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Summary: On the brink of a suicidal slip, one Sixth Year Slytherin has more problems to face when he starts falling in love, with one of his worse enemies. And when they finally meet for the first time, they are caught up in something they cannot undo...
Author's Notes: I was typing this right after I updated the summary, and the profile to my account. I haven't updated the profile in months…or years! XD You all SHOULD be glad I worked on this! I have a draft of a paper due Tues., two tests the same day, a project due on Thurs., and some other stuff you don't want to know. Anyways, I promised this would be in Ron's POV! XD I hope you will enjoy it… I worked hard. I wanted to make Ron feel like he knew Draco, or his feelings, and then realized, he and Draco don't share the same feeling at all…
Fragile
Chapter ThreeAs I walked into the compartment, I felt something wrong. Something... It was scaring me. In the room, it was rather nippy, unlike when I was in the room with Hermione and Harry. When I saw who was here, I trembled, and I seemed to have stopped moving.
I stared with bulging eyes.
He was holding his left hand to the glass, and his other one in his face. He was wincing, like someone was taking over him...like a pain was washing over him. Agony, torture... My blood started churning, my stomach doing flips. But then realization hit me in the face and it stopped.
The feeling...
It was Draco Malfoy sitting in that seat. The same Draco Malfoy that always teased Harry, Hermione, and I. The ruthless, zealously jealous, and rather snobby, Draco Malfoy, who discriminated Muggle-borns, and Muggle-lovers, or anyone that associated with them.
But all I saw was an innocent soul... For once I saw through the mirror, and saw a true reflection of what was really reality.
Whatever I had been doing, it was not reality at all.
Suddenly, he started grabbing his head, and shaking...unmoving, and still. It was like he was holding something back. And during the first time in the five years I've known him, all I saw was a damaged boy. Rotting away on a platter, something nibbled at, pawed, and used. Tortured... In fact, he looked more used than I've ever seen him possessed.
His head snapped up, and we stared. It seemed like moments, time stopping. He was trying to read into my gaze. He didn't bother to try to hide. He knew was caught, and it shown through his eyes. He wanted to find something, he was trying to get me to help...He wanted something from me that I did not know.
He broke the contact again, and he started shaking once more. Unshed tears came through his eyes, and he was shutting them tight.
He fell onto the seat, and started lying down. In never in a million years did I expect this to happen.
The poor guy started crying. What was like the first in so long, to him really, I saw him for the first time. Tears were trailing down his cheeks, and choked sobs filled the room. He didn't seem to care what it was like in the world. It was like he didn't what anyone thought... He looked as though he felt
like he was alone.
A piece of parchment fell to the floor. It was yellowed, and aged, but not as much as I thought it would be. I gasped. Tears started burning, as though I felt a connection between me and him. The parchment...the one Hermione and I were arguing about. He found it. He had it... I examined it. Was that tear stains…?
I saw hastily written in silver ink was this:
But then the moment I saw you...The idea dawned on me what was going on. What this jumbled mess was.
I was in love with you. I still am.
What scares me the most is that I can never be with you.
With all the hope that I could ever have, it went down the drain. I knew it would never work, but I didn't give up. I never did.
When I found out, everything I seemed to be, what I was...
I realized I don't exist. I am only an entity that will hold a human form, but will never be.
I love you...
I just need a shield to hold this agony...I found this. I don't care anymore...though the writing seems to be some kind of message...to someone. I don't care. I don't care anymore...
Nothing seems right. Nothing will ever be.
This place in my heart you have made; it shall be the last bits I ever retain.
"And I love you..." I blinked. I heard the sound of my voice, the words coming out of my lips, breaking the silence of the room. The room halted. It seemed to be anyway. I couldn't believe I was reading it out loud. Draco Malfoy has feelings of true love about someone?
I knew I was being insensitive, but it just popped out of nowhere.
I heard him get up, and wipe the tears away from his eyes. His back was turned to me. What I saw, was like a demon reborn.
His eyes were bloodshot, and deep, and black, like the abysses in hell. He snatched the parchment from my hands, and he gave a grunt. His nostrils were flaring. Role reversal; that was what it was.
He continued what he did before: cry. He was crying, and he didn't care.
I still didn't move. I couldn't. I was glued on the spot, as if something might happen if I did. He glared at me.
"Aren't you going to do something, Weasley? Or are you just going to feel damn sympathy for me? Don't try to be empathic. It disgusts me..." His sneering...
What did he think he was? Like he was going to erase what happened here? I know the truth...or a better insight. The damn guy knew it.
"Well?" His hatred was showing.
I took a breath, and in the first time my life, with rationality, and courage, I retorted into his face: "I really don't care what the damn hell you think, you bastard! You think you can sit around here and be a stupid, depressed guy, and then turn back into the bloody sneering faced Malfoy façade! I know a better insight than you think, and I know more of the truth, you git! And give back that parchment! It was mine in the first place...If you didn't pick it up, you probably wouldn't be facing me right now."
He tucked it into his robes. "I don't have time to deal with you Weasley..."
For the first time in my life, my mother's genes ran through me, and I slapped him on the face.
"You don't have the time? Hell you don't! I really don't want to know what the hell is going on, but I swear, you better not call me incompetent in my fucking face! I know it is there...you practically send the message! And you can't deny it!"
There was still fury in his eyes, like the fire rekindling in my eyes. I was thawing the ice. He took out the parchment, and ripped the portion which didn't have sliver ink on it. He gave the ripped part to me.
"There you have it," shoving it into my hand. "Now, leave."
I placed the parchment into my robes, and sat down in one of the seats. I crossed my arms.
"I am not leaving. And I have a feeling I won't for a while now..."
He grunted, and did the same. "Potter put you here, huh?"
He laughed, in fake humor. "I suppose since Potter placed you here, you will be in this position until this trains ends... Just like Potter's lackey, you are..."
Blood was rushing into my face, in animosity. I held it back.
Then I noticed the gleaming sliver in his robes...
A knife.
He was going to commit suicide.
Tonight.
End Chapter Three
ANs: I didn't want to end it that way!! T_T But I did!! XD Sorry, either that, or no ending or chapter three at all. -_-;; I hope you enjoyed it!
~A-Chan Yuy~
3/23/02 – 11:34 PM CST
