit back tears as his father had kissed his cheek and stroked his hair.
“My little Dragon. So delicate.” Lucius had said, pulling Draco up from his seat and roughly claiming his lips as his own. “You are mine dragon, don’t forget that.”
With that last sentence, Lucius had sat down at the head of the table and eaten his oatmeal and toast in calm silence.
Draco had managed to choke down a half a piece of toast before having to rush to the bathroom to throw it all up again.
Now, his stomach still in knots and tears leaving silvery tracks down his pale cheeks, Draco had just one thought, “Ron will never love me now.”
With a final sob he buried his head in his hands and fell into a fitful sleep.
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Part One: September
Chapter 2A
The Longbottom House
Neville looked at himself in the mirror and was very pleased with what he saw. He had finally lost the baby fat that had plagued him during his first six years at Hogwarts. He attributed it all to the fact that his grandmother had put him to work around the house, repainting and gardening and the like. He had also grown three inches over the summer and stood just over six feet tall.
Neville straightened his dark blue shirt once more and shook out an imagined wrinkle in his tan chino pants. Thanks to his new figure, his grandmother had let him purchase a whole new wardrobe, and instead of baggy, ill-fitting clothes, Neville had chosen designer Muggle clothes to fit his new image.
“Neville, honey, are you ready? You don’t want to miss the train do you?” his grandmother asked from the other side of his door.
“Yeah, Gran. I’ll be right down.” Neville took one more look around his room to make sure he hadn’t missed anything important, and satisfied gathered up his new school robe and his best friend Trevor, he made his way down to the living room, where his grandmother was waiting impatiently.
“Finally, I thought you were never coming,” Leticia Longbottom muttered, although she ruined her harsh tone with a teary smile in Neville’s direction.
Neville grinned, wrapping Leticia in his arms in a warm hug. “Don’t cry, Gran. I’m only going to school.”
Leticia let out a loud wail and sobbed, “My baby is all grown up!!! Soon you’ll have graduated and moved away and I’ll be all aloooooonnnnneeeee!!!”
Sighing, Neville awkwardly patted her back and waited for her to be done her crying. She had been having fits of moroseness all summer, and Neville had grown used to it.
When Leticia was finally done with her sobbing, she wrapped one arm around Neville’s, cast a Levitating charm on his trunks, and led him in a business like manner to the fireplace. With a cry of “Diagon Alley!” Neville felt the familiar pull around his navel and moments later he and his Gran were in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron.
Several minutes later, Neville was standing on Platform 9 and 3/4, waiting for his grandmother to let him go so he could board the Hogwart’s Express.
“Make sure you write! And don’t forget to eat! And do all your homework!” Leticia shouted at him as he finally boarded the train.
“Yes, Gran. Love you.” Neville hollered back, ignoring the smug looks of the students around him.
“Be safe, Nevy.” With that last admonishment, Leticia Apparated back to her house before she could cry again.
With a shake of his head, Neville strode confidently down the corridor, looking for a certain attractive brunette with whom he had been in love with since he was an awkward first year.
Chapter 2B The Burrow and the Hogwart’s Express Part 1 Harry, Ron and Ginny were hurriedly packing the last of their things, rushing around frantically looking for lost items.
Molly Weasley watched in amusement, as she gathered up all the things they missed and Apparating them into their respective trunks. At eight am, Molly, having packed the last of the missed items, hollered up the stairs, “Children, it’s time to go! Your father has the ministry car all ready.”
Three panicked students came barreling down the stairs all speaking at once. Jumbled cries of “Mom, I can’t find my red sweater” and “Molly, have you seen my broomstick” and “Mum!!! Where’s my new lipstick!” were lost on Molly’s ears as she put two fingers to her lips and blew a shrill whistle.
“Calm down, children. Everything you need is in your trunks. Now, we need to be going or you will miss your train.”
Relieve sighs met her ears and soon she had her three babies in the car and was valiantly trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. She turned in the passanger seat and gave up on a lost battle.
There sat her youngest two children, and the boy she loved as a son. Ron, who was tall and muscular and looked like the mature young man he was becoming. And Harry, shorter than Ron, but still tall and handsome. His arm was around Ginny. Ginny, her baby who wasn’t a baby any longer. She smiled when she saw Harry’s hand idly stroking Ginny’s hair, as if he wasn’t quite aware of his actions, but couldn’t help himself.
“Mum? You doing all right there?” Ron asked, his deep baritone voice making Molly lose the composure she had been fighting for.
“My babies are all grown up!” she wailed, causing all three in the back seat to blush and Arthur to roll his eyes. He was used to his wife’s emotions after over 30 years of marriage.
