Hey! This is a re-write, following the basic storyline of my first fic the morning after the night before, which I recently deleted. This is I think a lot better than that fic. Feel free at the end to leave me a review telling me what you think of this and how it could be improved.
Sadly, I do not own harry potter or any of the characters, I only make them follow my every desire in the form of fic writing.
We have made it to chapter two. I hope you enjoy.
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Ron arrived at the lunch table and took his seat with his friends.
"Is there any particular reason why your soaking wet?"
Ron kept his head down.
"No."
Hermione leaned forward.
"You didn't come to defence. We were worried."
Ron quietly answered.
"You thought I was going to kill myself just because my brother and my sister had sex, god knows how many times, and now my sister is pregnant with his baby. It's sick and twisted, but not worth my life."
Fred decided to lighten the mood.
"You know what they say: Incest – Fun for the whole family!"
"Don't!" Hermione protested.
George moved closer and explained with ease.
"Look, if he doesn't start to joke about it now he's just going to get depressed and it will eat at him until he does kill himself."
Fred butted in.
"Either that, or he will alienate everybody and will have nobody to spend the rest of his life with."
The twins got up and left, leaving Ron alone in an uncomfortable silence with his friends, mulling on what Draco had said.
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Ron didn't see Draco around school for days, which worried him, in case Draco had done something stupid. On the other hand though he felt he had been tactless with the way he had left Draco without an answer, but he still didn't have an answer for him.
He didn't really know Draco that well, but there had defiantly been something between them. He felt that he could spend the rest of his life with Draco, he just wasn't sure that would be the right thing to do. He didn't even know if he was gay. There were so many feelings and thoughts he just couldn't make any of them out.
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After waking at quarter past three for the fifth night in a row, he decided to go for a walk outside, around the Hogwarts grounds.
He was just passing the lake when he heard giggling. It was dark so he couldn't make out who it was, until he heard them talk.
"Come on, swim with me! Fuck me in the water! Come on..."
Ron walked around the edge of the lake more until he was close enough to see the people by the lake, and they could see him.
Draco was standing there, barefoot and topless, his drainpipes unbuttoned and unzipped. He was swaying slightly and clutched a bottle in his hand.
A short distance away from him on the grass sat Blaise Zabini, fully dressed apart from shoes and socks. Next to him was a pile of bottles, identical to the one Draco was holding, except for their lack of clear liquid.
"I think you should put that bottle down Malfoy, you've had enough, you should get to bed."
Draco looked at Blaise and screamed his reply.
"I won't ever have enough! And I won't go to bed. Why should I when he won't go to bed with me? I make his skin crawl, I make him sick! Just a druken night and a hangover cure! That's all I am to him!"
Blaise had had enough, it had been the same every night. He picked up his shoes and stormed off.
"Where are you going?"
Blaise turned back and smiled.
"I have a girlfriend remember? She's just as good as you for a fuck, and with her I don't have to put up with the six day non-stop drinking!"
He passed Ron without comment and headed for the castle.
Ron stood there and watched Draco walk slowly into the water of the lake until the water was just above his jeans. He just stood in the water, still and silent.
Then suddenly, his legs went from under him, and Draco disappeared under the water.
Ron ran into the water fully clothed, and dragged him out. He felt like a dead weight. Ron dragged him onto the grass and checked him over. He was still breathing, he was unconscious, probably due to the alcohol.
Ron glanced around. There was nobody there to help him, and if he did manage to get help Draco could get into serious trouble.
He fetched Draco's clothes, picked him up in a fireman's carry and began to slowly walk through the grounds and castle to his dormitory.
He muttered the password to the fat lady, and climbed the staircase to his dormitory.
He dropped Draco onto his bed, took off his soaked jeans and covered him with the blankets. He drew the hangings around his bed and climbed onto the bottom of it, legs pulled close to him in the small gap at the bottom. He watched Draco, and eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Ron woke up around midday and glanced at Draco, who was sleeping normally, curled up into a ball.
He sat and watched him sleep for hours until he rolled over, muttered something and opened his eyes.
Draco dragged himself up onto the pillows and saw Ron.
"How are you feeling?" Ron asked cautiously.
"Fine I'm fine. Thanks for whatever you did. Erm, I should be heading back now."
Ron watched as Draco threw the covers of him, swung his legs onto the floor, stood up, and hit the floor head first.
Ron jumped up.
"Are you okay? Draco?"
Draco answered slowly.
"Apart from feeling like a total prat, yeah. This is how a hangover hits me. No headache or throwing up, I just lose all feeling in my legs for a couple of hours."
Ron laughed, "That could be interesting."
"Mm, so your just going to leave me on the floor all afternoon then?"
Ron picked Draco up by the waist and help him back onto the bed.
"About the other night... I didn't know what to say, it happened so fast for me, I was scared."
Draco looked at him straight in the eyes.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me."
"But that's the thing, I do because I want to. I realised last night, I don't know what I'd do if you weren't there. It's like you've always been there I just haven't noticed you until now...I do want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Draco sat there, he didn't know what to say or do, he had spent so long on his own, that this scared him shitless, somebody else wanted in, and he wanted to let them in.
He reached out and held Ron's hand. They sat like that for the rest of the day, in complete silence just enjoying the feeling of knowing that the other person is there.
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Bit of a crap ending to a chapter, I know. I'm not sure where to take this fic from here. There is defiantly more to it, I just don't know how to make it work.
Ideas and suggestions wanted and, more importantly appreciated
