A/N: Disclaimers are in the previous chapters. I'm feeling tired.
Black Balloons:
Chapter IV- Bitter Tears
Harry stared in horror as a tear rolled down Ron's cheeks. A lump began forming inside his throat as he formulated what to say. But needless, even words couldn't soothe Ron this time. Somehow, their silence brought more tears down Ron's cheeks and he began taking steps, backward, his head shaking from side to side, the reality of the moment too painful to accept. Draco sighed, almost annoyed as Harry ignored him completely; his attention focused on the redhead. "Ron-" Harry whispered but Ron took off and ran without waiting for him to finish.
Harry had his hand outstretched as if reaching out to an invisible person. A part of him wanted to go after Ron a part of him was holding him back. Somehow being with Draco felt nice, almost right. Having his skin against his felt like fire and ice that when joined together, the two pure elements would share a contrast, almost wrong to others' eyes but right to the elements themselves.[1] But Ron. He was .. crying. All because of me.. Harry tried his best not to whimper as things got worse in his case. He was almost so deep in thought he didn't feel Draco there at all, his warm breath blowing on his face. Now I remember, I wanted to forget everything. About Draco, Ron and this whole mess. The kisses, the tears..I cast that spell because I wanted to forget…I wanted everything to be normal again. But even magic can't solve this…
Draco tugged at Harry's sleeve as Harry continued to stare into the empty space wherein Ron stood moments ago. "Madam Pomfrey," he said quietly. "She might catch us out here.."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment, with a look even Draco himself could not read, and then sighed inwardly. "You're right. I suppose we have to go.."
They started walking, sharing the same silence; Harry staring into space and thinking about Ron while Draco staring down his shoes. Both had different thoughts in their mind. Draco thought about his enemy, how it would feel to have his lips against his, like silk, the sweet taste of Harry's tongue.. Draco blushed, a raw new emotion seeping into him like an ice cube . What is this? Love already? Or simply a crush? Lust? Attraction? Draco shook his head, biting his lower lip. He stole a glance shyly at Harry who was staring into space and glanced back down his chose.Damn, he looks cute, close up!
Ron didn't care where he was going. He just has to leave them. Just has to leave Harry. Painful, hot tears spilled down his cheeks, blurring his vision as he wandered blindly to the Gryffindor Tower.
He almost choked a sob as he gave away the password to the fat lady.
Everyone was gathered in the common room, since it was just after dinner. Lavender, Hermione and Parvati were huddled up in one corner, studying something for Herbology Class. There were books piled on the desk, pieces of parchment lying all over with little ink marks on them. The fir crackled merrily as Hermione and her girl friends whispered and wrote, pausing aloft to dip the end of their quills into the inkbottle.
The moment Ron stormed in, looking as anguished as ever, Hermione stood up and called after him. But Ron ignored her and didn't even look back. "Fuck off, Hermione!" He spat. All the Gryffindors stared at him as he cried his way to the boys' dorm, some whispering to each other with odd looks on their faces.
Hermione sighed painfully, looking worried after Ron.
Lavender held her arm and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, 'Mione," she said, almost sighing. "He's gonna be okay first thing tomorrow morning.."
Hermione turned to Lavender. "He isn't. It's going to take more than overnight to get over that." She said quietly. "You don't know him like I do, Lav. Ron has some secrets, only I know."
Lavender shrugged. "Fine." She said raising her arms defiantly as she resumed her homework with Parvati. Hermione bit her lower lip.
"I told him not to go after Harry.. Now he's—"
"Hermione!"
Hermione turned to look at her girl friends. "Parvati what page was it again?"
***
Ron ran to the bathroom, locking the door as even more tears flowed down continuously.
He turned on the shower, letting it drench him as the water mixed with his anguished tears. He leaned against the cold tile, water and tears trickling down his face, robes wet and saturated to the hem. Ron closed his eyes, letting the cool water wash him. Or better yet erase the vivid memory that clung to his mind even though how much he didn't want it. The scene played in his mind like an unwanted dirt you'd get under your shoe.
He sank to his feet, letting his back slide down as he shook uncontrollably, his own arms wrapped around himself.
His sobbing echoed the bathroom, almost drowned out by the sound of running water…
***
"Good heavens you both!" Madam Pomfrey gasped, almost startled as Harry and Draco walked in. "You- you gave me a fright!" Draco rolled his eyes and sneered. Madam Pomfrey seemed to have sensed it and shot his a death glare.
"Where have you been, you both?" She asked, letting it pass. Harry sat on a bed. "The washroom," he said. "Hygiene boy here had to wash up." Harry smiled in a rather fetching way as he tried to recall what happened when they were on their way back. But then Ron… Harry shook that feeling of uncertainty way.. But it was….HARD for a reason. He recalled Ron crying. It tore him apart not being able to do anything, after all that was what bestfriends are for, right, always being there for the other though thick and thin, through good and bad. Ron was a bestfriend. He indeed did those. But Harry right now, was in any terms not any qualified for the position. He hang around Ron a lot. Treated him to some things.. But was Ron just a mere companion to him? He cared for Ron, yes but..
