Is Malfoy ok?
Ron rubbed his eyes and sat up. His eyes swivelled around the dark room. Luckily everyone was still asleep. He grabbed his clothes and quietly headed to the bathroom, trying not to disturb anyone.
Ron took off his pyjamas and accidentally glanced at himself in the mirror.
His heart sunk and he just knew today would suck. He couldn't stop his eyes glazing over with tears but he stayed quiet knowing that the others were starting to wake up. He shouldn't cry boys don't cry. Do they?
His mum's words whizzed inside his head everything was just so loud.
'SHE is your sister,'
'Your always be my daughter your never be my son,'
'rhonda, Rhonda, RHonda, RHOnda, RHONda, RHONDa, RHONDA, RHONDA,'
Once Ron had finished getting ready he headed to the hall and sat down in between Harry and Fred while they scoffed their breakfast down. He just kinda sat there keeping his back slightly hunched to hide his chest; turning his wand in his hand. Ron wasn't hungry and he felt like everyone could tell he was born a girl even with his binder on.
"You alright Ron you've barely eaten anything," asked Harry with a mouthful of food.
"Yeah I'm fine not really hungry," he looked down at his empty plate," I think I left something in the dorms I'm just going to grab it you carry on eating," Ron stood up and walked out of the hall.
His mind was still racing with thoughts it was so loud. He wanted to scream and cry but he knew he couldn't.
He carried on walking down corridors going roughly in the directions of the dorms. He just stared at his feet wishing he wasn't like this. Sometimes he hated being him it felt like a curse from the universe.
He carried on walking but then suddenly he slammed into the back of someone. He looked up panicked his trail of thought broken.
Shit. It was that kid Malfoy's goons. Crabbe and Goyle. He think that's their names. A shorter girl was stood with them she had dark hair and brown eyes.
"Watch it Weasel," Crabbe sneered at Ron. He backed away slightly but Goyle started looming towards him.
"Oi back off he ain't worth it let's just grab breakfast. Come on morons," the dark haired girl said practically dragging the taller guys with her.
Ron just sighed and walked round the corner glad to have avoided any conflict. He looked up and then saw the blonde haired kid slumped against the wall. Tears streaming silently down his face. He had a black eye, swollen lip, and blood dripping down from his forehead. On his arm the word 'mistake' was carved into it.
He was squirming around but not a single noise was uttered from his mouth.
I knelt down next to him any hate that I had towards him disappeared momentarily.
"Shit Malfoy. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh god we've got to get you to the infirmary. Fucking hell," I muttered
"No. Not infirmary," he mumbled," can't know," he whispered his eyes fluttering trying to stay open
He was still breathing but definitely unconscious.
Ron was freaking out. Shit why couldn't anyone be around. He couldn't leave him.
Then he looked up hearing footsteps round the corner getting nearer. Professor Mcgonagall appeared and Ron couldn't be more relieved.
"Professor. Come here please," Ron yelled panicked," it's Malfoy he's injured,"
She started walking quickly towards Ron and Malfoy looking concerned and horrified as she got closer and saw the extent of hus injuries. She knelt beside him; examining his injuries.
"He needs to go the infirmary and Mr Weasley you need to come to and explain what happened,"
She got her wand out and pointed it and the blonde unconscious boy. She muttered something under her breath and his body began to float up.
"This way Weasley," she said and they hurried back down the corridor in the direction of the infirmary.
Malfoy was lying on the bed; Madam Pomfrey was stood next to him dealing with his injuries.
"Right Mr Weasley start explaining. What happened?" Asked Mcgonagall.
"Well you see. I was walking back to the dormitory because I left uhhh I left a...a book. I left a book! Then I accidentally stumbled into 3 Slytherins. Dark haired girl and another one, Craig? Wait no Crabbe. Crabbe and Goyle I think it was. Anyway, they left and then I turned the corner and found Malfoy slumped against the wall, unconscious. Then you found us," he stared nervously.
"Poppy I believe this student was attacked but for what reason we can only speculate until he wakes. Students from his house as well and supposedly his good friends it seems from what Mr Weasley has said,"
"Mr Weasley do you want to get to class you can visit Mr Malfoy in your lunch or break and after school but visiting hours are 7.00am-6.00pm," Madam Pomfrey informed him.
He nodded and grabbed his bag before hastily left.
He walked out the infirmary and hurried to his first class. Defence Against the Dark Arts. He arrived panting. Trying to get his breath back, the binder making his ribs hurt and ache slightly.
