Ron Weisles was very sure.
Drac Malfoy was not a good person. And this was not because of any damn academic bias.
As the youngest son of a large (and poor) family, Ron did not have high material and emotional needs.
And he was very good at playing a moderate and practical supporting role, the kind that could accompany the protagonist to break through.
When necessary, he would be the scapegoat, and if the game ended well, he would be assigned a role that would benefit a little. This temperament allowed Ron to live quite freely and comfortably.
And he gained some good friends.
But to his surprise,
This natural honest temperament also allowed him to see the special side of his friends.
Neville had always been a little fatty who was so timid that he had to walk close to the wall, but he had the guts to put his excessive number of potted plants beside Ron's bed, so that Ron could only get out of bed from one side.
Hermione was rude and overbearing.
But in front of others, she still paid attention to her image as a girl. Only in front of Ron, she was like a dictator. Every word and sentence she said angrily — "Ron! Memorize this book! "" Ron! Put away your comics! "— must be done immediately.
And Harry — his mysterious and friendly brother, Harry Potter,
He was famous for being an optimistic and good young man.
Who would suddenly pull him up in the middle of the night for a walk,
The two hid under the invisibility cloak and walked quietly for an hour along the long and winding corridors of the Hogwarts.
No one spoke.
However, none of this could compare to the excitement that Drac Malfoy brought to Ron.
As the only son of an old (and rich) family,
Drac was not too lacking in material and emotional needs.
And he disdained to hide this trait among his peers.
What he had was always the best.
He always performed the best. He was the kind of young master who either acted as an ATM machine or a bully in juvenile stories. He would learn to be sincere and friendly in adventure stories and set off the protagonist's loneliness and strength. Generally speaking, since there was a positive supporting role like Ron, he only had the opportunity to be the villain.
Then he did perform very well. From the first appearance, little Malfoy, and the two followers behind him, whose arms were obviously developing faster than their brains, liked to show off their eloquence and meaningless mockery to the Gryffindor, plus some prank spells.
"Longbottom, can't you even walk? It seems that a leglock spell will help you learn to walk. "
"Granger, even if you raise your hand so high, my attention is still on your hair."
And, "Weisles, pauper, stay away from me. Even if your freckles are not contagious, don't spread your poverty factor around, okay?"
Neville was a coward, Hermione had scruples about the school rules, but Ron did not care. He immediately put his magic wand on his waist and waved his fist at little Malfoy. Although he was knocked down in the end, Drac's face turned blue for a day. Damn it, Weisles pulled his hair! He even gave him the middle finger!
Harry, who was passing by, was shocked when he saw this, and then he carried Ron away, praising him as they walked. "You're good, Ron. Did you pull his hair, Ron? " Why don't you give me one as a collectible, Ron? "
Ron was very touched and refused Harry's request. When he went back, he found a box of cards and put the two spoils of war in it. In the next few years, they would only increase... That night, Ron laughed out loud as he dreamed of making little Malfoy bald.
Harry, however, did not let the war escalate. As a diplomat who wandered between the four academies, Harry shamelessly pulled Drac, Zabini, and even Pansy into his social circle, and introduced them one by one. "Drac's grades are so good, Zabini is so handsome, Pansy... Pansy's spirit is amazing!" Neville, who basically had no opinions of his own, and Hermione, who was stubborn, did not have much of an opinion. Only Ron looked at Drac and gnashed his teeth, which puzzled Harry.
Of course, this was something Harry could not understand, because he did not know that Ron was actually a very vengeful person, and this vengeance had grown with the wind in the past six years, becoming Ron's obsession.
Six years ago, Ron was still a freckled five-year-old boy, and the twins were only eight years old, but they were already naughty to the point that Ron was angered by people and gods, and they were very keen on using all kinds of small inventions to make Ron cry. Later, Ron strongly requested to buy a technology share in the twins' joke shop, and he brought a lot of inspiration to his brothers! But before he had the awareness to protect his rights, he could only ask Arthur's father for help. In fact, Arthur had never been able to control the twins, but he was very good at grasping his son's psychological needs. "Ron, don't cry. Shall I take you for a walk in town? Ron, don't cry. Shall I take you for a walk in Diagon Alley? Ron, don't cry. Shall I take you for a walk in the Ministry of Magic? " Usually, this could stop Ron from being all bark and no bite.
The three oldest brothers each had their own learning and growth, and the twins only needed each other. Ginny was still a naive little girl, so although it was not obvious that he was lonely, Ron actually did not have many playmates. These days when he went out with Arthur was a rare opportunity to expand his activities and see the world.
