Hey yawl, guess who's back with a brand spanking new story!! Actually this time it's not a Naruto hmm…but Harry Potter…Yes I know I've converted into slash and whatnot and I don't care P. If you don't like it don't read it ok also I want to thank those who've read my stories and love them you guys ROCK harder that Jimmy Page of course XD LOVE YOU ALL now TALLYHOOEE!!
Title: Enigmatic Slumber
Pairing: Ron x Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own Nothing but the clock haha but If I did own the characters, J.K. Rowling would cry…as would my mother.
It's always the same, always at the same time, always the same dream. The silver clock on his decorated nightstand reads 2:19 a.m. In one minute it would begin. I just wait. The clock now turns to 2:20 a.m. I can only watch as he starts whimpering in pain, as his perfect pale face contorts with anguish and disdain. The words,
"No! Stop, it hurts! Please!"
Pour from his pouty pink lips in a harsh mantra. I can't do anything to help him. He twists violently, the tears pouring from his closed eyes. The eyes I fell in love with
"Please! Not there!"
He's thrashing now. His almost white hair sticking to his sweat soaked face, messy and unkempt. The clock hits 2:25 a.m. and he stops. No words are screamed, his body returns to its lethargic sleep-heavy state, and his face, now covered with sweat and tears, eases gently. He never talks about it. He doesn't want to remember. The clock, now glowing 2:27 a.m. in fluorescent green, casts an eerie glow over the left half of his body, and he awakens.
"Are you ok?" I always ask his response is always the same.
"Just kiss me." He looks at me with those blue eyes, those beautiful crystal like depths that have seen so much pain and suffering, I can only comply. I lay over him bringing my lips to his in a simple chaste kiss. He wants more, he always wants more. "More please…just…love me…" He begs, while running his long slender fingers through my ginger red hair. He always begs.
"I do love you…but I can't take advantage of you." I tell him the words ghosting over his lips. Our eyes meet in a sort of blue to green gaze and he sighs knowing that I'm right. I'm always right. He buries himself in my arms trying to avoid the pain. It's 2:30 a.m. now. I sigh both contentedly and worriedly, contemplating whether he'll ever grace me with the knowledge of what plagues his mind at these times. He's asleep again, because he always falls back asleep. Every night it's the same. Every night it's always
the same. Every night it happens. Starting at 2:20 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. Same time every night, same dream every night. But it's all I can do. Wait. Wait until tomorrow. Same time I'll wait.
A.N. Ugghh sorry it's so short! I wanted to make it longer but cursed writer block irritates me like hell arrgh but lucky for me I have prompts! And if you peoples have prompts or requests please I beg you send them to meeee ahhh!! Love love! XoXo