Author: Sazmuffin
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Title: Galaxy
Rating: T
Ship: Ron/Draco
A/N: I was in a writing mood and this has been sitting in my computer for months, begging to be finished. :D
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"Trust me, Weasley, there is no other place I'd rather be." It's funny how he thinks those quips of his still sting.
The problem is that they do.
How did I get myself here? Climbing a flight of stairs in an old, run-down barn thrown haphazardly into the middle of the English countryside, with no one but Malfoy to keep me company.
I appear nonchalant as he continues to try and get a rise out of me. I've long since stopped taking the bait. Any other person would've just stopped, realizing that stupid remarks about my family or my appearance don't do it anymore. But not Malfoy. He's a whole new breed of idiot.
I decide that's quite a good comeback and I seem to forget everything and say it out loud. That doesn't seem to sit too well with him, since his finger is jabbing me hard in the chest and he's up in my face, snarling and spitting with rage.
A look of surprise combined with skepticism dawns on my face at his actions. Immediately I regret opening my mouth. Things with Malfoy almost always lead to trouble.
I grunt in annoyance and push him away from me. I guess he still underestimates me, seeing as he's stumbling across the floor and colliding with a wall of baled hay. I walk over to him, chuckling as he struggles to get back onto his feet.
He goes on his insulting and belittling of me, speaking freely as we search this godforsaken barn. Why Harry made us come here is some kind of deductive reasoning I don't care to pick up.
For a second it feets like I'm being transported by port key, but the roof is collapsing and I'm falling and Malfoy is yelling and now all I feel is my stomach in my throat and pain like white lightning shooting through my body.
His eyes are the galaxies we used to study in Astronomy. They must be. But no, his are nothing like that. Spirals of grey and pinpricks of color, slowly fading as the pain sets in. We're lying on the floor of the barn, covered in debris, our faces inches from each other. Malfoy rolls over onto his back, exposing him to the Death Eater in question.
Quickly and almost without question, I fire a stunning spell that hit its mark on Dolohov's chest. Everything goes hazy and all I'm left with are those eyes. It takes all the strength I have to tear my gaze away from those heavenly bodies, as my head falls with a thud onto the wooden floor. My head, once made of muscle and bone, is now lead.
A groan comes somewhere around me, I'm not sure if it escaped my lips or Malfoy's. I almost don't care to know. It won't stop the neurons from firing into my brain, alerting me to the pain I already feel. But there, it's something different. A soft touch, fingers gently pulling at my hair.
The dust is stirring and from what I can guess, Malfoy is inching towards me. Probably to see if I'm dead or not. What I think is my name comes from lips, hoarse and weak. My eyes lift to his, and I'm hit with an even bigger force than falling through the floor.
It hits me so hard I forget my hatred for him and I kiss his bloodied lips, just hoping to take the pain away. I don't know how I did it, but I manage to get onto my elbows, attacking his mouth as his pink tongue touches mine. He has the sweetest mouth I've ever tasted, I can't get enough. I'm suddenly starved for him, as if a human needs Malfoy to survive. At this moment, I do. I've never needed anything more.
There isn't a measure of time that can describe how long we were entwined. Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was a lifetime. Our lips retreat, our eyes lock. The hatred is gone, replaced by an indescribable feeling. A bleeding, gargantuan, insurmountable hunger that's been starved for years. Not love, not infatuation, just hunger.