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                     Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 4:49 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "THAT'S IT DRACO! I'M GOING TO SHUT YOU UP ONCE AND FOR ALL" "OH AH YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A PUREBLOOD? TRY ME!"  "Malfoy, Weasely! What unhand each other this instant!"Yelled McGonagall storming up to the redhead and blond fighting on the ground. She pulled them away from each other "HE STARTED IT" They both yelled.  "That is it boys. You are going to get along whether you like it or not! Report to my office tomorrow morning 9 o'clock sharp for punishment!"She yelled at the two before dropping them on the ground.  Both Ron and Draco looked at each other with a glare. "Look what you did now"They both continued to talk at the same time. They then stormed off their separate ways.  The next day both reported into her office and to their surprise, they were magically handcuffed together....          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:21 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ron just stared down at the bindings for a minute before looking up at McGonagall, then back at the bind, then back at McGonagall in disbelief.  "P-Professor!  This isn't fair!  I don't wanna be stuck with this bloody p***k every second of every day!  It was his fault!  Punish him, not me!"  The Weasley was flabberghasted.  "Don't do this to me, Professor!  Please!  I'd rather you use the Cruciatus curse on me than this!"          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:43 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "You think you have it bad Weasley! You have never spent a day with yourself! I'm going to be dying!"Draco immediately challenged back before throwing his hands down. "You just wait until my father hears about this!"He almost screeched before storming out with such force that he literally dragged Ron with him. Draco was now muttered a rainbow of colorful words about Ron, about McGonagall, even and about the school itself. How was he going to look go handcuffed to this, this, IDIOT! Draco felt insult just to be in his presences, let alone for more than ten minutes. This was down right cruel and unusual punishment.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:05 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Ron stumbled along behind the Malfoy for a few moments before he skidded to a halt.  He tugged back on the bindings.  "You're not gonna drag me around this whole bloody castle, Malfoy!  Now let's just get to supper," he grumbled, glaring ahead of him as he stomped down the hallway towards the Great Hall.  
  When they reached the hall, Ron immediately began to hurry over to the Gryffindor table as Draco made his way towards the Slytherin one.  They were on opposite sides of the room.  They both jerked to a stop and were forced to ram their shoulders together from the force.  Ron glared at Draco and growled.  "I'm not sitting with your stuck-up a**-hole friends and your ugly-a** girlfriend, Malfoy.  You're sitting at the Gryffindor table with me," he hissed, ears turning red.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:21 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Draco glared at Ron, but willingly when to the Great Hall with them admitting mentally that he was hungry too so this was technically by his choice not because Ron wanted to. 
  Once they were in the Great Hall, Draco tried to go the Slytherin table like always, but was instantly stopped and send crashing back, back into that thing! Then Ron started in on him, but Draco wouldn't have it. "Listen you stupid poor excuse for a pure blood, I would rather eat dirt than go anywhere near your mud-blood fulled table."Draco hissed back with darkened stormy gray eyes. He wasn't back down from this. "And don't even start on my friends, My friends aren't fugly mud-bloods and walking tragedy stories!"He barked under his breath not wanting to alert any more teachers onto their fights, who knows what else they would do.           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            Ron growled, his whole body beginning to turn a dark shade of red in anger.  "Don't you insult my friends!  At least my friends are real, unlike your damn suck-ups.  They only want to be around you because of your bloody name.  They don't even like you.  Crabbe and Goyle are afraid of you.  I'd rather have real friends and family that would do anything for me because they care about me than the filth you have over there and your so-called father," he countered, glaring right into Draco's eyes.            
