One-shot.
Draco didn't want to hear that Ron loved him. Ron knew that some things were worth saying.
Slash/Violence/Character death. If reading about that is going to ruin your day, just hit the back button. Ok? Good.
Disclaimer: Characters property of JKR.
Draco pinned the redhead against the wall with unnecessary force and stared deep into his eyes.
"Kiss me, Weasley."
Ron complied.
For one brief, beautful moment, Draco forgot. He forgot the cuts on both their faces, the screams in the background, the deaths behind them…and the one coming soon.
He broke the kiss and simply held their bodies close, listening to their ragged breathing. He needed this moment, needed it to last forever…He wanted something beautiful for the both of them. He wanted something that he could not have.
Voldemort never understood love.
He drew back and deftly removed his wand from his cloak pocket. Ron's expression didn't change as Draco pointed it steadily at his throat.
"You understand." It was a statement, not a question.
Ron closed his eyes. "Yeah." He opened them and looked briefly at Draco. "I love you."
Draco's fingers trembled, and the wand dropped an inch or two as he struggled to regain his composure.
"Don't ever say that, Weasley."
Ron grinned crookedly. He was missing a tooth. "Say what? 'I love you?' 'Cos I do. I damn well love you."
Draco clenched the shaking hand that was not wrapped around the wand. "Don't you ever, ever fucking say that. You don't, you d-don't, just—"
Ron shook his head slighty and grinned ruefully again. "Is that really so hard to hear, Malfoy? And is it really so hard to admit that you might love me back?"
Before he knew what was happening, the Draco had drawn back his fist and punched Ron in the face. A small dribble of blood slid out of the redhead's crushed nose as he stared knowingly at Malfoy. Draco held his breath and willed his lower lip not to tremble.
It was a while before Ron spoke.
"Love shouldn't fucking hurt," he finally said, his voice no more than a whisper.
"Yeah, Ron?" said Draco, averting his eyes, "Well no one said that life was fair." He drew his wand with a steady hand.
It was over quickly. A whispered incantation, a brief flash of light, and then—nothing.
Draco stepped backwards as the body slid sickeningly down the wall. He turned to the side and retched, but straightened quickly.
He turned, and for a moment something slid down the blonde's cold cheek...but he hastily wiped it away with the back of his hand.
Whether it was blood from the cut above his eye or a tear, he'd really rather not know.