Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter and all related characters and themes, the goddess named J

Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter and all related characters and themes, the goddess named J.K. Rowling does... so don't sue me. I'm only borrowing them temporarily so I can make them do my bidding ^_^

POV: A whole bunch of people, I'm kinda just fiddling around with it. Tell me if you like my POV strategy or not.

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Ron gasped loudly and stopped about a foot away from Draco. "You," he growled.

Draco smiled pleasantly, dropping easily into his 'sardonic' self. "Yes, me. What do you want Weasel?"

"AAARRRGGG." Before Draco had a chance to think Ron had charged at him, tackling and pinning the Slytherin on the hard floor with a loud 'Bang!'. Draco breathed deeply, getting the wind knocked out of him in Ron's abruptness. He restricted himself from wringing the boys' neck until he knew what was going on.

"Muscle spasms or is this a your other personality showing?"

Ron growled again, having taken too much to soon this night. This was the last straw. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!" He bellowed into Draco's face, now breathing heavily himself.

Draco looked up at him with sincere confusion. "What? I didn't do anything!"

Ron's eyes widened with fury. "YOU... HE... EERRRR." Ron heaved himself off Draco, trying to regain his breath and sat him self up against a wall for support. He rubbed his head, not quite knowing how to express all his feelings at once. He was shocked, sickened and tremendously hurt. The general idea of having an enemy is to hate the person. He never, not once, expected this. But then, how could he? This didn't happen everyday.

Draco cast him a weary look, sitting up and leaning on his arms. "Are you done now are would you like to assault me some more? Maybe next time it should be in my room where there's a bed and leather and-"

"SHUT UP WILL YOU!?" Ron shot him a cold look, trying to figure out how to kill Malfoy without hurting his best friend. He knew he simply couldn't do one without the other. Ron sighed, staring at the floor, thinking things over. Have Harry hate you forever, or self your pride and do the right thing? Forever wasn't that long... was it?

With a slight cough he murmured, "How do you feel about Harry?"

"He is..." He thought 'everything' "the most attention-craving, conceited bastard I have ever laid eyes on, with his nobleness and bravery and *morals*... which in turn make the rest of us look like pansies." Draco looked at Ron just about to ask why when-

"NO! Jesus Malfoy try listening will you? I said feel... how do you feel about him? Not how much you are jealous of him." Ron grinned triumphantly. Draco ignored it.

"Erm yeah Weasley... you sure your 5-times-too-small robes haven't cut off the air supply to your brain?"

Ron, having too much of this lunged at him again, getting a good grip on his shoulders and successfully pinning him down to the ground.

"Weasley sod off will you? Unless you enjoy touching me... you know we could do this 'later'..."

Ron slammed Draco's shoulders on the ground. Hard.

"Fuck you! Answer me! I need to know." Before... it was the mindless rage that had engulfed Ron. But now the fear was slowly starting to sink in.

Draco gave him a blank look. "What do you want me to tell you? Do you want me to say that I'm madly in love with Mr. Perfect?" Draco didn't mind saying this... Ron knew he was being sarcastic... didn't he?

Ron cringed.

Draco gasped, quickly shoving Ron off him and dragging him self away from him with his arms. "I didn't mean-"

"So it's true."

"No of course it's not true!" Draco replied huffily, starting to get defensive. He quickly realized this and slipped back into his cool composure. "What's true?"

"Malfoy did you ever think about telling him?"

Draco's mouth sagged open then promptly closed. "There's nothing to tell," he said tersely, brushing a few blonde strands of hair away from his face.

Ron shook his head before carrying on. "Dra- Malfoy you know just as well as I do that you. Like. Harry."

"And I think you. Are. Nutters."

Ron smiled. Slightly. But nevertheless it was still a smile. "He likes you."

Draco's eyes widened. It was his turn to freak out. "He WHAT!?"

"You heard me," Ron grinned. "And I know you like him so-"

Draco recoiled. "Your mad."

"Yeah well you're madly in love." Ron stood up casually, his face back to its nice white/freckly color, and dusted off his robes before sticking out a hand to help Malfoy. Draco cautiously took his hand and hoisted himself up quickly and let go of him, staring at him disbelief. 

"This isn't some kind of trick?"

