tangled webs - part 2
Hello. This is the second in a 5 part series, and part five all depends on your comments! Thankyou.
Ron walked along the corridor, turning over everything in his brain. He couldn't bear the thought of never talking to Harry again, but could he make himself, after what had happened? It wouldn't be the same. Even if they did talk, Ron didn't know if he could control himself. Why had he acted like that? Why had he punched Harry in the jaw and run away like a scared child? Why? It wasn't as though he didn't love Harry –quite the opposite, but he had had no idea that Harry felt the same way about him… it had scared him. Was he ready for a relationship? His first? Would he be good enough? He doubted this very much. As he was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice someone approaching from the other direction. He walked smack into them and they clattered to the floor.
"I'm sorry!" Ron said, holding out a hand to help up the person.
He still hadn't seen who it was –if he had, he wouldn't have helped them at all. Draco Malfoy was getting to his feet, looking angry.
"Watch where you're going." He snarled at Ron, who was standing tall next to him.
"I said I was sorry, didn't I?" Ron hissed, his face reddening.
Draco made a movement that made Ron think that he was going to punch him, but instead, the hand rested itself on his shoulder. Ron looked at it then at Malfoy.
"You want to get yourself down to the lake, Weasley." He said sadly, not at all In his usual tone.
"Why's that?" Ron asked, stepping back into the wall.
"Because they've just pulled Potter out of it." Was the short reply.
Draco strode away with a smirk on his face, whilst Ron stood there in shock.
What was going on? Had Harry…? It was too painful to even think about him doing that… But what if he had? Ron quickly ran down to the entrance hall, where Seamus and Dean stood, looking anxious.
"What's going….?" Ron started, but he trailed off as Dumbledore swept through the large wooden doors, a sopping Harry in his arms.
Ron clamped his hands over his mouth, and he had started shaking violently. He had tried to kill himself… was it because of him? Ron couldn't bear it if he had done. He followed at a distance, frightened that somebody would say something to him. But, he was left to his own devices as they all moved towards the hospital wing. Hermione wasn't there, so no-body talked to him. Seamus and Dean were walking in silence, and Ron couldn't help but sniff a bit. He felt deeply for Harry, but he didn't dare tell anybody because he knew how they'd react. As he went to walk into the hospital wing, he found the door being shut in his face by McGonagall. He swallowed and held back the hot tears that were trying to show themselves. Seamus laid a hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off and ran down the corridor.
He only stopped when he was nearly at the entrance hall, and he leant against the cold stone wall to catch his breath. He had been going to talk to Harry, he had been. Just waiting for the right moment… only, now, he was too late. Would they be able to save Harry? Please God, he thought, raking a hand through his hair. The passage was dark, and an icy draught whipped around him. Suddenly, a voice called him, "Ron?"
Ron spun and looked down the corridor to see Draco there. What the hell did he want? Ron really didn't want to have to deal with him now. He quickly wiped his eyes and said, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
Er -, I just wanted to…. Hey, what's wrong?"
Ron had fallen to his knees on the floor, tears pouring down his face. He should be the one lying in that hospital bed, for he was lowest anyone could get. It should have been him found floating in the school lake –inches from death. Draco was now kneeling next to him, trying to hide his worry.
"Don't touch me!" Ron said through shaking lips, "Just leave me alone."
Draco didn't remove his arm from around Ron's shoulders.
"This is all your fault!" Ron cried savagely, "Everything! If you hadn't've told the whole school he never would have done it!"
"He bloody would have, Weasley. Don't try to pass the blame off onto me! You're the reason he's up there, fighting for his life, all because you couldn't admit your feelings for him!"
"Don't tell me what I feel, Malfoy, or I'll smack you from this end of the corridor to the other!" Ron yelled at him, and wrenched his body from his grasp.
Draco's face contorted with anger and he grabbed Ron's shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Ron's breathing was harsh and his face was wet. Draco had an amazingly firm grip and Ron winced inwardly at the pain.
"Don't yell at me, Weasley. You're in no place to. Plus there's the fact that I'm so much better than you… you should look up to me." Draco said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I would never-" Ron started, but he was cut off by Draco smothering his lips with his.
