Chapter Seven: Say That It Will All Just Go Away
"Breathe." Snape commanded. "Take a deep breath in and slowly let it out." With eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights, Ron braced himself for the worst. Never in all the years he spent pissing the head of the Slytherin house off did Snape ever look more murderous than he did now. Watching emotion after emotion fall by in coal black eyes Ron was at a lost of what to do. Hate, pain, remorse… Passion? Were just a few Ron could identify. "In. Out" Snape spoke softly. Ron didn't think the man had any other gears outside of being a right ares. Guess pigs can fly.
Staring into coal black eyes Ron tried to do as his professor was telling him to do. Inhaling small breathes into his mouth he held the air in for a few seconds after which he exhaled slowly from his nose. Before long the tinkling in his toes and the pain in his chest subsided allowing him to breathe normally.
"What's happening to me?" Ron asked terrified.
"You're getting worked up to the point the body believes it's dying and therefore tries to shut down. If only until the brain can reassure itself." Snape answered garbing the pitcher of water off the bedside table and poured Ron a glass. "Drink. It will help."
"I don't understand. I'm a laid back dude! I don't get work up." Ron protested but decided he didn't like the 'are you kidding me' look Snape was giving him. Instead he just sipped his water in silence. Once several minutes passed Ron broke that silence glancing over to Snape, who was sitting in the same sit Harry was asleep in a short while ago. "I remember I couldn't face my parents. I couldn't be the son to disappoint them. Not after Percy! It kills dad every time he sees Percy." Holding the glass in both hands Ron watched the clear liquid. Biting his bottom lip Ron took a deep breath and swallowed his pride. He wouldn't need it anyways. "Do you know how to make them stop?"
"Make them stop?" Snape asked concern leaning on the edge of his sit. Without realizing it Ron was spilling his guts confiding in the ex-Death Eater. Ron confessed to seeing Lucius Malfoy and no matter what he told himself Ron knew Draco wouldn't have been in the middle of a blood bath if it wasn't for someone really important to the blonde. Ron could understand doing whatever it took to protect family. He braved a forest full of homicidal spiders, which he couldn't stand. That same year he even braved being stuck miles under Hogwarts with Lockheart of all people to save Ginny. Maybe that's the real reason why Ron never stepped forward.
Not because he wasn't one hundred percent sure it was Malfoy senior but because of Draco. Going to what could have been his death to save his jackass father. Doing whatever it took to protect family. That was something they had in common. And now when Ron thinks of that night and Malfoy senior's trail, the red head couldn't help that jolt of adoration he felt for Draco.
Ron told of the nights he spent awake replaying the battle over and over again and the only thing that ever stayed the same was Draco. The blonde taking out a Death Eater, hurting his fit, and rushing to get his dad to safety. Ron had said that outside of the blonde everything else just blended together in the background that made an abstracted painting.
The Gryffindor retold the night of the opening fest and the kiss the teens shared. Telling of the feeling he had when around Draco. The wired gut feeling that almost felt like butterflies and the nervousness, but most of all the harmony he felt when Draco was around. When the red head was around the Slytherin it's like the whole world just fades away and all that's left are the mismatched pair. Which was okay by Ron.
"What about yesterday? What happened then?" Snape asked the moment Ron had gone quite.
"I couldn't sleep again, so I went down to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee." Ron retold while watching his hands intertwine over and over. "Then when Dobby told me the coffee I love so much was made by Malfoy. I was happy, I know that, but a part of me can't understand as to why. I should hate him, again this is something I know and yet…"
"The fight made you realize you two actually have similarities" Snape offered the lost for words boy.
"Yeah! And when I saw him watching the first years like I was it was like I knew I wasn't alone. Then we had lunch together and everything was perfect up unstill Hermione walked by and saw us together."
"What did she see?" Snape leaned closer, waiting the response.
"We were walking back from the kitchen and found some first years that were lost. I stop and lent them a hand. Draco said something about me being a moth and then he kissed me. I didn't stop him though. I kinda like it actually but then Hermione strolled in."
"Didn't you kiss her that morning?" Snape inquired recalling the scene at breakfast.
"Yeah, I wanted to see if kissing Hermione would feel the same way as when I kiss Draco."
"Since you were with him for lunch, I would assume Draco was better." Snape had to pretend to be scaring his chin to hind the smirk on his lips. Who would have though Draco finally beat Hermione at something. Too bad it was the heart of one Ronald Billus Weasley.
"Well yeah. Kinda. Hermione didn't give me that butterfly feeling." Ron said getting a far off look in his blue eyes.
"So she found you two?"
"Oh yeah, she got all teary eyed and ran off. Then Draco got pissy and took off too!" Ron said meeting Snape's eyes that seemed lighter now then before. "I didn't know what to do and I just started walking. Once I ran into another death end I just sat down. My head hurt from of the thinking I was doing so I stopped. Seemed easy until…" Ron's face got pale just thinking about the dieing feeling he's had twice in just a day. Looking across the room at the blank wall he decided he didn't want to talk anymore. Pulling his legs back up to his chest he could feel the tinkling feeling in his toes. You have got to be kidding me!
"Deep breathes Ron." Snape ordered noticing Ron tense. "Take your time. There's no rush."
"The feeling I was gonna die came over me."
"What do you mean?"
"I…. I felt really hot and sweaty and my heart wouldn't stop beating. It hurt so much. And then I couldn't breathe and I had this tinkling in my whole body." Glancing over at his professor, Ron whispered "What's happening to me?"
"What were you thinking about when you started feeling this things?"
"I… I… Draco." Ron confessed. Even if consciously the Gryffindor wasn't thinking about the blonde, Draco has always been in his subconscious mind. Since the very first day they meet waiting outside the Great Hall as first years.
"A pain attack. That's what keeps happening. Form what you have told me Draco is the cause of them." Standing up from his chair Snape locked eyes with Ron's letting his student read what he felt with one look: concern and a threat of severe death. "Either figure out what you want or give Draco up. Those are your own choices. If you don't the next pain attack could kill you." With that being said Snape headed towards the doors but before he went through them he stopped to offer a bit of friend advice again. "Draco's is a gentle soul. Most just don't stick around to find out."
"Professor?" Ron called out right as Snape's hand touched the door knob. "Thank you but can you tell them I'm fine and I just need to rest."
"Sure, take a few days to rest if that's what it takes. Just bear in mind at seventeen you still have several chapters in your life that needs writing. Even if they are impossible to put on paper, the story does work itself out in the end. I promise you that." With a slight smile Snape left Ron alone in the hospital room. Lying back down, Ron thought over everything he told Snape of all people. As well as what Ron finally found out about himself.
TBC (Not my best but Sanpe's a hard guy to right. Hope you liked it)
