Bondages of the Heart
(My god! I posted up the other chapters except chapter three! Lol, my bad, sorry guys! *blushes*)
Chapter Three
“The next pair will be... Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy.” I just sat there with my mouth wide open, looking rather stupid because I was, in fact, stupified. After taking a day to refresh myself and get all other things off my mind, including the incident I persuaded myself never happened, it all came flooding back. Weasley, however, strolled over and sat next to me without a word. Not even a hint on his face that anything had ever happened, if it ever did. I was going crazy! “..Malfoy?” The shock and left my system as I heard his humorously high voice call to me. “What?!” I snapped back, recomposing myself from what must have looked to others a rather nasty shock. “You alright? I know you don’t want to be paired up with a Weasley, but you’ll have to live with it,” his voice now firm, “so we have to work together for the next month, do you think you can handle that?” He asked almost sarcastically. I didn’t know how to take it, I just nodded and rolled my eyes. “Right,” he began as the last pairing; which happened to be Potter and Mudblood, left the room chatting happily away, “we have to find out the origins of..” “What happened the other day?” I asked sternly, cutting him off. He just raised an eyebrow, “what do you mean ‘the other day’?” he replied. I tried to think, it seemed so real, it felt so real, I wanted it to be real! “Oh my god, I’m a fucking puffer!” I cried a little too loud, my pale skin turning prefusely red as I jumped up from the seat, and I was thanking my lucky stars that everyone else had gone from the room. “You’re what?” Weasley looked at me astonished, “I’m uh..” I struggled for words, “..I need a fucking muffler for my new car!” I couldn’t think of anything else to say at the time, but he looked at me mockingly, “you mean to say you have a muggle car?” I just stared, “never mind, if you need a muffler, come to my place during the break, we have heaps of spare parts,” he smiled. I couldn’t believe it, he was being so nice; which was rather unusual for him, I just spat, “I don’t want a Weasley’s spare parts in my car!” What was I saying?! His smile became a big grin, “oh, Malfoy, you’re such an idiot.” Well there was a surprise if ever I had one! How dare the muggle lover call me an idiot! “I..” before I could finish my sentence, his mouth was against mine, hot and delicious. His tongue seemed to twist with mine, then swirl back again, his lips caressing mine. I shot back aghast, “what the fuck are you doing, Ron?!” Did I just call him by his first name? I think I did, by the way he was looking at me; which seemed rather odd an expression, a mixture of shock and delight. “You called me Ron,” he said tenderly, “...and I just wanted to finish off what I started.” His grin became a smirk that lit up his face; which was rather red by now, even for him. “So... it did happen, then?” I asked myself more than him, “yes,” he answered even though he knew it was more rhetorical than actual. “Why?” I pondered aloud, “why me?” My heart was joyous and yet sorrowful, I felt so happy and yet agrieved, every feeling was contradicting itself with another, and I didn’t know why. “I know what is in your heart, and it is what is in mine. We were meant for eachother, Draco..” that’s the first time I ever heard him say my name as well, it was like a day of firsts. “But I...” we heard someone walking toward the doorway of the classroom, it was Snape. “I thought you two would have been at eachothers throats by now,” he mused, “well, whether you get along or not, I’m to use this classroom rather soon for a demonstration, so please take your petty talk elsewhere. Unless you wish to help me..” we gathered our things hurriedly and left the room, leaving the building altogether and heading for the Quidditch grounds. “But I don’t understand... I’m not a puffer... I can’t be! I’m a Slytherin, a Malfoy! I...” we had reached the grounds and Weasley took my hand. “Follow me,” he ordered, pulling me toward the Gryffindor side of the grounds. Since my muscles were a little less than him, I had no real choice, so I did so. We reached the stands and got to a door, “Alohomora!"
Chapter Three
“The next pair will be... Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy.” I just sat there with my mouth wide open, looking rather stupid because I was, in fact, stupified. After taking a day to refresh myself and get all other things off my mind, including the incident I persuaded myself never happened, it all came flooding back. Weasley, however, strolled over and sat next to me without a word. Not even a hint on his face that anything had ever happened, if it ever did. I was going crazy! “..Malfoy?” The shock and left my system as I heard his humorously high voice call to me. “What?!” I snapped back, recomposing myself from what must have looked to others a rather nasty shock. “You alright? I know you don’t want to be paired up with a Weasley, but you’ll have to live with it,” his voice now firm, “so we have to work together for the next month, do you think you can handle that?” He asked almost sarcastically. I didn’t know how to take it, I just nodded and rolled my eyes. “Right,” he began as the last pairing; which happened to be Potter and Mudblood, left the room chatting happily away, “we have to find out the origins of..” “What happened the other day?” I asked sternly, cutting him off. He just raised an eyebrow, “what do you mean ‘the other day’?” he replied. I tried to think, it seemed so real, it felt so real, I wanted it to be real! “Oh my god, I’m a fucking puffer!” I cried a little too loud, my pale skin turning prefusely red as I jumped up from the seat, and I was thanking my lucky stars that everyone else had gone from the room. “You’re what?” Weasley looked at me astonished, “I’m uh..” I struggled for words, “..I need a fucking muffler for my new car!” I couldn’t think of anything else to say at the time, but he looked at me mockingly, “you mean to say you have a muggle car?” I just stared, “never mind, if you need a muffler, come to my place during the break, we have heaps of spare parts,” he smiled. I couldn’t believe it, he was being so nice; which was rather unusual for him, I just spat, “I don’t want a Weasley’s spare parts in my car!” What was I saying?! His smile became a big grin, “oh, Malfoy, you’re such an idiot.” Well there was a surprise if ever I had one! How dare the muggle lover call me an idiot! “I..” before I could finish my sentence, his mouth was against mine, hot and delicious. His tongue seemed to twist with mine, then swirl back again, his lips caressing mine. I shot back aghast, “what the fuck are you doing, Ron?!” Did I just call him by his first name? I think I did, by the way he was looking at me; which seemed rather odd an expression, a mixture of shock and delight. “You called me Ron,” he said tenderly, “...and I just wanted to finish off what I started.” His grin became a smirk that lit up his face; which was rather red by now, even for him. “So... it did happen, then?” I asked myself more than him, “yes,” he answered even though he knew it was more rhetorical than actual. “Why?” I pondered aloud, “why me?” My heart was joyous and yet sorrowful, I felt so happy and yet agrieved, every feeling was contradicting itself with another, and I didn’t know why. “I know what is in your heart, and it is what is in mine. We were meant for eachother, Draco..” that’s the first time I ever heard him say my name as well, it was like a day of firsts. “But I...” we heard someone walking toward the doorway of the classroom, it was Snape. “I thought you two would have been at eachothers throats by now,” he mused, “well, whether you get along or not, I’m to use this classroom rather soon for a demonstration, so please take your petty talk elsewhere. Unless you wish to help me..” we gathered our things hurriedly and left the room, leaving the building altogether and heading for the Quidditch grounds. “But I don’t understand... I’m not a puffer... I can’t be! I’m a Slytherin, a Malfoy! I...” we had reached the grounds and Weasley took my hand. “Follow me,” he ordered, pulling me toward the Gryffindor side of the grounds. Since my muscles were a little less than him, I had no real choice, so I did so. We reached the stands and got to a door, “Alohomora!"