Secrets

CHAPTER 4 – A Meeting

(3RD PERSON POV)

In the Library sat Pansy, Blaise, Ron, Hermione. They met up to make a plan as earlier, Draco had basically ignored the whole golden trio. ESPECIALLY Potter.

< Odd. Draco never ignores Potter. > Pansy thought, her chin resting on the palm of her hand as she kept her head up staring at the two Gryffindors sitting right in front of her and Blaise.

Hermione noticed Pansy was rather zoned out and she called her a few times, which Pansy in turn didn’t hear. Hermione reached out and tapped Pansy’s arm. “Parkinson?” Hermione called again.

Pansy snapped out of it. “What Granger?” She had sneered slightly, sitting upright in a more fashionable position.

“I already called you a few times. You do what Harry does when he’s troubled. Are you alright?” Hermione asked.

Besides Hermione was obviously Ron and in front of Ron was Blaise. Blaise had his head down, fairly obvious he wanted to leave. Ron on the other hand was eating chocolate frogs, like always. Ron heard faded yammering by the two girls, mainly Pansy.

(RON’S POV)

My eye twitched, not being able to handle that Parkinson's overly squeaky voice. Bloody hell I was going to say something but that Zabini beat me to it.

“Shut up Pansy. You sound like a rat that’s trying to sing.” Zabini said, head still down and eyes closed. I don’t know why that made me nervous, he wasn’t even talking to me. My head snapped towards Parkinson as she shrieked.

“I do not sound like a singing rat!” She shrieked which made snicker. I covered my mouth as I tried to stifle the laugh that was already fairly heard. “Weasley shut up!” Parkinson had whined, which made me laugh more.

The librarian, Madam Pince, had walked over and kicked us out of the library.

“Bloody rude.” I muttered as we now stood in the empty hall in front of the library door.

“It's your fault Weasley!” Parkinson scoffed. “If it wasn’t for your overly loud laughing we wouldn’t have gotten kicked out!” Parkinson was probably as angry as Hermione gets when me and Harry don’t listen. It’s scary..

“Sod off Parkinson, we can go somewhere else. It’s not the end of the world.” I rolled my eyes, walking off.

Hermione spoke up. “Ronald. Get your butt back over here or so h-” I was back by her in an instant. It’s- I’m not scared of her!

Parkinson began to laugh. “Are you really scared of Granger, Weasley?” She snickered.

My eyes narrowed as I got angry. “No! Shut the bloody hell up Parkinson!”

“Let’s not start. We aren’t friends, we're doing this for Draco.” Blaise sighed.

“And Harry!” Hermione said, arms over her chest.

I was gone from their side already. I decided to look for Harry since I haven’t seen him since we made him bump into Malfoy– but he doesn’t need to know that.

I was stalking down the halls and every turn of the walls I peered to see. I didn;t see him in the halls so I began to check empty classrooms to find Harry. I couldn’t find him until I remembered that his safe space is the Room Of Requirement. I stalk my way towards the wall of the room, walking past it three times then the door appeared

I open the door then close it, hearing something. A groan maybe?

“Harry- is-” I see Draco perk up from the couch, shirtless, he’s looking at me wide eyed– then I see brown- oh hell no.

My face takes a shade of green when I realize what's going on. “Bloody hell please tell me it’s not what I think-” I groaned, turning away.

“Ron?” I heard Harry croaked so I turned to see him- he’s still under Malfoy but he was bruised on the- not bruised.. THOSE ARE HICKEYS-

“Harry what the hell?!-” I gagged, turning away again.

“If you hate it so much, why are you lingering around Weasley?” I heard Malfoy speak, he- well didn’t sound as worn down as Harry.. But- ew..

“Why don’t you get off Harry- stop harassing him!” I squeaked, still grossed out by what I saw.

“R- ron, don’t tell a- anybody.” I heard Harry whine whine made me tense as it was another- well moan.

I turn back to them like a bloody idiot and see Draco back on Harry. Luckily the couch is covering them- a very ugly flannel couch.

“Ugh.. I- hh- won’t tell anybody.” I mumbled, turned away again.