I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter. If I did, I assure you that I wouldn't be on here writing fan fiction about them. J.K would probably have a heart attack if she knew what I did to them. But that's my twisted mind for you. J
I was depressed when I wrote this so I don't know if any of you will actually like it. I've went through a terrible break up recently and I haven't been in the best of moods. Please review. It might cheer me up people. Let me know if you liked it. Let me know if you hated it.
Summary: Ron's troubled because he couldn't tell someone how he felt before they died. *not slash this time*
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I hope you die a very slow and painful death Malfoy. I'll be here watching and laughing at you the whole time.
Ron remembered saying those words. He remembered the look on Draco's face. For a few seconds, he thought that he had seen a look of hurt. Those gray eyes of his clouded over for a moment. He wished now that he could take those words back. He wanted to apologize. But he couldn't. It was too late now.
He thought about the reason why he had said those words. Draco had been picking on him. It was harmless really. Now that he looked back on it, he had been so stupid. Draco hadn't been doing any real harm. Then he had to say that.
He also thought about the day that Draco had cornered him one night after curfew in a dark hallway. Draco had been so quiet. He explained to Ron about how he didn't have long to live. He explained about the cancer that he had. Neither Muggle or Wizard healing methods could cure him. It was spreading rapidly, taking over his body every second that he lived. He then apologized to Ron.
"Listen Ron, I'm sorry about everything that I have ever done to you and your friends. It was stupid of me to do all the things that I've done. I've had a lot of time to think lately. I really wish that I could have been friends with you." He whispered the whole thing never breaking eye contact with Ron.
Ron didn't say anything back to him. He didn't apologize for those words that had hurt Draco even after he had said all that to him. Draco had given him one last look and left. That was the last time that they ever spoke to each other.
Ron's dreams were haunted by Draco's eyes everyday after that night. He had received word one month later that Draco was dying in the hospital. He didn't go to say goodbye. He didn't go. He could have went but no, he didn't. He was a coward that couldn't bring himself to say "I'm sorry" to the boy that tormented him for so many years. He couldn't get past the little things.
Now, sitting at Draco's funeral, he cried silent tears. His eyes were locked on the casket while he listened to Draco's father giving a speech about his son. Ron realized that Draco was loved. He was loved by many people. He watched Mr. Malfoy. It was a sad sight. His face was puffy. He couldn't control the tears. He wasn't a heartless man like everyone thought.
The Malfoy's had an open casket service. Ron walked to where Draco's body was resting. He fingered the rose he was holding and laid it on Draco's chest.
"I am so sorry Draco. I am sorry for everything. I wanted to tell you sooner but I couldn't." He closed his eyes. He felt more at ease now. "I'm sorry."
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That was it. Let me know what you think in a review.