♔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!
Harry walked into the Great Hall an hour or two into the afternoon. It had been three days since his fight with Ron, three days without his best friend and he had to admit he was miserable. He kept half expecting Ron to be there when he wanted to talk about Quidditch or classes, but he was always reminded of how he’d messed up when he turned his head and his friend wasn’t there.
Even in the dorms things were tense, when one of them would walk in, the other would be pretending to sleep, or would immediately vacate the room. It felt like it had before the TriWizard Tournament, but so much worse, because now he knew Ron had a reason to be just as angry with Harry as Harry was with him. He let out an irritated breath, sitting down at the empty half of the Gryffindor table, the other end occupied by a group of studying third years. Hopefully the presence of other people would help them both keep their cool.
Taking a few deep breaths and planning what he wanted to say, Harry waited.
It was weird, trying to avoid Harry the last few hours. The potion seemed to have wore off a few hours ago and Ron was ready to talk to Harry again. He was kinda relieved when Harry asked him to meet him at the Great Hall. This would help them be calm and control their anger, if there was any emotion left. Ron walked into the Great Hall and he saw the dark haired kid with the bespectacled face. The red head looked around and saw people staring at him. News travels fast! Ron gulped some saliva and started to walk towards the empty seat across where Harry was siting at the Gryffindor table.
He sat down, and didn’t stare at the scar headed boy. He focused his eyes on his Gryffindor crest on the boys robes and just let out a, “Hey.”
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as Ron sat down next to him, even if Ron wouldn’t look at him. “Ron, hi,” he began, unsure of exactly where to start. He wanted to apologize for starting the fight, but he also wanted Ron to admit he had been an arse about him and Draco. Either way he wanted them to start talking again, he couldn’t stand not having his best friend around.
“Ron, I’m really sorry about how I…what I said was really rude. I won’t give up on Draco just because you don’t trust him, but I don’t want to lose my best friend either.” he turned towards the red head slightly, chancing it to put a hand lightly on his friend’s shoulder. Can you just…try to give him a chance?”
“No I’m sorry mate, I shouldn’t have gone Azkaban crazy on you. It’s just I can’t trust him.” Ron finally looked up at Harry. “Look mate, you can do whatever you want, like whoever you want, snog and date, or whatever, but I don’t think I can truly trust the git.” Ron ate a bit of the toast that was in front of him. He tried to think, for he didn’t know what to say to his friend. “Maybe, eventually, I’ll be ok with it, but for now I don’t think I can see you around him.”