His hands found Draco's chest and tried to push him away, but he just couldn't. The kiss was becoming more passionate every second, and Ron felt the heat rise in his body.
"You're mine, Weasley." Draco breathed in his ear, then he ran his tongue over Ron's earlobe, making him squirm.
"Come on," Draco hissed, taking his arms in a firm grip, "We're going outside."
Ron couldn't do anything –his arms felt as thought they would break and then there was the fact that, even though he didn't want to admit it, he maybe even liked what Draco was doing to him… As his body was pushed towards the wooden doors, he wondered if Harry would care about this…. Did he hate Ron that much as to not care if he lost his virginity to Draco Malfoy? He had no time to ponder this matter as Draco had now taken him outside and was leading him towards the forest. When they had reached the safety of the thick trees, Draco released his arms and leant against a tree.
"Why aren't you holding me anymore?" Ron asked timidly, rubbing his arms.
"You're not as stupid as to run off, are you? Come off it, we both know that you want this, maybe even more than I do…"
"What? You want me?" Ron said, feeling a sort of explosion take place in the pit of his stomach.
Draco laughed hollowly, and said, "Yeah, if you want to put it like that… I don't even know why. I mean, you're hardly the most attractive person in the world, are you? Your hair clashes terribly with your cheeks, and, well, you have no dress sense whatsoever…"
"Shut up." Ron said, wondering why he was still standing there.
Draco lost his smirk and walked over, then put his arms around Ron's neck. He surveyed the boy in front of him lovingly, and gently kissed the soft lips he found. Ron spread his long fingers across Draco's back and kissed him back, desperately.
"So…. What am I going to do with you?" Draco said, twiddling some fiery red hair between his fingers.
Both knew what the answer was –but could they bring themselves to actually do it? As they kissed again, they fell sideways and landed on the muddy floor. Draco couldn't believe his luck as Ron fumbled with the fastenings on his robes, and he began to do the same. Sighing, he grinned, and let Ron kiss and caress him….
Hello. This is the second in a 5 part series, and part five all depends on your comments! Thankyou.
Ron walked along the corridor, turning over everything in his brain. He couldn't bear the thought of never talking to Harry again, but could he make himself, after what had happened? It wouldn't be the same. Even if they did talk, Ron didn't know if he could control himself. Why had he acted like that? Why had he punched Harry in the jaw and run away like a scared child? Why? It wasn't as though he didn't love Harry –quite the opposite, but he had had no idea that Harry felt the same way about him… it had scared him. Was he ready for a relationship? His first? Would he be good enough? He doubted this very much. As he was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice someone approaching from the other direction. He walked smack into them and they clattered to the floor.
"I'm sorry!" Ron said, holding out a hand to help up the person.
He still hadn't seen who it was –if he had, he wouldn't have helped them at all. Draco Malfoy was getting to his feet, looking angry.
"Watch where you're going." He snarled at Ron, who was standing tall next to him.
"I said I was sorry, didn't I?" Ron hissed, his face reddening.
Draco made a movement that made Ron think that he was going to punch him, but instead, the hand rested itself on his shoulder. Ron looked at it then at Malfoy.
"You want to get yourself down to the lake, Weasley." He said sadly, not at all In his usual tone.
"Why's that?" Ron asked, stepping back into the wall.
"Because they've just pulled Potter out of it." Was the short reply.
Draco strode away with a smirk on his face, whilst Ron stood there in shock.
What was going on? Had Harry…? It was too painful to even think about him doing that… But what if he had? Ron quickly ran down to the entrance hall, where Seamus and Dean stood, looking anxious.
"What's going….?" Ron started, but he trailed off as Dumbledore swept through the large wooden doors, a sopping Harry in his arms.
