Date: 30 September 1999 Characters: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter Location: Grimmauld Place Warnings: Possible craaazy sex Summary: Ron tells Harry how dinner with Malfoy went Status: Incomplete Open/Closed: Closed
Ron clutched his styrofoam container of spaghetti and Apparated to outside of Grimmauld Place. He felt that he should be commended. Given an award, perhaps. Because he got through an entire glass of wine (though not dinner) with the biggest git of all, Draco Malfoy. And he still did think that Malfoy was a git. Sure, he could say nice things, but he didn't have the actions to back them up. Harry might think that Malfoy was a good bloke now, but Ron wasn't impressed. But whatever. He'd tolerate Malfoy. That was enough.
He came into the house that he'd actually grown somewhat fond of. He headed to the kitchen to put his spaghetti away so it wouldn't go back, and saw Harry there. He smiled a little. It was nice, in a way he couldn't quite articulate, to come home to Harry. At the end of every day, after all the crap he had to wade through or evil enemies he had to defeat, he could do it all with a smile on his face if Harry was there at the end. He shook his head abruptly. What was that thought process all about? He and Harry weren't a couple or anything, Merlin's balls.
Ron collapsed into a chair. "The good news is that Draco and I are on pleasant enough terms. The bad news is that I think he's driven me to insanity."