Harry shook his head wildly. This was getting confusing.
Draco blushed for some reason. Was that a wink? He bit his lower lip
"Hey, you were the one who shoved your dinner on me!" He protested.
Harry bolted from his thought. He found the Madam, shaking her head and walking away. Switching off the lights, she walked to the door. "No sneaking out!" she added before finally closing the door behind her.
It was semi-dark. The moon's beam that crept from the space between the curtains on the window, gave the only light in the room . Harry could hear Draco's steady breathing. Like he was counting whether to start or not.
"Lumos!" Draco murmured and a light appeared out of the tip of his wand. He focused the light closer to his face and stared at Harry. "Scary to be sharing a room with you, isn't it?"
Harry lifted a brow. "What does that suppose to mean?"
Draco walked towards him and edged closer, their legs touching.
"What does it make of us, Harry?" Draco's voice was even, emotionless to be exact. You couldn't read it, without looking in his eyes were his emotions were usually visible. No, not especially in the dark. It wasn't the usual mockery or provocative tone, but it was calm and sort of… nice.
"Make of us?" Harry repeated. He shuddered as Draco placed a hand on his cheek, the other his gripped his wand where light still shone, almost poking Harry on the stomach.
"We kissed, remember, oh wait, how bout I tripped, you tripped and then our lips met and stuck to each other's until that cry baby Weasley came!" His usual sarcastic tone. Harry sighed. Ron… "He's in love with me," He heard himself whisper. Draco was swishing his wand around and he stopped suddenly, staring at Harry as his features were silhouetted in the moonlight. God, he looks beautiful. I just want to hold him. Trace those curves and lines with my finger.. Wait! He said something about Weasley..
"Messed up I know," Harry said. "We just had a fight. All about—" Harry stopped when he almost said 'you'. "Anyway, he told me he was in love with me but I'm not. I—"
Harry stopped again and stared at Draco again. He looked beautiful like that. With silver blonde locks falling on pale, smooth skin. Lips soft and thin, eyes gray and visible with emotion. Long, thin and soft fingers, just like a girl's. His poise, grace and courtesy… Just like an angel's..
Without any word, Harry pushed Draco to the bed, and kissed him with full force, prying his mouth open. Draco of course, smiled in delight and forgot about their conversation. He gladly welcomed Harry's strong tongue in, their tongues battling in an erotic duel…
Ron~*
Why does he get everything? All the love? All the money? It isn't fair. He's too spoiled. Too arrogant. Too perfect.
Harry's my bestfriend! Draco, his rival! They can't fall in love. It's wrong. Harry's mine.
But I saw it. Though how much I hate to admit it, I saw Harry make the first move. Maybe he's under some sort of trance.. A spell perhaps?
Or am I just hoping too much that Harry will fall in love with me? Am I that ugly? Am I that horrid that Harry chose Malfoy over me? I can be better that that spoiled Slytherin. In fact, I am better. I can prove it but even so, Harry will still fall for Malfoy won't he? I thought fate would always be on one's side, just like in a fairy tale. But maybe I'm wrong. Fairy tales aren't real. And I'm not the main character.
I love Harry. Ever since I met him, I've always liked him. It surprised me though, 3 years back, when there was a task for the Triwizard tournament, Harry saved me. They say the most important one in one's life will be placed upon the captivity of the merpeople for a moment. Then there I was, under water, then Harry came and held me in his arms and saved me.
Was I an important part of his life? If so then why did he choose Malfoy over me?
***
Ron turned off the shower and sank back to his knees. HE closed his eyes, eyelids wet with tears and water. How he wished all this would just end. How he wished…
Ron stood up and rummaged through the medicine cabinet, almost dropping everything in sight, intoxicated in his own tears.
And there lay a pocketknife in all its silver glory. Ron took it, examining it in every angel for close inspection. Then closing his eyes, a tear trickling down his cheek, plunged the knife deep into his chest…
***
Harry gasped and pulled away from the kiss. Draco looked up at him. "What's the matter, Harry?" Harry shook hi head and buried his face in his hand. He looked down at Draco and shrugged the dazed expression from his face. "I had the weirdest vision," He said. "That Ron planted a knife in his chest. And then-"
Draco rolled his eyes and gently pushed Harry off. "You were thinking of that Weasley while you were kissing me?" Draco almost spat the name in disgust. "Gee, Harry if you like that Weasel so much why not leave and shag him instead!"
Harry glared at the other boy, but then dropped the gaze. "Because I want to be with you. I like you.. Want you.."
Draco's lips curled into a smile. "Oh, really?"
To be continued..
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