A/N: Yay. I got it done! *Dances.* Only ten or so more chapters to go... Eeep.
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//I'm not the only one\\
//Do it and do it again\\
Ron felt the soft hand on his cheek, instantly wincing away. His eyes were glazed over with sleep as he looked at the face of Draco Malfoy. ~No... Not again... I... I don't want to hurt Harry...~ He backed into the wall, clawing at the bare matress underneath him. Draco shook his head slightly before grabbing Ron by one of his hands. The redhead whimpered as he was gently helped to his feet. Ron looked over the smaller boy's shoulder and saw Harry, green eyes watching Draco's movements.
"Potter, help me get him into the dungeons. I have something... interesting... to be done. It'll be a satisfactory punishment for him after stealing from me." Ron's mouth dropped open. ~But... But he... he said...~ The tall boy's eyes widened as he felt Harry's warm arm surround his waist. Draco searched and finally found one of Ron's robes. He handed it to Harry, who yanked the coarse cloth over Ron's head. Together, Draco and Harry dragged Ron into the corridor.
"Ron," Harry's voice was harsh, "Walk down with Malfoy. Be respectful, I could do much worse than anything he has planned." Ron swallowed a lump in is throat as he nodded. The black haired boy turned and re-entered the dorm.
Draco and Ron walked in silence down to the dungeons. The taller boy's mind was spinning. ~Punished... But... He said I could have it. I didn't do anything wrong...~ Ron reconized the dorm room, his body began to shake. Draco sighed again.
"Come here." Ron took a tentive step towards the blonde. Draco gingerly removed Ron's robes and shirt. He visably winced. "Sit down." Ron, once again, keeled down, laying over the edge of the soft matress. "Not again..." Draco put his hand on the base of Ron's neck. The redhead looked up, the pure fear shining in his eyes. "In here... Just act normal... alright? I... I won't do anything like he does." Ron nodded, lifting himself onto the bed properly. The blonde reached over to his dresser again.
"No..." Ron's voice cracked and was incredibly hoarse. Draco stood. He ran a hand through Ron's fire red locks trying to soothe the boy in front of him. Ron whimpered slightly as he felt the cloth touch his body.
"It'll help... Just relax..." The blonde slowly cleaned Ron's various wounds; some new, some old, and some that were re-opened during the last encounter with Harry. Draco, once again, reached under his bed to produce a spell warmed quilt. Ron looked at it, his mind playing over the punishment he'd gotten before. He shied away, his back pressing into the headboard. "Come here..." The smaller boy crawled towards Ron, cautiously pulling him close. "Trust me, for the moment. I'm not going to do anything to harm you."
Draco placed the quilt over Ron's shoulders. Hesitantly, Ron pulled it around his body, quietly enjoying the warmth on his skin. Draco tensed slightly as the other boy layed his head onto his lap, but quickly calmed. He stroked Ron's soft hair as he took a deep breath.
"Why do you let him do this to you?" Draco mentally kicked himself. Ron's blue eyes stared intently at the wall, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Because Harry needs me. He needs me to be there. Harry loves me..." Ron's voice was soft, sweetly explaining the right reasons for all the wrong things. Draco continued to run his fingers over the broken boy's cheek. The redhead sighed softly as he leaned towards the gentle touch.
"If that's what you want to believe..." Draco slowly pulled his hand back. Ron whimpered slightly, nudging at the hand that rested besde his head. ~Don't stop... It feels so good...~ The blonde smiled sadly. "Get up. You have to go back now. Make him believe I was brutal in your punishment." Ron nodded as he handed the quilt back to Draco. The smaller boy helped him back into his shirt and robes before leading him back up to his dorm. Draco nodded and Ron slowly entered the Evil Dorm for the night.
