Draco stormed into the plaza. The trees surrounding him were heavy with ripe fruit but he did not even pause as he charged through there, intent on finding a secluded place.
He spun abruptly, before Dobby could get a chance to hide.
"Dobby." he muttered.
The small elf winced, expecting pain.
"Get over here." Draco said with a flick of his head as he slumped against the nearest tree.
"Wha's wrong, Mister Malfoy?" he squeaked cautiously.
"I'm in love. With the most amazing girl in the world. And she probably has no idea I exist."
Dobby gasped before he could stop himself. Draco smiled kindly at him. "Yeah. Now you see what I'm up against. Ron would as soon as kill me as have me look twice. The others might be able to help, but they are all away, having left her here with these idiot."
"Mister Malfoy shouldn't talk that way-"
"I know, I know. After all Pansy is a good friend. But I don't care. If she'd just look at me again, I know anything would be worth it." he thumped his head on the tree trunk. "Merlin, how did I miss her in school? Guess it took killing a few people to get it all straight."
Dobby started to say something, but paused. "Oh! But here comes her brother."
"Aye. Get up the tree and you'll see how I'm welcomed."
Ron entered the clearing in his usual flurry of gangly limbs and crimson hair. He looked around for a few moments before he noticed Draco.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?"
Draco smirked with exaggerated politeness. "Nothing. Which apparently I'm good at."
"Don't be ridiculous, you're good at being irritating as well and we don't hold that against you."
"You're in a bloody good mood." Draco growled.
"And you're not. I thought you were all hot and heavy with Parkinson."
"Don't be stupid. I'm just sitting here politely. Being the best that God made me."
"You should do something about that." Ron said.
Draco was pleasantly surprised that he hadn't insulted the red head in the entire conversation. Nor had Ron truly insulted him during the course of the past few minutes.
"No body gives me anything to do, so how can I fix it?" Draco elaborated.
"Do you know where you are?" Ron asked abruptly.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. In the Parkinson orchard."
"And who's here with you?"
"Well, you are. Do I need to tell you who you are as well?"
For the first time Ron flushed with the trace of anger. "Watch it, Malfoy."
"Why? Are you too young to be out on your own?" Draco was getting more bored by the second and riling Ron seemed a good remedy. Draco rose up to his feet.
Ron stepped back. "What you gonna do? Fight me?"
Draco laughed. "I have honor still. Not here. Not now."
Ron flushed at the obvious insult. He straightened and started towards Draco. Dobby jumped down from the tree and snapped his fingers. "No you mustn't fight Mister Malfoy."
Ron struggled against his invisible bonds. "Let me go!"
Draco shook his head. "Listen to me, you git. I'm leaving and you can't stop me."
"Why the hell do you need my permission?"
"Because I'm going to see your brother, Charlie."
"Well, with Bill off and married, and your parents out of town for now, he's the one to talk to about courting your sister."
Then before Ron could do more than drop his jaw, Draco and Dobby were gone, freeing him from his binds.
(A/N: What? What do you mean I shouldn't start a new story? What are you talking about? I never start stories without finishing the previous ones. That doesn't sound like me at all.