Warnings: (Whole Story) Adultery/Infidelity, Angst, Violence, Swearing, references to male/male sexual acts.
Total Word Count: 21,180 (This Chapter: 350)
Disclaimer: All characters and settings remain the intellectual property of JK Rowling.
Chapter Ten
Ron held his breath until Draco's eyelids slid closed again, his chest rose and fell heavily and Ron was convinced that he had slipped back out of consciousness. He could have taken Draco straight to Madame Pomfrey then, he didn't know why he didn't; it was the perfect opportunity because Draco couldn't stop him.
Instead he did what Malfoy would have wanted.
He was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to summon the Room the way Malfoy had left it in the morning. Of course, he didn't know how that was. The door appeared, though, let him in and it all looked about right. Except that the bed was wider.
"Stupid Room," Ron muttered to himself as he manoeuvred Malfoy's prone body over to it. "That's not what I want."
He laid the injured boy on top of the covers and gently lifted his head to get the pillow in the right place underneath. He wasn't about to start undressing him or anything. He wouldn't even hang around; there was all that homework to do.
How could he leave, though? He didn't know where Draco was hurt, nor by how much. What if he threw up or something in his sleep? He could choke. He might stop breathing. If he did then what could Ron do, even if he was here?
He sat in the soft armchair the Room had placed by the head of the bed, on the other side from the little table where they had eaten together. He didn't like the look of that big bottle of Mossweed and Bisonberry Essence perched on its arm. What had Malfoy said that was for? For a while he watched the fluttering of white eyelashes and the light movements on the pale throat. All the creases of Draco's face had smoothed out.
Then, with a sigh, Ron got his wand out and ran it over Malfoy, trying to remember the diagnostic spells he had been supposed to learn for that test he'd skipped a couple of weeks ago.
He was concentrating on an unusual lilac glow he was reading around the left ankle, when a thick voice mumbled, "I need you, too." When he looked up, Draco's eyes were closed again.