Title: My Only Love
Main Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom, among others.
Longbottom and Hermione Granger
Rating: R, for violence, language, abuse and sexual content
Genres: Angst, Drama, Romance, Action/Adventure, Humor
Summary: It's 7th year for Harry and Co, and things are changing. A romance between two of the unlikeliest people begins. And Voldemort is out for blood.
Warnings: Contains rape, slash and sexual content.
Disclaimer: None of the characters recognized belong to me; they belong to JK Rowling, the genius. Nothing but the plot belongs to me, so please don't sue. Also, this is not set in the same universe as my Percy/Oliver fic, Two Lives
Part One: September
Chapter 1A
Malfoy Manor
Draco Malfoy stared up at his ceiling, not caring that his usually perfect features were streaked with tear-tracks. His body still ached from his father's last punishment. And all for not wanting to kiss the robes of a smelly, power-hungry crackpot. Damn Lucius and double-damn Voldemort. Draco furiously wiped his eyes and cursed his sensitive nature. One would think that after so many years of having violent curses flung at him, he would have learned not to cry about it.
Draco tried to concentrate on something other than his aching body, and found himself thinking of HIM again. Of his red hair, and freckled face. Of His quick temper and beautiful blue eyes. Of Ron Weasley. His arch-nemesis and secret love. The boy, no man, he'd loved since primary school.
A memory from long ago, on his first day of Wizard preschool came to his mind. He remembered watching in awe as the little redhead had stood up to the bully who had been terrorizing Draco. It had been then that Draco had decided that he would marry Ron Weasley someday. And thus had began a beautiful, innocent friendship.
Until his father had stepped in and told Draco that if he had anything more to do with that rabble, he would be confined to the dungeons with only bread and water for three weeks, with only the rats and the darkness for company. A terrified five-year-old Draco had promised that he would have nothing more to do with Ron, and had broken off his friendship, much to the hurt and confusion of five-year old Ron.
But he had never given up hope that someday, he could be himself and win Ron's love and respect. But that day seemed like only a distant wish now. One that, over the past seven years of hatred and mistrust, seemed farther out of Draco's reach than the stars in the heavens.
Draco rolled over and blindly fumbled for the picture he kept hidden in his secret drawer. He pulled it out and held it close to his face. Ron Weasley, dressed in his worn Quidditch robes, stood with his arm slung over the shoulders of a dark-haired boy, holding the Quidditch Cup high in the air. The red head was smiling wildly and his eyes shone with pride and excitement. His broad shoulders almost seemed to be splitting the seams of the robes, and he stood a good head taller than the boy next to him.
"Oh, Ron, I wish I could tell you how much I love you," Draco sighed. He traced a delicate finger over Ron's smiling face, and giggled to himself. "What's that Ron? You love me too? You want to run away together? Live in wonderful sin for the rest of our lives?"
"What's this? My son is a fucking faggot?" drawled a cold voice from the doorway.
Draco gasped and rolled over to see his father standing ominously in the doorway. "Father!"
Lucius sneered and stalked closer to the bed. Draco scrambled to his knees and tried to control the trembling of his lower lip.
"Well, since you like being buggered up the arse, it should fall to your father to educate you in that sort of behavior." Lucius knelt on the bed and roughly pushed Draco down. A quick chant and Draco was naked, eyes wide in fear.
Lucius stroked Draco's beautiful hair and whispered, "My beautiful, beautiful boy. How I have longed to do this. To make you mine in every sense of the word." Lucius was suddenly rough and pinned Draco beneath him.
"Fa…father, pl…plea…please, don't do th...this!" Draco whimpered, trying to escape his father's punishing grasp.
Rough hands grasped his hips and forced him to roll over. Draco felt a blunt object against his tender opening, and then a pain more agonizing than the Cruciatus Curse ripped through his body and he knew no more.
***
When Draco woke, he didn't notice the pain at first, because the sight that met his eyes chilled and numbed his bones. The picture of Ron that he had been tenderly stroking last night had been brutally torn apart. Tears burned against eyelids that had closed against the pain. "Oh Ron, my poor beautiful Ron. I won't let him hurt you. I wont," Draco vowed.
Draco gingerly got off the bed and the pain that suddenly assaulted him reminded him of what his father had done last night. Shaking, and feeling nauseous he rushed toward the bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. Shakily, he flushed the mess down and turned to the shower. He turned the water on as hot as he could stand and spent the next half hour trying to feel clean.
