Eight Days a Week
Chapter 2 - Monday
"You have got to be kidding me."
Ron groans as he looks up to see Draco standing over him. "No," he whines. "Not two days in a row."
"Potter still not better then? Shame. I was so pulling for his health."
"Go away, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now."
"Aww, why not? Lovers' tiff? Don't be too hard on Potter. He was raised by muggles after all, he doesn't know any better."
"I told you, Harry's not my- No, you know what? I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."
"You just did," the blond is quick to point out.
"Stop talking to me, Malfoy, people are starting to stare."
Draco looks around as if finally realizing they're not alone today.
Shrugging, he sits down next to Ron and lowers the volume of his voice
a notch. "We wouldn't want to attract any undue attention, now would
we. I know you're unaccustomed to having people look at you. I, on the
other hand, am used to garnering stares everywhere I go. What can I
say, it's the Malfoy charm."
Ron grumbles, refusing to look at the other man. "Really? Is that what
your girlfriend tells you it is? And here I always thought it was the
lingering smell of rodent fur."
"Touché, Weasley. Not that it would matter what she would have to say
anyway, I don't sleep with her for her conversational skills."
"You're disgusting. Tell me, what sexually-transmitted disease did you give her to land her in St. Mungo's?"
"Implying that I'm promiscuous?"
"Stating it."
"I see your sister's been talking about us again then. She always did have a big mouth."
"Why you-!"
Ron leaps to his feet. Only the medi-witch's voice calling his name
prevents him from socking Malfoy right then and there in front of
everyone in the waiting room. Muttering to himself, Ron stalks off
behind her towards Harry's room. Draco watches him leave, amused.