Ron clamped his hands over his mouth, and he had started shaking violently. He had tried to kill himself… was it because of him? Ron couldn't bear it if he had done. He followed at a distance, frightened that somebody would say something to him. But, he was left to his own devices as they all moved towards the hospital wing. Hermione wasn't there, so no-body talked to him. Seamus and Dean were walking in silence, and Ron couldn't help but sniff a bit. He felt deeply for Harry, but he didn't dare tell anybody because he knew how they'd react. As he went to walk into the hospital wing, he found the door being shut in his face by McGonagall. He swallowed and held back the hot tears that were trying to show themselves. Seamus laid a hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off and ran down the corridor.
He only stopped when he was nearly at the entrance hall, and he leant against the cold stone wall to catch his breath. He had been going to talk to Harry, he had been. Just waiting for the right moment… only, now, he was too late. Would they be able to save Harry? Please God, he thought, raking a hand through his hair. The passage was dark, and an icy draught whipped around him. Suddenly, a voice called him, "Ron?"
Ron spun and looked down the corridor to see Draco there. What the hell did he want? Ron really didn't want to have to deal with him now. He quickly wiped his eyes and said, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
Er -, I just wanted to…. Hey, what's wrong?"
Ron had fallen to his knees on the floor, tears pouring down his face. He should be the one lying in that hospital bed, for he was lowest anyone could get. It should have been him found floating in the school lake –inches from death. Draco was now kneeling next to him, trying to hide his worry.
"Don't touch me!" Ron said through shaking lips, "Just leave me alone."
Draco didn't remove his arm from around Ron's shoulders.
"This is all your fault!" Ron cried savagely, "Everything! If you hadn't've told the whole school he never would have done it!"
"He bloody would have, Weasley. Don't try to pass the blame off onto me! You're the reason he's up there, fighting for his life, all because you couldn't admit your feelings for him!"
"Don't tell me what I feel, Malfoy, or I'll smack you from this end of the corridor to the other!" Ron yelled at him, and wrenched his body from his grasp.
Draco's face contorted with anger and he grabbed Ron's shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Ron's breathing was harsh and his face was wet. Draco had an amazingly firm grip and Ron winced inwardly at the pain.
"Don't yell at me, Weasley. You're in no place to. Plus there's the fact that I'm so much better than you… you should look up to me." Draco said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I would never-" Ron started, but he was cut off by Draco smothering his lips with his.
His hands found Draco's chest and tried to push him away, but he just couldn't. The kiss was becoming more passionate every second, and Ron felt the heat rise in his body.
"You're mine, Weasley." Draco breathed in his ear, then he ran his tongue over Ron's earlobe, making him squirm.
"Come on," Draco hissed, taking his arms in a firm grip, "We're going outside."
Ron couldn't do anything –his arms felt as thought they would break and then there was the fact that, even though he didn't want to admit it, he maybe even liked what Draco was doing to him… As his body was pushed towards the wooden doors, he wondered if Harry would care about this…. Did he hate Ron that much as to not care if he lost his virginity to Draco Malfoy? He had no time to ponder this matter as Draco had now taken him outside and was leading him towards the forest. When they had reached the safety of the thick trees, Draco released his arms and leant against a tree.
"Why aren't you holding me anymore?" Ron asked timidly, rubbing his arms.
"You're not as stupid as to run off, are you? Come off it, we both know that you want this, maybe even more than I do…"
"What? You want me?" Ron said, feeling a sort of explosion take place in the pit of his stomach.
Draco laughed hollowly, and said, "Yeah, if you want to put it like that… I don't even know why. I mean, you're hardly the most attractive person in the world, are you? Your hair clashes terribly with your cheeks, and, well, you have no dress sense whatsoever…"
"Shut up." Ron said, wondering why he was still standing there.
Draco lost his smirk and walked over, then put his arms around Ron's neck. He surveyed the boy in front of him lovingly, and gently kissed the soft lips he found. Ron spread his long fingers across Draco's back and kissed him back, desperately.
"So…. What am I going to do with you?" Draco said, twiddling some fiery red hair between his fingers.
Both knew what the answer was –but could they bring themselves to actually do it? As they kissed again, they fell sideways and landed on the muddy floor. Draco couldn't believe his luck as Ron fumbled with the fastenings on his robes, and he began to do the same. Sighing, he grinned, and let Ron kiss and caress him….