The non-sobbing parties in the car let Molly cry until Arthur parked the car in front of King’s Cross Station. Soon, the four Weasleys and Harry were standing on Platform 9 and ¾. Molly gave each Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione (who had arrived at the same time) huge bear hugs and then stood, head buried in an amused Arthur’s chest, as her babies boarded the train.
“Umm…is your mom always like that?” asked a bemused Hermione, once they had found an empty compartment and were settled, Ron and Hermione sitting on one side, and Harry and Ginny on the other, although Ginny was comfortably ensconced on Harry’s lap.
Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes, but were smiling when they nodded their heads yes. “We’ve seen her do that five times already, and she’ll do it once more next year when Ginny boards the train for the last time,” Ron said.
The foursome grew quiet and Harry broke the silence with a soft, “Can you believe this is out last year? It doesn’t seem real.” Harry paused and ran a hand through his wild black hair. “These years have gone by so fast. And I am so glad that you are all my friends.”
Hermione sniffled, Ginny grew teary and Ron cleared his throat before saying, “Shut-up Har. IT’s not like this is the end of us. We’ll always be friends.” Ron smiled and continued, “Besides, you’re going to be my brother one day.”
Harry and Ginny blushed, but didn’t deny the statement. It was an unspoken thought between the two that once Ginny was done Hogwarts, they would tie the knot and start their family.
“Hey, guys! I’ve been looking all over for you,” came a deep voice from the compartment’s entrance.
Four heads swiveled toward the sound and stared at amazement at the sight that met their eyes. There stood Neville Longbottom, no longer the plump boy they remembered, but a well-built young man. Hermione blushed red as she realized that her eyes had traveled down his form and were gazing at an inappropriate place. Neville too blushed when he realized that everyone but Harry was looking at him like he was the best new thing since sliced bread.
“Hi Neville. Join us?” Hermione asked as she nudged Ron.
Ron caught her signal and moved so he was sitting next to Harry and Ginny. Neville, blushing, sat gracefully beside Hermione and tried not to stare too much at her beautiful face. “Have you done something new with your hair, Hermione?” he asked shyly.
Harry and Ron exchanged amused glances and Hermione flushed prettily and patted her newly permed curls in female satisfaction.
Leaving Hermione and Neville to flirt shyly with one antoher, Harry, Ron and Ginny fell to discussing the coming year.
“So, what are you going to do about Malfoy?” Harry asked.
Ron scowled, but said, “I don’t know. He’s probably going to be the same old bastard as ever, but I am going to try to get to the person underneath the façade.”
“Why would you want to do that, Ron? All Malfoy’s done the last six years is torment you.” Ginny said, her pert nose wrinkling in disgust.
Harry kissed her nose and replied for Ron, “Oh, Ron has the hots for good old Draco. Apparently he’s the most shaggable boy at Hogwarts.”
Ron flushed and glared at Harry. His family knew of his sexual preferences, but he hadn’t really wanted his nosy sister to learn of his crush on Malfoy. It was rather embarrassing. And who knew what kind of plan she would come up with to “help” him win Malfoy’s affections. Ron closed his eyes in defeat and let Ginny rant on all the reasons why he shouldn’t give Malfoy the time of day.
Chapter 2C
The Hogwart’s Express Part 2
Draco quietly slipped into an empty compartment on the train and performed a quick locking spell to keep any unwanted visitors from entering. He really wasn’t in the mood to hear Crabbe and Goyle and Parkinson and the rest rant on and on about all the Muggle raids they had been on as newly initiated Death Eaters.
They all knew he had refused the Dark Mark, but his father had put out the information that Draco was just waiting for his 18th birthday next May before joining. Being the unintelligent bunch they were, Draco mused, the stupid Death Eaters ate it up like a cat with a canary.
Draco gingerly sat down, wincing at the pain that coursed through his body at this simple action. He curled up in a little ball and stared blankly out the window at the passing scenery, memories of his father’s farewell that morning running through his mind.
“I trust that you will keep quiet about what has gone on this past summer, if you want to live past Halloween,” his father had drawled over breakfast.
Draco had nodded mutely, cowering away from the hand that hovered over his head. He had cringed and bit back tears as his father had kissed his cheek and stroked his hair.
“My little Dragon. So delicate.” Lucius had said, pulling Draco up from his seat and roughly claiming his lips as his own. “You are mine dragon, don’t forget that.”
With that last sentence, Lucius had sat down at the head of the table and eaten his oatmeal and toast in calm silence.
Draco had managed to choke down a half a piece of toast before having to rush to the bathroom to throw it all up again.
Now, his stomach still in knots and tears leaving silvery tracks down his pale cheeks, Draco had just one thought, “Ron will never love me now.”
With a final sob he buried his head in his hands and fell into a fitful sleep.
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