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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.
-=-::-=-
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.
-=-::-=-
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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