♔WEASLEY IS OUR KING♔
I’m 16, Gryffindor, Red Head.
I'm a prefect for my house, so don't mess with me our your House will lose some major points. Trust me!
Harry Potter is my best mate.
Hermione Granger is a lifesaver!
And stay away from my little sister, or I'll beat you up!
Draco actually saw red.
Not metaphorically. Literally. It was actually more than mildly concerning. His vision was blurring, his head swimming, the colors and perspectives of his world turned upside down and inside out.
He felt a bit as though he might throw up.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this angry. And the times he had been, had never been like this. They’d always been concerning himself, emotion based on his love for himself, pride of himself, his name, his reputation, whatever.
But this was different.
He’d known Weasley wouldn’t take him well. And he has zero respect for the freckled git already, but he hadn’t been expecting this. No, not this. This arse was supposed to be Harry’s friend and he was suddenly throwing punches because he didn’t approve of who Harry was fucking?
It was complete bollocks. And for once, it wasn’t really about the fact that the Weasel didn’t approve of a Malfoy. Big whoop. That was no news. He didn’t rightly want his respect anyway. But Harry… Harry had been gutted, he could tell. The damn bespeckled idiot needed that bloody redhead much like Draco needed Blaise, not that he would ever understand why.
This was not acceptable. Not fucking acceptable. Harry was his to beat around, pick fights with, because of their past, the strangeness of their history… but no one else. When it came down to it, Harry was his. And it wouldn’t do, seeing the good for nothing, ginger fuck-twat throwing punches in anywhere near what Draco deemed as his.
Ron finally got out of the Hospital Wing after whatever Luna Lovegood had given him to remove that Blu … whatever it was out from him. He was feeling much better, his face was healed, his headaches were gone, his emotions seemed to be somewhat affected still, but Luna said it was only temporary. Great, I could cry at any moment! It was a nice day and Ron just wanted to enjoy it. He went outside, to feel the nice breeze that was coming in. In a week he would have the first Quidditch match of the year. He sighed when he thought of Harry, as much as he got angry at him before he actually missed him, felt guilty, horrible even for what he did.
During his minute walk, Ron took a glance at the blonde boy who didn’t seem so pleased to see him. Ron just scowled at him, then looked away, not wanting to talk to him at all. He didn’t want to deal with the rich child, bragging about his stupid broom, his stupid new robes, everything was just so bright and dandy and NEW in his area. He walked passed him, trying not to notice him but he knew it be too late to run away from him now.