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:52 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Draco snarled a little at the comment before spitting one right back at him without missing a beat. "Weasley, last time I checked a pity club was not friends and your family is the fifty rag-dolls that give pure-bloods a bad name, I mean look at what you are wearing hand-me-downs. Oh dreadfully fancy Ron! No wonder the only girls that like you are ******** mud-bloods because you deserve to be with them Ron, in the dirty freaking mud, you hot headed idiot."Draco snapped back just bashing everything he could think of and not feeling a bit of remorse for the other. Draco deeply scolded back at Ron with a brooding glare back at him. Ron looked mean when he looked mad, when Draco looked mad, he looked scary. His storm-cloud eyes only added to it, because when he got mad people said they could see the lightening flashing out of them.           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:11 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "I'm terribly bloody sorry we all can't be spoiled rotten little brats and get everything we want.  I would love to get new clothes, Malfoy, but I'd rather have food and wear hand-me-downs than die in a fancy suit that I'll only wear once.  I'd rather have a poor family that cares about me than a rich family I don't see more than once or twice a year, and when I do see them, they either don't speak to me or snap at me because I'm not perfect.  So dog on my family and friends all you want, but, you know what?  I'm sick of it.  It's old, Malfoy.  I don't care anymore.  You can have the last laugh, the last word, the last peice of bloody silk in the world, but I have my family and friends to stand by me.  You have nothing."  He then turned towards the Gryffindor table and walked to it, yanking Draco behind him.  He plopped down at his seat infront of Hermione and Harry.  "Hey, guys," he greeted.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:21 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Draco was about the retort back when he was yanked to the other table. Harry and Hermione had the same 'what the ********' look on when Ron sat down with Draco being forced along after him. "Um, Ron as much as just love Draco, why are you two attached at the wrist?"Hermione said trying to ignore Draco's presence. Draco didn't say anything just sat looking away from the table mutter things to himself ignoring all three of them as well.           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:27 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ron groaned.  "We got in a fight and McGonagall thought up this lovely punishment.  We have to stay like this for Merlin knows how long...  I'm sick of him already."  He shot a glare over at Draco, lips twitching into a breif sneer.  "I wish he would just disappear from the Earth.  I mean, how in the bloody hell are we gonna go to bed tonight?  I am NOT sharing a bed with him.  Especially not in the Slytherin dorms where they could kill me in the middle of the night."          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:44 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Draco shot a deadly glare at Ron. "Forget it, I. Am. Not. Sleeping. ANYWHERE. But. My. Bed. End. Of. Discussion."Draco said, no he didn't even say, he commanded. He meant it too. The redhead made him sit at this god awful table he could at least sleep in his bed. He needed one comfort from all this mess. Ron could just shove it. 
           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 8:12 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Ron glared harder over at Draco.  "Fine, but if I'm killed in the middle of the night, I'm haunting you.  I'll make your life a living hell-hole, Malfoy.  Not to mention all the people you'll have to deal with just because you were being selfish."  He stabbed his steak with his fork harshly and shoved a peice in his mouth, chewing it angrily.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 8:43 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "Fine, if you die, which you won't you are just exaggerating, You have full permission to haunt me!"Draco said rolling his eyes as he ate his food. Mostly by stabbing his food multiple times before actually eating it. Harry looked over at Draco and Ron uneasily. He had a bad feeling about this, but McGonagall was right, something did need to be about their fighting. Draco fought with everything but Ron was the worse. Don't get Harry wrong, Draco was pretty intolerable but maybe this could be good for both of them. Maybe it would help them both become better people. Harry could only hope that Ron would be okay. If something right did happen to Ron, he really would kill Draco in a heartbeat. He wouldn't regret it either. Harry looked over at Hermione, who seemed to be rounding around the same thoughts as he was. Harry then turned Ron looking at him with a slightly sad look. "um, so I guess you won't be coming back up to the common room? Or will you?"Harry asked an slightly saddened look to Ron. Harry and Ron were close friends they depended on each other for a lot. It was weird to know Ron was stuck in such a bad situation and Harry couldn't help him. 
           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			             Ron's groaned and moved his plate, suddenly not having an appetite.  He then slammed his forehead down on the table.  "No..," he groaned again.  "I probably won't b--  Well, I do have to get night clothes..," he said, sitting up a little bit, but still slumping over.  "That'll be it, though..."  He sighed.  "I hate this..," he mumbled, laying his head on the table again.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 9:04 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Harry looked at him with a frown before reaching across the table and patting his shoulder a little. "It's okay, why don't we go get your clothes now seeing as everyone is down for dinner and there won't be a fuss about Draco being in the common room."Harry said softly looking back at Hermione. She nodded a little she understood that Harry didn't want her to tag along. Harry probably had to tell Ron something and didn't want the whole world it, Draco was already going to know. If it was that important she would learn when Harry came back down or when she went to the common room. Draco rolled his eyes, the way Harry was talking made Draco think that him and Ron were lovers which completely disgusted Draco. Completely. Definitely no room for doubt in his mind about that or so he thought at the moment.           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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