{4} Playing Dirty

Draco visits Ron

Ron Weasely sat by the fireplace in his little flat in London. He had fed both his kids, read them a story and put them to bed. He now sat alone waiting for his wife to come home. It was 10:00 PM, and she was no where to be found. Ron was frantic now. It was not like her to not come home. He had a million questions to ask her and was getting anxious and frustrated. His day was not that great and he needed to talk to her.

Earlier that afternoon:

Ron apparated right to work, as he normally did and walked straight into the Auror Department, where he said hello to Harry and the rest of his team. He sat at his desk and began doing some work he needed to catch up on. Morning passed by quickly and soon it was lunchtime. He was about to leave for lunch with Harry, until an oily voice behind him said, "How cute. Scarhead and the Weasel are going for lunch together. So nice to see the two of you together after all these years." Spinning around, the boys came face to face with their arch-enemy Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked. It always amazed him how these two Gryffindors could still not get used to the fact that he had changed from his father's dark ways. He didn't give a damn about hurting anyone anymore, he just wanted to make peace.

"Malfoy." Harry nodded curtly to the blonde. Ron merely grunted a reply. He still didn't believe that he had changed.

"I did not come to chastise you both, but Weasely we need to talk." Malfoy said in the politeness voice he could muster. He couldn't believe Granger asked him for help on this. It wasn't right and still didn't understand why him. She could have asked Potter's girlfriend, or someone else from her house. Yet, she came to him. He'd have to ask her why when they met at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Do you need a wand shoved up your a-" Ron snarled at him. His temper was getting the better of him, and sometimes laughed at himself for it.

Malfoy smirked again. "Weasely, this isn't a request, its a command. I'd appreciate if we could talk." He was getting impatient. This wasn't going as smoothly as he hoped. Harry whispered something quietly to him and Ron nodded toward Harry.

"Sorry, Malfoy. I got better things to do then talk to a sniveling little Death Eater like you." With that said, Ron and Harry stalked off to lunch.

Draco stood there, astonishment at Ron's tone toward him. He pursed his lips and stalked back to his office. If that was how Ron wanted to play, then Draco was gonna have to turn dirty. He really didn't want to, but Hermione's hurt filled eyes and tear stained face was haunting his dreams. He picked up a piece of parchment and decided to write in a few favors.

With a satisfied smirk on his face, Draco hoped to win Granger's attention with any information he was gonna dig up.

Author's Note

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