Arthur's office was on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic, next to the boiler room and the broom room. It was convenient for Arthur to take a nap, and also convenient for Arthur to slack off. When he was secretly hiding behind his desk and reading muggle magazines about unmarried mothers, Ron was squatting at the door, waiting to talk to everyone who passed by.
Old Faber, who was in charge of the boiler room, coughed like an old bellows. "Noel (he could never remember Ron's name), go back and tell your mother that Arthur hid ten bottles of whiskey in his office!"
Ron refused. "There were eight bottles!"
There were also two bottles that had been stolen by Elno, the little stutterer in the broom room. "Why … Why are you talking about this?"
When everyone had their own things to do, Ron set up a chessboard at the door and played wizard chess with himself.
Then the arrogant voice sounded. "Shorty, what are you doing?"
A boy with light hair and eyes in a small suit stood in front of Ron with his arms crossed. He did not even lower his head, only slightly lowering his eyes. Ron saw his dragon leather boots and the white socks that wrapped around his calves. His legs were very good-looking.
The boy curled his lips and took a step back, as if to make it easier for him to comment on Ron. "Shorty …"
Ron was not short, at least half a head taller than his good brother in the future, but at the age of five, he was indeed a few inches shorter than Drac, who had grown up rich.
So Ron was not angry for the time being. "I'm playing chess."
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Playing chess by yourself?"
Ron looked at the boy for a while, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the boy really had a beautiful chin. He thought for a while, and before the boy frowned, he took out a delicately wrapped lollipop from his pocket. "Play chess with me, and I'll treat you to candy." The twins had specially given it to him as an apology — for the rainbow spider that had suddenly appeared next to his pillow. But for some reason, the color of the lollipop was still the color of the spider, so Ron had not touched it.
The lollipop that was handed over was well-packaged and looked quite delicious. The blond boy slowly took it and looked up and down at Ron. He suddenly smiled. "Freckles, old robe, red hair, I know who you are."
The boy peeled off the transparent packaging of the lollipop and kicked Ron's chessboard with his dragon leather boots. With a smile on his face, he said, "Poor Weisles, who wants to play with you?"
Ron was stunned by the chess pieces scattered all over the floor. It was not until the arrogant Drac walked away that he remembered to roar. "Who is this stinking brat?"
Faber, who was coughing like an old bellow, laughed. "Can't you tell from his hair? Without a doubt, he's the son of the Malfoy family. "
Ron angrily wrote down the family name in his little notebook, but it was not until he entered the Hogwarts that he knew that the young master of the Malfoy family was called Drac, and at that time, he was not shorter than Drac at all.
He punched him. "Damn you Malfoy! Give me back my lollipop! "
The furious Drac threw an entire box of high-end chocolates at him. "Damn you Weisles! You gave me laxatives when you were five! "He had diarrhea for the whole day!
From the fighting class to the end, other than the spells taught in class, there were more words that could be used as weapons: Viper! Villain! Pretty boy! And the other side had the same number of bullets to throw at him: Poor bastard! Skunk! Freckled face!
Harry, who had watched almost all the battles, no longer tried to stop the fight. You guys are just teenagers with too much energy and nowhere to vent, right?
No, no, our family feud is irreconcilable.
Ron became more and more resistant to the punches and spells. The number of blonde hairs in the little box increased, and the hate points were refreshed day by day. Finally, it peaked at a Valentine's Day party.
This was definitely a set up by the twins. Ron did all kinds of ridiculous moves while provoking Drac opposite him. As Ron expected, the latter's face turned red, but he stubbornly imitated his dance steps. What was even more ridiculous was that Ron actually thought that he actually danced quite well. His eyes were full of energy, and his waist was very thin.
The most ridiculous thing was, of course, that they were wearing the same clothes.
After the ridiculous dance battle, the young Malfoy quickly left the stage, leaving only a pair of leather shoes on the stage that Ron picked up. He looked like a Cinderella who had been scared away by a beast. Ha, what the hell! Ron did not leave. Ron stuffed himself full with food from the venue.
After that, it was a long March. Rumors flew everywhere, replacing Ron's victory in the battle between Weisles and Malfoy. There was no doubt that a Malfoy and a Weisles were involved in a scandal, and Malfoy was obviously the more humiliating one. But Ron was caught in a struggle with himself. He had to fight the whole chaotic March. The battlefield was paved with paint and paper, and the brush was his only weapon. He had to use all his strength to cut off all the thoughts that grew randomly. Before they could form a complete thought, they were all cut off.
Then — "Malfoy! You're bullying Neville again! "
Malfoy raised his chin. "Want to fight?"
"... Fight!"
