Thread: Playing all sides (Fulicious x Malice87)

Ron Weasley sat in the Gryffindor common room. He was staring at a piece of parchment with the words The Purpose of a Rubber Duck written across the top of it. It was a paper for his muggle studies class. The title was a inside joke about a question his father, Arthur Weasley, had once asked his best friend Harry. Below it were a few paragraphs of writing. Unfortunately a few meager paragraphs were not enough to call this paper finished. The instructor had set a 1000 word minimum. Ron knew he was well short if that mark ,but he didn't have the heart to count to see, or even to use a spell to do it for him. The figure would only discourage him further. This paper should have been easy. His two best friends had grown up as muggles and practically still lived like them when they weren't at school. He had hoped to pick their brains for help. His friends, Harry and Hermione, seemed to be more and more scarce these days. Since Voldemort's alleged defeat and the death of Serious Black last year, things had changed. Harry's every spare minute seemed to be taken up between Dumbledore and the minister if magic. Not that Harry having to do with them was anything new. It just seemed like things were different now. Before Ron had gone along with Harry for all his adventures, now it seemed as though he was getting left behind and Harry was more on his own. More than that when his friend was around he seemed quieter and more reserved. Hermione was much the same. Although, Ron couldn't say why. He knew she was devoting a lot if time her studies, but that was nothing new. She was also putting a lot if energy into helping Harry with his extracurricular studies. It was more than that though. Even when she wasn't doing either of the former she never seemed to be around, and when she was around she seemed prickly and on edge. Ron wondered if it was him. They seemed to be leaving him behind and he didn't like it. Part if it was missing his friends, part if it was him feeling jealous of them spending time together. Harry having something with Hermione he did not. He was starting to feel irritated, so he put the paper down and stretched searching the room for something to distract himself from his thoughts. Much to his surprise he finds something. He sees his sister, Ginny. Something seemed different about her as of late. Ron couldn't put his finger on it but she seemed more.....womanly. He knew he shouldn't think such things about his sister but recently he had been noticing her womanly attributes. The curve of her butt, her youthful perky tits, her thin toned legs, all seemed to have blossomed almost over night. He wasn't sure if she had really changed or if it was just his imagination. Either was she suddenly seemed very enticing. He blushed slightly to himself, at the sudden lewd thoughts towards his sister. Closing his parchment in his book he stands up and strides over to his sister. Ginny, where are you going? Elsewhere in the castle Harry was waiting outside Professor Snape's classroom. Snape was giving Harry supplemental defense against the dark arts lessons per Dumbledores request. It was easily the most unpleasant part if his day. Professor Snape was evidently running late today, something Harry didn't mind in the least. Harry looks up and down the hall checking for any sign of the absent instructor. There weren't many people about this time of night. So it was easy to pick out Malfoy, staring at him contemptuously at him, just down the hall. Not a word passed between them. None were needed. They both knew the score. As if they didn't hate each other enough the event of last year had only escalated things. Malfoy's father had been found out as a death eater in the fallout of the attack at the ministry last year and been forced into hiding. Harry wasn't sure what had transpired between then and now, but he sensed something different about his rival. The eyes of the skinny blond held a malice and intent that wasn't there before. It unnerved Harry a bit. It gave him the feeling that everything between them was going to come to a head, and soon. If Harry thought there was a difference in Draco he wasn't wrong. The previous summer had changed Draco in some very fundamental ways. He was no longer a coward like his father. No, the new Draco was vicious and motivated, not the sniveling brat he had been. This was all thanks to his dear aunt. His aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, had demanded to take him after his father fled. She threatened to kill Draco if his mother refused. So, he was taken under his aunts wing. She trained him, twisted him, and warped him until he was her prefect little death eater and potential successor to the dark lord. She had sent him back to Hogwarts as a test. She had sent him with the task of eliminating their enemies. At the other end of the hall Draco stared his hate at Harry. He wanted to kill Harry ad redeem his families name. To prove that the Malfoys were nothing to be scoffed at. He would succeed where his father had failed. Unfortunately now was not the time or the place. He would have to bide his time.