Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling nor am I part of the wonderful and talented mangaka quartet known as CLAMP.

Title: Sakura

Pairing: RWxDM

Rating: I'm sick of rating every chapter. This story is an NC-17.

Warnings: Slash, lots of Angst (my poor Draco)

Spoilers: OOTP and HBP mostly. Maybe some DH…I'm not sure yet.

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

Chapter 21

"I blew it," he said as Katie landed next to him on the field. Not only had his prediction been right but Draco had disappeared from the stands about half way through.

"Don't worry," Katie said trying to reassure him. "You'll do better next time."

"No matter how many times you say that I'll never be better next time," Ron groaned.

"We'll just have to do some extra practicing," She said. "Just the two of us." Again he groaned.

It seemed like every practice would just get worse and worse. He loved Katie and was happy that she was trying to help him but he honestly didn't think anymore practice would help. He was just horrible at playing quidditch.

"I don't believe it," Angela, who was walking only a little way ahead of them, said as she came to a stop. "What the hell does he want?"

Ron and Katie stopped next to her. Walking towards them with a broom over his shoulder was Draco Malfoy. He was dressed in his quidditch gear and under his arm he carried a quaffle. Katie was practically squirming with excitement. Ron felt like he was going to throw up.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Angela said as the Slytherin came within ear shot.

Stopping a few feet in front of them he said, "Your keeper seems to be in desperate need of some help so I'm here to the rescue." He was smiling that cocky smile of his.

"I think we're fine with out you…"

"Oh nonsense Angela," Katie said as she put her arm around their captain. "You know as well as I do that Ron's keeping skills are worse than horrendous. You should be happy that somebody's willing to take him off your hands for a little while to whip him into shape."

She turned slightly so that she could shoot a wink in Ron's direction. Ron just stood back wishing that she would just shut up. He looked away, pretending to be interested in the sunset. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of Angela as she fumed.

"Fine what ever," Angela said angrily, causing Ron to snap his attention back to Draco and the girls. Pushing Katie away Angela stormed off in the direction of the tent.

Katie followed her, walking backwards she said, "Make sure the two of you play nice." With that she turned and ran the rest of the way. Ron stood there watching her go as she abandoned him. All that time he thought she was his friend. He made a mental note to look up a particularly nasty jinx to punish her with.

"Shall we get started then," Draco said. Ron shot him a glare. Draco didn't seem to be phased by it in the least though.

"What are you playing at Malfoy," Ron snapped.

"Didn't you hear what I said Weasley," Draco drawled. "You're terrible at this game so I'm here to teach you the proper way to play it."

"I don't think I need any lessons from a dirty Slytherin," Ron said.

"Well whether you like it or not the two of us are here together and I'm not about to let you walk away from me again," he said, his voice starting to take on a more dangerous tone. "Now get on your broom."

"Why don't you try and make me," Ron said angrily. He was not about to just sit there and take Draco's shit.

"Don't tempt me Weasel."

Ron tossed his broom to the side. He wasn't like some house elf that could be ordered around.

"Why do you have to be so bloody difficult?" Draco yelled.

"I'm not the one who's making this difficult Malfoy."

"Yes you are," Draco shouted. "Every time we start getting closer, every time you feel yourself getting comfortable you find some fucking excuse to run away."

"Malfoy you were trying to…"

"I was doing what I had to do to win," Draco cut him off. "You know it and she knows it and she's probably cursing herself for not doing it to me first."

"Cho isn't like that," Ron yelled back at him.

"How do you know that?" Draco asked. "How do you fucking know that that's not what she's thinking?"

"I just know."

"You just know do you?" Draco said with a mocking laugh. "Well I have news for you Weasley—you don'tknow a bloody thing. The world and all the fucking people in it aren't just separated into black and white. No, it's all just one big mess of gray and that's it. There's not a single soul left on this miserable planet that's as pure as you seem to think people to be." He paused, trying to catch his breath. Ron stared at him trying to hide his shock.

"You're only defending her because she's Potter's bloody girlfriend." Draco's voice seemed to be losing its momentum. "They hate you but if it came to a choice between me or them you'd still choose them." Draco was faltering. His eyes were becoming misty and his voice was starting to crack. But Ron kept watching, listening. It was like a horrible train wreck that he couldn't stop.

"I know you would and yet…" he sucked in a shaky breath, probably trying to steady himself. "You said that all of this was making you feel all screwed up. Well I say that you don't have any idea what being screwed up even begins to feel like—how much more screwed up you've made me since that damn detention."

"You were the one who kissed me you idiot," Ron yelled. He didn't like this sudden deterioration.

"You've no idea what sort of effect you have on people do you?" Draco asked.

"So you're saying that it's my fault you kissed me?"

"I don't know," Draco said weakly.

"You don't know?" Ron yelled. "How can you not know?"

"I just don't."

"You're lying." Now that the subject had been brought up Ron found that he really wanted to know even though something told him that he wouldn't like the answer. "Why did you kiss me?"

"I don't know," Draco shouted. "Curiosity maybe?"

"Tell me the truth," Ron pushed. He wanted to know. What was it that possessed Draco to uproot both their lives the way that he did?

"I don't know."

"DRACO."

"I…" he started and it seemed like a wall that was surrounding him just started crumbling. Tears escaped from his eyes and his lips trembled as he struggle to draw breath. "I…" more tears. Was this it? Was this what Blaise was talking about. Ron thought that maybe if he looked close enough he'd be able to see cracks start to mar the perfect skin of Draco's face. Ron started walking toward him, he wasn't sure why.

"I wanted to know if it could actually feel good," he finally finished. At hearing the words Ron stopped, only a couple feet away. His breath caught in his throat as the horrible meaning of those words hit him.

Draco looked stunned—like he hadn't meant to say them. As if he was as surprised as Ron was to learn the terrible truth they held. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth as though he were going to be sick as he started to fall forwards. Ron caught him, finding him to be incredibly light, and eased him to the ground.

"Draco," Ron called urgently but the blond was unresponsive. He stared wide eyed through Ron, a look of terror upon his face. He wasn't there again but this time Ron's calls weren't bringing him back.

Ron tried to stay calm as he picked up Draco and leaving their brooms behind, he ran as fast as he could back up to the castle.

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A/N: O.o Yes I did just take that turn onto cliché road but I couldn't help it…if you had this plot bunny attacking you, you would have gone wherever it made you too.

Also I changed the summary again. I think I'm going to keep this one. It seems to fit better with the whole idea I'm going for.