Title:Notice Me
Pairings: Draco/OC eventually Draco/Ron (the story is still young in my head so i have no idea what parings might happen) Harry/Ginny, past Ron/Hermione, Hermione/OC (for now)
Rating: M [ for later chapters]
Summary: Ron is broken, he gave up on living. He needs fixing, he just need someone to notice him, when it's finally happens it comes from the most unexpected place, will Ron go this way or run as he usually does.
Disclaimer: Well I think it's rather safe to say that I don't own anything.

A/N: So sorry for the long wait but muse wasn't on my side lately.
Team-Slytherin, ceville143 thank you so much you are the reason I started writing this story again! Angemecanique, bunnygirl2012, loves-unwanted-qeen, FallenPatches & pappy thank you so much for reviewing. Also l reedited the fic a bit. it's the same just combined chapters.
Beta: As you probably noticed l really need one.

Chapter 3:

Ron was in hiding, he knew he wasn't rational, but being rational was never one of his virtues. He was humiliated, not only he did something he promised himself he would never do, but he was witnessed doing it by the only person that probably got the biggest satisfaction from his lowest moment. He was angry no matter how many years passed he was still thinking of Malfoy as his nemesis, he knew he was being ridiculous, but that hate he felt for the guy somehow reminded him of times when everything was so clear and easy, so he held to that hater with both hands.
He woke up hangover every morning for the past few days, as every night he was trying to drown the memories of that night, in as much Fire Whisky as possible.
He remembered vaguely the promise he once made with himself, that he would stop letting the emptiness in him win, but he felt so hopeless so tiny, that he just let the nothingness consume him.
Every bit of him.

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It was almost a week after the wedding, but the feeling of Ron in his arms refused to go away. Every single time Draco had a quiet moment he caught his mind drifting back to those few moments the redhead was in his arms. Every time he closed his eyes Ron was back in his arms, he could smell the alcohol on his worm breath on his skin, how soft his red curls felt brushing against his cheek, how worm and perfect his tall frame felt against his, fitting perfectly.
This was torture !
Draco hated himself for even if mentally cheating on David, who was nothing but perfect, but deep down Draco knew that their relationship is rotten if one hug from Ron shook it to the ground.
Damn Weasley even now after all these years he still manages to ruin his life. It was hard to rebuild it after the war; it took all Draco's will power to just not to give up.
The war of Good vs. Evil, where the light won over the darkness and the chosen one took down the biggest evil, the wizard world ever knew – this is how history will remember it going down.
For Draco the war was never a choice it was a given, he was born on the wrong side of the war, but when you born this way, you don't think of your side as the wrong side.
Despite of what you might think Draco had a rather happy childhood, he loved his parents they gave him everything in their power to give, and even if his house wasn't always filled with love it was still a home.
It was true until his first encounter with the all mighty chosen one Harry Potter himself, that was the moment he realized he was on the wrong side of the spectrum. That encounter changed his life forever, crumbled everything to the floor. For the first time in his life he felt small, he felt like everything he knew and believed all his life, was wrong. That was the moment he began to hate himself.
Sometimes even if you realize you're on the wrong side there is nothing you can do about it, there is no bridges between the sides that you can cross safely, so you stay on the familiar side even if you don't agree, even if you scared, because you just don't have any other choice. He knew that even if he wanted to change, his faith was already decided for him. The night he was assigned the mission to kill Dumbledore was the night he realized his life was no longer in his hands, he wasn't living anymore he was just surviving.
He survived.
He hated himself for it. He didn't believed he deserve to live.
He was nothing.
Nothing.
After the war it was the hardest, the looks, the hate, the loneliness. Draco as all students was to repeat his 7th year, to say it was his hardest year at Hogwarts was an understatement. Hogwarts wasn't the safest place for a Death Eater. He could deal with the bruised body, but the humiliation of being the punch bag of the entire school was hard to swallow. Giving up wasn't an option, even though he felt like it, every time he checked the blue, and purple marks on his body in the mirror.
They couldn't break him, he was already broken beyond repair, but they did their best to try.
That year was also the year his family's faith would be decided, every day the paper was full with coverage of the trials, he tried his best to avoid them, but the generous people at school always felt the need to fill him in when he walked the corridors. The corridors that once were his kingdom, that only his image was casting fear in every one's heart, now felt like his death row.
Make room the Death Eater walking through, Murderer, Why don't you just Avada Kedavra yourself? They weren't the most creative with words, but they made up for the creativity with the ways they made his body ache.
The good side always wants to think that they are the merciful ones, because they convince themself that the bad things they do are for the greater good, but sometimes they can be just as cruel.
After the trail his father was sentence to death by a Dementor kiss, as for his mother; she was about to spend the rest of her life in Azkaban.
Draco was speared any punishment as the court recognized that the children of Death Eater's were born into the twisted world of their parents. They were raised to hate not knowing any other truth, so they can't be held responsible. How very big of the "Good" side.
So after he finished his 7th year Draco returned to the mansion, he was alone, really alone, no one was left, it was just the empty rooms and darkness closing on him.
He started to build his life with some resentment feeling like he needs to prove the whole world that they were wrong about Draco Malfoy.
He even became rather close with Harry in the line of his work as the years went by, but even after all these years he found himself jealous of the Golden Trio, the friendship and love they shared; never in his life had he felt something like that. Ron was the one he was most jealous of, the boy had nothing going for him, he wasn't the smartest, nor the bravest, he was poor as fuck, he was ridiculously frecklish, but he always lived like he didn't have a care in this world, somehow he made his pathetic life worth living. So seeing Ron broken completely down the other night, made Draco feel a knot in the pit of his stomach, it made him feel like the only good he ever witnessed in his life crumbled into the darkness, and he needed to fix it. He needed to fix Ron.
I'm being completely ridiculous, fix Ron? What the hell is wrong with me?
Draco put the papers he was reading back on the table, he didn't thought about the past for so long, it was easy to pretend that all of that never happened if he locked it far away, away from his reach. Draco found his way to the kitchen, maybe a cup of tea will help me clear my mind, but tea wasn't going to cut it, he needed to see Ron, he knew it was the only option so he could go back to his regular life, he needed to get him out of his system, because Ron was like a tumor metastasizing to every cell of his body.

0o0o0o0

Ron woke up to a pounding sound it took a few minutes to understand that it wasn't just the usual hangover, but that there was actual knocking on the door.
He looked around, the blinds were shut so the windows didn't gave any indication what time it might be, he wasn't even sure what day of the week it was.
He managed to drag himself of the sofa he apparently passed out on last night, and made his way to the door.
"Sod off I'm not interested in whatever you selling"
"Ron?" the voice on the other side of the door stiffed every muscle in Ron's body. He heard this voice so many times mocking him in his head, he grew up to it.
"Ron?" the voice repeated gently.
Ron managed to drag his feet to close the distance between himself and the door. He hesitated before his hand reached for the door handle. He took a deep breath like he was about to dive, and slowly opened to door. On opening the door he found himself stare into surprisingly worm gray eyes, and for a moment he felt like he did just dived into a cold endless ocean.
"Malfoy"