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Ron sat on his bed, legs crossed beneath him, staring intently at Harry's bed beside him. ~He does love me, doesn't he? I'm the most precious thing to him, he has to love me. But.... It felt so good to just let Draco run his hand over my cheek...~ As if feeling the soft skin of the Slytherin's fingers, Ron touched his cheek, only to find nothing was there. ~But Harry... I can't be with Draco. Harry needs me to be with him. And Harry's always been there for me...~
Laying onto his bare matress, Ron closed his eyes. He hadn't been 'punished' to his releif. When he had come back it was nearing dark, and Harry was already prepared for sleep. The green eyed boy had, however, still refused to give Ron his bedclothes and covers once again. Ron didn't mind much, he was getting used to sleeping in the cold weather in only his boxers.
The redhead unconcously scooted closer to the headboard, laying in the same position he had in Draco's bed. Sighing lightly, Ron allowed himself to fall asleep. To dream of better days, from before and what would, hopefully, be in the future.
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Ron smiled happily into his matress. I was finally a day classes were being held in. He knew it rather odd for someone, to *like* classes. **Well Hermione doesn't count,** he mused silently. As he turned to lay on his back, he saw Harry's face looming over him. With a startled yelp he fell off his bed. He hastily pulled himself back up, eyes still wide.
"You're not going to classes today," was all Harry said as he walked out of the dorm. Ron sank back on his bed again. **Perfect. Just bloody perfect.** He sighed and crawled into Harry's bed. Where it was warm. He settled himselfnear the warmest spot, near the right side, and curled his arms around what he though to be a pillow. A startled noise made him back off quickly.
"Ron?" The voice was a soft squeak. At closer look, Ron could see soft brown eyes looking up from beneath the multiple covers, hidden slightly by long brunette bangs. Covers were pulled down and bodies were rearranged until the two could see each other properly.
"Neville?" Ron gasped. The smaller boy's soft brown eyes looked down. "Wha... Why...?" Ron couldn't exactly find the words to voice his thoughts.
"He does that to me too." And Ron's mind completley stopped.
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A/N: Well, how is it? I'd also like to take time to thank RavynFayre, Jrock rocker, and KKelly for reviewing the first chapter. Yatah!
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//I'm not the only one\\
//Do it and do it again\\
Ron felt the soft hand on his cheek, instantly wincing away. His eyes were glazed over with sleep as he looked at the face of Draco Malfoy. ~No... Not again... I... I don't want to hurt Harry...~ He backed into the wall, clawing at the bare matress underneath him. Draco shook his head slightly before grabbing Ron by one of his hands. The redhead whimpered as he was gently helped to his feet. Ron looked over the smaller boy's shoulder and saw Harry, green eyes watching Draco's movements.
"Potter, help me get him into the dungeons. I have something... interesting... to be done. It'll be a satisfactory punishment for him after stealing from me." Ron's mouth dropped open. ~But... But he... he said...~ The tall boy's eyes widened as he felt Harry's warm arm surround his waist. Draco searched and finally found one of Ron's robes. He handed it to Harry, who yanked the coarse cloth over Ron's head. Together, Draco and Harry dragged Ron into the corridor.
"Ron," Harry's voice was harsh, "Walk down with Malfoy. Be respectful, I could do much worse than anything he has planned." Ron swallowed a lump in is throat as he nodded. The black haired boy turned and re-entered the dorm.
Draco and Ron walked in silence down to the dungeons. The taller boy's mind was spinning. ~Punished... But... He said I could have it. I didn't do anything wrong...~ Ron reconized the dorm room, his body began to shake. Draco sighed again.
"Come here." Ron took a tentive step towards the blonde. Draco gingerly removed Ron's robes and shirt. He visably winced. "Sit down." Ron, once again, keeled down, laying over the edge of the soft matress. "Not again..." Draco put his hand on the base of Ron's neck. The redhead looked up, the pure fear shining in his eyes. "In here... Just act normal... alright? I... I won't do anything like he does." Ron nodded, lifting himself onto the bed properly. The blonde reached over to his dresser again.