"Unless Harry became an extremely good liar over night... no." Ron suddenly got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not long ago he had yelled at Harry for being so stupid for falling for Malfoy. 'I'll change that.' Ron thought, 'I've got to do this for Harry. I've got to make it up to him. I've got to-'

Draco instead was staring off out the window, a lopsided smile on his face. 'Potter? Like me? You're kidding. This is some kind of weird dream and I'll wake up any moment now.' He looked around. 'Odd, usually a dream with Harry in it involves a naked, kinky Potter.' He pinched his leg firmly. "Ow!"

Ron looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

Draco smiled a true genuine smile.

Ron vaguely thought, 'Jeez, now I know why all those girls think Draco is hot.'

"Thanks Weasley.... A lot."

Draco turned around, smiling as wide as he could manage. He had never felt this way before. It was like he could walk on air. It was like Potter had invaded his soul and took over his heart in those small few words. It was like the one person who could make it all better nonchalantly brushed everything he had been taught aside. He took small steps toward the direction of the dungeons, but he didn't get very far. An impatient cough was heard behind him. Draco turned around and looked at Ron, who was grinning evilly.

"Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"If you hurt him, I'll kill you."

Draco grinned. "Fair enough."

And with that they both went their separate ways, both feeling very self-satisfied. Good 'ol trusty Ron to the rescue.

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Wave upon wave of nausea coursed through my veins, taking my body prisoner and holding my soul as hostage. I couldn't breath. I'm not sure I wanted to. I sat, stunned to the spot where my bloody best friend had cursed me and my feelings, mouth hanging slightly open, way past tears to cry. At this moment, he has hurt me in a way not even the majestic Lord Voldemort could. Oh no, he had hurt me in such a way that it snaked down into my heart and nestled itself there, eating away at every shred of hope I had. He shattered my dreams and ambitions; he made my wildest nightmares come to life. As he stalked out of that door, a part of myself went with him. I want that part back; I want to be whole. I just don't want him back with it.

Ron's obsenities replayed in my head over and over like a whiney broken record after I had finally decided to trudge up to the boys dorm. His short sightedness has ruined me; beat me down and leaves me broken. I'm too wasted to be angry.

Hours later, the blackness surrounds me and devours me entirely into the world of unconsciousness. Even there I'm not safe. Defenseless, bleeding, and so unprotected; and there is no one to make it better.

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The door to the dorm creaked open noisily as he slipped past it and closed it with a light touch. He was grinning, from one freckled ear to the other.

In his mind, he had done the right thing. The seemingly only option; make peace. He never even thought of whom the peace was being quelled with. Was Ron putting his own differences with Draco aside instead of thinking about Harry? Or... in some warped way... did it work out for all three of them? Did Ron somehow magically diminish their problems with each other? Certainly Harry would forgive Ron and, well, Draco couldn't be a bastard as much anymore since Ron was one up on him. But Ron conveniently forgot to ask himself these things.

He shrugged off his abused school robes leaving him in just his boxers and kicked the robes aside. He crept up next to Harry's bed and pushed one velvet tapestry to one side. He looked down at Harry expecting him to look as angelic as he always was, sleeping or not, but he was stunned at Harry's expression.

His mouth was twisted into something of fury instead of a calm line of light pink lips. His cheeks were glowing; hostility seemed to gush off him so that Ron could feel it and he shivered. He had never seen Harry like this, and since Harry was indeed sleeping he could only faintly imagine what the conscious Harry would be like. But there was something about the flushed cheeks and angered lips that made him look like he was scared at the same time, almost broken. Ron smiled a little. Harry Potter simply could not be broken easily, if at all. Tired eyelids were closed over pools of emerald, but he could have sworn that if he could see his eyes right now he'd be looking into an empty soul, one roughly battered and evidently misunderstood.

Ron frowned, getting slightly worried, but then he thought maybe he was just having a dream. He looked at Harry with consideration and decided not to wake him. Today had been enough on both of them. Hopefully everything would be cleared up by tomorrow. Ron brushed back a lock of black hair that was sticking to Harry's sweaty forehead, leaned over and kissed his scar lightly.

"Goodnight Harry," Ron said tenderly before placing the curtain back in place and shielding Harry from his view, almost defending him in a way.

Ron slipped into his own bed and hastily closed his own curtains, catching a yawn with the back of his hand and falling back onto his pillows at the same time. The last thought that flitted across Ron's mind before he lost perception of his atmosphere was:

"This is for Harry, remember that, think of Harry..."

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