"You alright Ron? You look a bit out of breath?" Harry asked concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine," he spluttered.
They walked into class and got seats next to eachother at the back of the class.
"Is anyone sat there," the bushy haired girl from the train asked.
"Nope you can sit there," Harry answered politely.
Ron huffed slightly and pulled on his shirt again. He spread his legs slightly trying to look more manly.
He glanced over at Harry who was looking towards the door waiting for their teacher. Ron looked at his posture and how he had his hands and tried copying him. It was uncomfortable but hopefully he didn't look so feminine he thought.
"Hello Class," a man wearing a purple turban stood at the front of the class next to the chalkboard,"My name is Professor Quirrel,"
Quirrel started explaining what DADA(Defence Against the Dark Arts) was. Ron didn't really pay attention he was too busy thinking about Malfoy.
"You alright? Your biting your nail" Harry whispered to him. Ron quickly stopped and wiped his finger on his robe.
"I'm fine honestly,"
"Now I've finished explaining start the worksheets," announced Quirrel.
Ron started writing but he didn't understand half of it.
"Oi Harry what's the answer to number 6?" He asked.
"It's bogart. We practice fighting one in 3rd year but we learn about what they in 1st year," piped up Hermione.
"Thanks," he answered making sure to make his voice slightly deeper. There was a pause before Hermione piped up again.
"I remember your sister. She came to my parents dentist. I gave her a sticker," she said looking at Ron
"What?" He spluttered.
"Yeah Rhi...Rhinda or Rhonda Weasley something like that I think was her name. She was your age but she's not here what happened?" She asked inquisitively
"Oh. She was my twin. She died," Ron said hurriedly immediately regretting of not thinking of a better excuse.
"I'm so sorry Ronald I shouldn't have brought it up. When did she die?"
"I was 9," he said trying to get her to stop asking questions.
"Ron," she paused," I'm really sorry if you need me I'm here. I know it was a few year ago but it can still hurt,"
"Thanks Hermione but it's fine. She was a bit of brat and we knew she was dying so we'd already come to terms with it. She's probably a lot happier now,"
She patted his knee and then continued her work.
Finally the lesson was over and now they had a few hours for themselves before they had another lesson.
Ron grabbed his bag and rushed out the classroom heading straight to the infirmary.
"Hello Mr Weasley. I take it your here to see Mr Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey greeted him.
"Umm yeah if that's alright," Ron fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Yes of course you shall be pleased to know that Mr Malfoy woke up half an hour ago and is making a speedy recovery,"
I nodded my head and headed over to the blonde haired boy. Madam Pomfrey went to her office leaving us two alone.
"Hey Malfoy how you feeling?" Ron asked sitting in the chair next to him.
"Better thanks. Madam Pomfrey said you found me unconscious. Thank you for helping me. I'm sorry I was such an ass to you when we first met,"
"No problem mate and it's ok I shouldn't have insulted your name Draco,"
"That's not my name," Malfoy whispered looking terrified.
"What do you mean that's not your name?" Ron looked puzzled.
Malfoy sighed still looking scared," I'm a girl not a boy I want to be called Isadora, Isadora Malfoy. Also use she not he please,"
"Nice name and don't worry I won't tell a soul," Ron said hiding his excitement that he wasn't the only transgender kid at hogwarts anymore.
They chatted for ages before Madam Pomfrey said that Malfoy should get some more rest.
Ron went to find Harry who was talking to Hagrid and Hermione in the grounds.
"Hello Ron. Are you okay? You left quite quickly after DADA," Hermione asked worried," it wasn't because of what I said was it," she whispered.
Ron look confused and then remembered he pretended that him when he was younger was his twin sister who died.
"Oh no its fine you didn't say anything wrong I just promised to meet my brothers to talk about stuff,"
Relief spread across her face before Hagrid spoke up, "Ron can I have a quick chat if you don' mind. You two go on ahead," the other 2 shrugged and walked towards the castle.
"I used to teach ya brother Charlie. He spoke a great deal about you. Now I don't know if those two know anythin'. I don't know who you told but anyone give ya any trouble I'm here for ya ok,"
"Wait you know I'm transgender," Ron whispered.
"Yup sure do. I also know you don't have a dead twin sister but you can expl'in that another time. Now if ya need me I'm here but you better run along to class so your not late,"
"Thanks Hagrid," he said smiling before running to catch up with Harry and Hermione.