"No..." Ron's voice cracked and was incredibly hoarse. Draco stood. He ran a hand through Ron's fire red locks trying to soothe the boy in front of him. Ron whimpered slightly as he felt the cloth touch his body.
"It'll help... Just relax..." The blonde slowly cleaned Ron's various wounds; some new, some old, and some that were re-opened during the last encounter with Harry. Draco, once again, reached under his bed to produce a spell warmed quilt. Ron looked at it, his mind playing over the punishment he'd gotten before. He shied away, his back pressing into the headboard. "Come here..." The smaller boy crawled towards Ron, cautiously pulling him close. "Trust me, for the moment. I'm not going to do anything to harm you."
Draco placed the quilt over Ron's shoulders. Hesitantly, Ron pulled it around his body, quietly enjoying the warmth on his skin. Draco tensed slightly as the other boy layed his head onto his lap, but quickly calmed. He stroked Ron's soft hair as he took a deep breath.
"Why do you let him do this to you?" Draco mentally kicked himself. Ron's blue eyes stared intently at the wall, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Because Harry needs me. He needs me to be there. Harry loves me..." Ron's voice was soft, sweetly explaining the right reasons for all the wrong things. Draco continued to run his fingers over the broken boy's cheek. The redhead sighed softly as he leaned towards the gentle touch.
"If that's what you want to believe..." Draco slowly pulled his hand back. Ron whimpered slightly, nudging at the hand that rested besde his head. ~Don't stop... It feels so good...~ The blonde smiled sadly. "Get up. You have to go back now. Make him believe I was brutal in your punishment." Ron nodded as he handed the quilt back to Draco. The smaller boy helped him back into his shirt and robes before leading him back up to his dorm. Draco nodded and Ron slowly entered the Evil Dorm for the night.
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Ron sat on his bed, legs crossed beneath him, staring intently at Harry's bed beside him. ~He does love me, doesn't he? I'm the most precious thing to him, he has to love me. But.... It felt so good to just let Draco run his hand over my cheek...~ As if feeling the soft skin of the Slytherin's fingers, Ron touched his cheek, only to find nothing was there. ~But Harry... I can't be with Draco. Harry needs me to be with him. And Harry's always been there for me...~
Laying onto his bare matress, Ron closed his eyes. He hadn't been 'punished' to his releif. When he had come back it was nearing dark, and Harry was already prepared for sleep. The green eyed boy had, however, still refused to give Ron his bedclothes and covers once again. Ron didn't mind much, he was getting used to sleeping in the cold weather in only his boxers.
The redhead unconcously scooted closer to the headboard, laying in the same position he had in Draco's bed. Sighing lightly, Ron allowed himself to fall asleep. To dream of better days, from before and what would, hopefully, be in the future.
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Ron smiled happily into his matress. I was finally a day classes were being held in. He knew it rather odd for someone, to *like* classes. **Well Hermione doesn't count,** he mused silently. As he turned to lay on his back, he saw Harry's face looming over him. With a startled yelp he fell off his bed. He hastily pulled himself back up, eyes still wide.
"You're not going to classes today," was all Harry said as he walked out of the dorm. Ron sank back on his bed again. **Perfect. Just bloody perfect.** He sighed and crawled into Harry's bed. Where it was warm. He settled himselfnear the warmest spot, near the right side, and curled his arms around what he though to be a pillow. A startled noise made him back off quickly.
"Ron?" The voice was a soft squeak. At closer look, Ron could see soft brown eyes looking up from beneath the multiple covers, hidden slightly by long brunette bangs. Covers were pulled down and bodies were rearranged until the two could see each other properly.
"Neville?" Ron gasped. The smaller boy's soft brown eyes looked down. "Wha... Why...?" Ron couldn't exactly find the words to voice his thoughts.
"He does that to me too." And Ron's mind completley stopped.
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A/N: Well, how is it? I'd also like to take time to thank RavynFayre, Jrock rocker, and KKelly for reviewing the first chapter. Yatah!