Author: SheWritesMe1

Title: The Dragüns

Rating: M, will move towards more adult themes but nothing too explicit but the age requirements is at least 16 years or older.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Pairings: More-somes

Genres: Slash, Het, Friendship, Romance, Hurt Comfort

Note: The age of one of the characters will be explained later in the story. The updates for The Dragüns will be every two weeks. This is Slash.

POV: For chapter 2 (RON)

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was under extreme strain at the moment. You would think that it would have been in reference to the Dark Lord or the fact that one of the school's own had died so suddenly at the Triwizard tournament the year before. No, the intense atmosphere was because of the two brooding sixth years that sat at the Slytherin and Gryffindor table respectfully. Since the beginning of the year, everyone had been walking around on pins and needles trying to avoid the duo and it looked as though they were trying to avoid one another. They were doing a magnificent job, even in classes that Slytherins and Gryffindors shared, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy ignored each other most of the time, at least that is what the other students told Ron.

Ronald Weasley was having the worst school year of his life. Hermione was angry because he did not want to date her, Harry was angry with him because of the way he had behaved once Harry's name had come out of the Goblet and on top of that he was having the worst headaches imaginable. Hermione wasn't speaking to him and Harry was avoiding him like the plague except at lunch. Harry normally came in the second half of lunch. He simply sat down next to Ron and would begin to eat. Every time Ron would try to strike up conversation, Harry would blatantly ignore him. So with a heavy heart, Ron stopped trying to communicate altogether.

As the days wore on in the same manner, Ron became increasingly angrier and angrier. He could not believe that Harry was willing to throw away years of friendship for one misdeed. Even in the two classes they shared, Harry ignored him. As Harry sat next to him now, he could feel everyone's eyes turn to them or Harry rather. It had become an unspoken rule that Harry and Malfoy did not come into contact with one another. Eyes went from Harry to Malfoy and hushed whisper began to erupt throughout the dining hall. The Slytherin and the Gryffindor spent a few moments having a staring contest but neither moved away from their own table.

After the tense moment was over, Ron looked down at his plate and began to eat slowly. He was starving but the food that he was eating was not appealing, he did like the salad but it had bacon in it and for some reason the thought of eating it all was making him queasy. He closed his eyes and took in a breath to calm himself and began to eat all of the side dishes. He did not normally like many vegetables but it seemed as though that was all he could keep down. He closed his eyes again as he swallowed some carrots, they were delicious. He opened his eyes and smiled, that was until he noticed Malfoy staring at him from the Slytherin table. The blond git was staring at him, his facial expression was passive and his eyes were like ice but Ron felt like he was melting from the inside out. The longer Malfoy stared, the more frighten Ron became and so he stood hurriedly and left, food forgotten. This was turning out to be the worst birthday week of his life.

Ron sat through his next two classes contemplating what happened at lunch. He was uncomfortable because these were the classes that he shared with Harry and on top of that now he had Malfoy to think about. Harry sat in the very back with Seamus in the first class after lunch, he could literally feel him staring holes into the back of his head. Every time he would turn to look at him. Harry would be paying attention to the professor or at least pretending to. By the time class ended, Ron was very frustrated, annoyed and hungry. He slammed his books into the bag and stormed to his last class, which did not go any better.

Ron decided that now would be the time to confront Harry about all of the things that had been bothering him. The last class ended and Harry was cleaning his supplies that he and Neville had used. Ron waited for a chance to get Harry alone. As the last student left the room, Ron walked to the back of the class and stood in front of Harry's desk.

"Harry?" Ron asked hesitantly. Harry paused but he did not turn to face Ron. The dark haired youth had grown over the summer, he was taller than Ron by several inches. His body had filled out, he looked healthier than he ever had previously. His hair was still as messy as ever but now it had a defined curl pattern. Ron had to admit that his appearance could be considered appealing. The thought at the forefront of Ron's mind was that he wanted Harry to look at him. Ron reached out to touch his friend's arm but before the action could be executed, Harry turned and took a step back. His eyes were an intense green and he still did not look at Ron in the eyes and looked over the red head's shoulder. At that moment, Ron felt intensely lonely. How could he go from having two best friends down to none? Sure the other guys in his house were as friendly and playful as ever but that did not mean anything when people you are closest to, turn their back on you. With Hermione gone, Ron had to start actually studying and that in itself made his sixth year the worse. Ron sighed and placed his hands in his pockets. "I know it has been a few months since we've spoken last but I was wonder if we could talk." The boy who lived did not respond and he still had not looked at Ron squarely. "I just wanted to apologize for the things I said to you last year. Even though you said you forgave me before summer break but… it just seems like you haven't."

Harry blinked once and looked down at Ron for the first time and the red haired boy wished he hadn't. There was so much anger in those emerald green eyes that Ron almost felt as though he was burning to pieces just standing there. Ron stood his ground and continued on with what he was saying. "I would rather you punch me and get it over with than to act like this. At least then I would know where we stand."

After a moment of silence Harry finally spoke. "Where we stand?" His voice was soft but the hardness in his eyes did not fade. Ron could feel that he had said the wrong thing.

"Yes, where we stand. You know the friendship you and I have had for the past five years." Ron said and he watched as Harry took a step toward him but he was not deterred by the dark haired teen's movement. He could see his words were making Harry angry but once he started speaking he could not stop. "I know that you grew up in a bad way but brothers fight all of the time and then they stop fighting. I still consider you my friend, just like I still consider Fred my brother after he has done some pretty horrible things. So…"

"So..?" Harry stated his voice still surprisingly low, his green eyes like daggers cutting Ron with their cruelty.

"So…" Ron looked away but he remained where he was. He had never known Harry to be this way. Ron swallowed the lump in his throat and began to speak again. "So, I understand that sometimes things will happen to you that I won't get. And I know that you have a destiny that you have to follow. I can't promise I won't say the wrong thing again, just know that I will always be your friend."

The seconds past and Ron finally looked up to find Harry standing closer than before. They were almost touching. Harry's eyes had changed from harshness to nothingness. They were blank.

"Destiny?" The voice was cold. "I hate destiny."

Ron did not move, he stood there and replayed what Harry had said over and over again in his mind. He did not understand why it sounded like Harry was saying he hated him. The more he thought of it, the more distress he became. He wrapped his arms around himself and took a step back and then another and another until he felt something hard and warm at his back. He turned and came face to chest with Malfoy. He looked up into silvery gray eyes that caught his for just a second before they looked behind him at Harry. Ron thought Malfoy's eyes were neither kind nor unkind. For some reason, Ron did not want to step out of the warmth that was the Slytherin's chest but he forces himself to. He takes one more look at Malfoy who was still staring at Harry before he proceeds to leave the room.

As he nears the door, he gasps as he feels himself almost pulled out of his skin. He stumbles back against the professor's desk and the two others in the room turn to face him. He looks at Malfoy, he makes a sound that is foreign to his ears but he knows that he is the one making it. Shock registers on the blonde's face before it disappears, he starts walking over in Ron direction but before he can reach him. Ron feels another pull and as he is about to let out that weird sound again, he is yanked by something. In his ears he hears two distinct howls of rage.