So they followed the old rules. Neither of them took out their wands, but used their fists and feet to touch each other's shoulders, backs, and chests. Ron's attack range was a little wider, and he also tried his best to pull Drac's hair. As they fought and rolled on the grass, no one thought about the absurd dance battle.
Neville did not show any mercy when he applied medicine to Ron's bruised eyes. "I still don't know why Malfoy likes to fight with you. To be honest, he beats you up more than he does me!"
Ron grimaced in pain and thought to himself, "Of course it's real. This is his little villain nature."
The Drac who fought with Ron, the Drac who discussed homework with Hermione, and the Drac who studied papers with Harry were almost two different people. It was like the difference between the original novel and the novel.
When Drac politely asked Hermione about the changes in the star chart, his boots were attacking Ron's lower abdomen under the table. Ron, who was in pain, could only grab Malfoy's foot to remove the boots, but he was kicked over by the other side.
The worst thing was that Malfoy, who had a good upbringing, cursed after knocking down Ron. It was common, but it was muffled. Ron, who was smashed to the ground, and Drac, who had won, were stunned. Then Ron repeated, "F * ck …" Drac stepped on his foot and said with a cold face, "F * ck you!"
This was much more exciting than the punch in his face. Ron thought to himself.
After that, as if forming some kind of agreement, Drac used all the swear words he knew on Ron every time they fought. Occasionally, he would let loose with himself and replace "f * cking donkey-faced monster" with "f * cking skunk".
Ron pressed Drac to the ground and gained the upper hand. "Merlin! The way you speak is exactly like my distant uncle! "
Drac quickly turned the tables and pressed Ron's chest with his knee. "Damn pauper! I'm curious how many new clothes you can wear in your life? Let me think, would you probably masturbate for a man for ten gold coins? "
Ron was so angry that he laughed. "Ten? What a joke, eight is enough! "
Drac's face became very ugly, which allowed Ron to take advantage of the situation to flip him over and give him a good beating, and successfully pulled out two strands of his hair. On the way back to the dormitory whistling, he stopped the twins and asked, "What do you mean by masturbating?"
The twins' expressions were both surprised and amused. So, under the portrait of a medieval embroidered maiden, Ron received a one-time education from the twins. This was a very incomplete education, which directly led to Ron doing something so embarrassing in the future that he wished he could swallow a toilet seat.
At that time, they were not completely drunk. At least, after Harry threw them to the ground, they still remembered that the other party had not collapsed and did not admit defeat. Ron did not remember how many punches he took, nor did he remember how many punches he threw. Anyway, at that time, it was Malfoy who was on top of him. His head hit the foot of the bed, and in his dizziness, he subconsciously lifted his leg to kick.
Malfoy's painful voice was unusual, and he fell to one side. "F * ck... Ouch..."
"Who the f * ck are you trying to f * ck..." Ron turned over and saw Drac leaning against the bed, gritting his teeth and glaring at him. One of his hands was clutching the carpet, the other was covering his crotch. That was the place where he had accidentally kicked just now.
"Poor f * cking Weisles..." Drac must have cursed a few more vulgar words, but Ron did not listen. He just sat up. "Is it really that painful?"
Drac was more drunk than Ron, but he still had the mind to plan to pinch Ron's crotch when he leaned over. But before he could do anything, a poor f * cking hand reached out to his crotch.
There was also a sudden warm breath. "Then I'll rub it for you..."
"You f * cking... Ah... Bitch..."
Ron could finally mutter this sentence. "You f * cking... Can you stop swearing? You're so pretty... "
Slender lines, delicate facial features, and not a single freckle on his face, only fine hair and a sudden blush. The only flaw was that his lips were too thin, and he often spat out harsh words. Annoying, hypocritical, arrogant, insufferably arrogant little viper, he had been so pretty since he was five years old.
(Then you can do the girl's step!)
(Why!)
(Because you're so pretty!)
The poor f * cking hand reached into the young master's pants, rubbing randomly according to his feelings. His other hand reached into the young master's hem. The young master's skin was smooth and soft, and the poor f * cking lingered for a long time. He unconsciously leaned over, and his irregular breath scalded the young master, causing him to tremble.
Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. It was even more ridiculous than the Savior being infatuated with Headmistress Slytherin.
Drac grabbed Ron's hair and let it out.
"Little viper... I have something to tell you..."
If this guy still dared to say that he was good-looking, Drac would definitely strangle him on the spot. He swore on the Malfoys' hair!
But Weisles could always do worse things.
Ron almost buried his head into Drac's neck, and then stuck to his collarbone. He giggled inexplicably and said, "I'm about to collect your hundredth hair..."
Then Drac felt a tingling on his scalp. A golden strand of Malfoy's hair was being pinched in the hands of the poor f * cking Weisles.
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