Title: Pieces Of You
Summary: They're growing closer, aren't they?
Disclaimer: Sorry for the long wait. I've been operated on my wrist, which sucks cause I can't type. So sorry, this'll be a short chapter. Hope you are still interested in this story, though!
"Draco?"
It was strange how easily the name left his lips now, Ron mused. He was sitting on the couch, staring at the fire, feeling completely content. Things had gone fast since their first genuine kiss...they had spent a lot of time holding each other, kissing and touching. They didn't talk much. Both were probably too scared to break this surreal dreamlike state they had been in for the last week. If they talked...things would most likely go wrong. What did they have each other to offer? They were so different. Yet so alike.
"Yeah?"
Ron looked up at Draco, who leaned casually in the doorway. His blonde hair hung in front of his eyes and Ron smiled. They did have something to offer to each other. Peace. Serenity. Draco had been much more laid-back lately. It was nice to see him so relaxed, knowing that he did it to him. It was nice to have an influence.
"Nothing"
He smiled at Draco. He had wanted to say so many things, so many times. Wanted to ask questions. What was Draco's life like? What were his plans? Did they contain him or was this just a temporary fling? The answers would only destroy his current state of happiness. They couldn't bring him what he was looking, searching for. They wouldn't make Draco stay.
"Something on your mind, Weasley?"
Draco inquired, though not unfriendly. Ron shook his head, casting another glance at Draco. It didn't matter. Not as long as they were together. It didn't matter that he never called him Ron but begged for him to call him Draco. It didn't matter that outside of their room he still treated Ron like dirt. It didn't matter that he still needed to be in control and didn't seem to care about Rons' feelings for a minute. He took what he wanted. He always did. Because Ron let him.
"I'll be in the shower if you want, no scratch that, need me..."
Draco smirked. Ron twitched. His feeling of contentment faded away. Was that what it was? Did he seem so pathetic, so desperate to Draco? And was this all it was to Draco? Just something he needed to do to get off? Did he need Ron at all? In any other way than to just relieve himself?
"I'll be fine, thanks"
He said casually, trying to look as if he was enjoying the fire. The atmosphere. He didn't look at Draco, didn't need to. Without even a sound he already knew that Draco had stepped into the bathroom. Not once saying a word. He never did. It made Ron wonder again and again what this whole thing meant. What he could expect. Would he be tossed out after their assignment was done? Would Draco start insulting him again, never allowing him to come close? Would he be forced to hit on girls, just so his friends wouldn't notice?
He already dreaded the next day, knowing that they would be parted after dinner. What was he supposed to do? How could he just move on like nothing had happened? He would never be able to tell Harry or Hermione. They wouldn't understand. They wouldn't accept.
Moving restlessly through the room his eyes fell on a letter that was lying on Draco's desk. It was almost like it screamed at him. Read me. Read me and all your questions will be answered. Read me and you won't have to worry anymore. Read me and you will not mourn the loss of contact. So he did. He read the letter.
Draco,
It has come to my notice that you will be spending the next few weeks magically chained to a certain red-haired wizard. I feel it is my duty to warn you that you must NOT, I repeat not harm him in any way during these weeks. The Dark Lord has foreseen that he will be very important in the future.
Lucius Malfoy
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