When the hot water finally ran out, Draco stepped from the shower and wrapped his fluffy bathrobe around his slight frame. Staring at himself in the mirror, he scowled at his reflection. He wasn't any taller than he had been at 15, and seeing as he was now two months past his 17th birthday, it was safe to say that he wouldn't be growing any more. His silvery blonde hair fell to the nape of his neck and his skin seemed translucent. It was obvious to all who looked at Draco Malfoy that he was a masterpiece in perfection.
Normally he took pride in his looks, but today he cursed them. If he hadn't been so perfect, maybe his father would have left him alone. Legs too weak to support him, he dropped to the floor and drew his legs up to his chest, ignoring the pain this caused to his ribs and other areas of his delicate body. He dropped his head to his knees and let the tears come.
Finally, too exhausted to cry any longer, Draco pulled himself to his feet and re-entered his bedroom. He quickly dressed in his most comfortable robes and turned his attention to packing for school. Tomorrow was September 1st, and that meant Hogwarts. And Hogwarts meant safety…and Ron.
Chapter 1B
The Burrow
Ron Weasley lay on his bed, mulling over his last letter from Hermione. It was filled with information on what was happening in the Muggle world, as well as a bit of information that made him stop and think. The last part of her letter was, well, it was weird in his opinion.
…Anyway, I've been corresponding with Neville a lot this summer. He's a very funny bloke when he's stopped being shy. You want to know a little secret? You have to promise not to laugh Ronald. I think, well, I think I may have developed a bit of a crush on Neville. He's a lot more confident and out-spoken in letters. So, what do you think about that?
"What do I think about it?" Ron asked out loud. "It's… weird. But if it's Neville she wants, than she is welcome to him. It's not like he's my type or anything." No, his type ran more toward the arrogant blonde-type. Not that he would admit to anyone, but Draco Malfoy was the most shaggable boy at Hogwarts, with perhaps Harry Potter coming in a close second.
"So, what's 'Mione got to say?" Harry asked from the door. His hair was mussed and Ron had a sinking suspicion that he really didn't want to know just what Harry had been up too. Especially when it probably involved his baby sister.
"Nothing much. Just that she wants in Neville's pants," Ron deadpanned, and then had to laugh at Harry's fish-like expression. "Just joking mate. She only thinks she has a crush on the poor boy."
"Well, good for Neville. We both know he's been nuts for her since third year. It's good of her to finally see the wonderful bloke he has become."
"Yeah, now that's she stopped pining over me, she can give the others a shot," Ron joked. It was well known within the trio that Hermione had had a crush on Ron in fifth year, only to be heart-broken to find out that Ron had a crush on Justin Finch-Flethcy, Terry Boot and Seamus Finnegan. But she had gotten over it, and had since made Ron miserable with statistics and facts of being a gay wizard.
"Too true. So, how's your love life going?" Harry asked.
Ron sighed. "What love life?" he asked. Since his horrible break-up with a seventh year Ravenclaw called Trent Bagginson at the beginning of sixth year, Ron had been disgustingly single. He wasn't ready to have his heart trampled upon again.
"Ron, you can't let Trent's actions stop you from living your life. He's not worth giving up your future happiness for." Harry sat down on the bed next to Ron and poked him in the shoulder.
"I know, Harry. It's not that I don't want to move on. It's just that there is no one to move on to."
"What about Justin? He's nice and attractive and would probably jump at the chance to go out with you," Harry suggested.
Ron scoffed at the idea. "Justin would let me walk all over him. I need someone who can stand up to me, and hold their own when I get in a temper."
"And that does happen quite a lot mate," Harry said matter of factly. "Well, is there anyone you fancy?"
Ron debate whether or not to tell Harry about his new found obsession with Draco Malfoy. He decided to take the plunge. "Ok, you have to promise not to get upset, or fly off the handle if I tell you."
Harry frowned at him and said, "Why, you don't fancy Malfoy do you?" He was met with silence. "Ron, it's not Malfoy is it?"
Ron sighed and said, "Hell, Harry. He's the only one, besides you and Hermione, who gives as good as he gets. And even you have to admit he is fucking gorgeous. And he has the tightest—"
"Enough Ron! I get the picture," Harry said, cutting Ron off. "Ok, enough about Malfoy's perfection. Wanna go play Quidditch?"
Ron laughed and replied, "Sure. Let's go."