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Chapter the second : Ron's insight
Ron scowled down at his plate. It was Hogsmeade weekend and he couldn't go. He had detention.
"Geez Ron come on. It's not that bad. We'll bring you something from Honeydukes and get your new quills for you." Hermione told Ron in an annoyed voice.
"Great. That won't help me though, right? I'm still stuck here."
"And? It's your own fault. If you hadn't tripped Malfoy during Potionsclass, this would not have happened." Hermione sounded accusing.
"Don't fret."
"I'm not fretting!"
"Hey. You two. Stop the fighting will you?" Harry interjected.
"Sorry."
"Well, guess I'll see you guys later." Ron muttered dejectedly and left the Great Hall in the direction of Filch's office. Once there he knocked quietly.
"Come in."
"Ah. Mr. Weasley. I have the perfect job for you. You will clean the thrid, fourth and fifth floors on the left side." Filch smiled greasily and shoved a mop into Ron's hands. The red-head sighed and proceeded to the third floor where he started working.
After an hour Ron's arms were aching and he sat down to take a break. He suddenly heard two people talking one flight up. Curious he stood and edged up the stairs. His heda barely visable over the last stair, Ron gazed into the corridor. There at the end where two boys sitting together on a windowcill. The one, with darkbrown hair, was holding the other, slightly smaller one in his arms. Ron suddenly recognized the two and smiled evily.
It would be fun to evesdrop on Blaise and Draco's conversation. Quietly edging himself over to the right of the stairs he could hear the Slytherin's talking.
"... but it's not as if he'll ever notice."
"He will. You can be sure of that. And then you're in for it." Blaise's voice seemed concerned.
"It's sweet of you that you are concerned with my wellfare but I assure you tath he won't notice. How could he? I men I'm not going home this christmas and no one besides Pansy, you, me and Greg knows." Draco was confident.
"You say that every time and every time you do go home and every fucking time you come back with more bruises and gashes that I can count. I don't like seeing you hurt Draco."
"Blaise. Nothing will happen."
Ron was listening and not understanding the least, but decided that this sounded interesting and so he stayed where he was.
Blaise stood abruptly making Draco slide to the floor. "Draco! Merlin! I don't think that this is funny. I love you and I don't want to see you hurt. How often did he beat you this summer, huh? How often did he make you feel as if you were worth nothing? How often did he rape you? Do you enjoy this treatment? Do you like being raped?"
Ron who's whole face had lightened up at the "i love you" fell when he heared Blaise yell "how often did he rape you?" Astounded and shoked Ron looked on the scene infront of him.
"I'm sorry Dray. I didn't..., merlin..." Draco was sitting quietly on the windowcill, tears running down his cheeks. Blaise quickly went over to the broken boy and hugged him to his body. Draco cowered into his boyfriends arms while Blaise clenched his shut and rubbed comforting circles onto the blonds back.
Ron gaped openly at the totally different Draco Malfoy that was being presented to him. This Draco seemd lost and hurt beyond belief. Ron felt extremely sorry for the blond boy.
"Dray. I love you... I love you so much... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I love you... i just don't want to see you hurt... I love you so freaking much..."
"I know." Draco looked up at Blaise through his tears and placed a gentle kiss on Blaise's lips. The darkhaired boy returned the kiss.
Ron smiled despite himself and returned to his mop giving the two Slytherins some privacy.
Ron concluded that his forced stay at Hogwarts had indeed had its advantages.
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The next day during Transfigurations Ron saw Draco grip Blaises hand. This brought a happy smile to the Gryffindors face.
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Chapter the second : Ron's insight
Ron scowled down at his plate. It was Hogsmeade weekend and he couldn't go. He had detention.
"Geez Ron come on. It's not that bad. We'll bring you something from Honeydukes and get your new quills for you." Hermione told Ron in an annoyed voice.
"Great. That won't help me though, right? I'm still stuck here."
"And? It's your own fault. If you hadn't tripped Malfoy during Potionsclass, this would not have happened." Hermione sounded accusing.
"Don't fret."
"I'm not fretting!"
"Hey. You two. Stop the fighting will you?" Harry interjected.
"Sorry."
"Well, guess I'll see you guys later." Ron muttered dejectedly and left the Great Hall in the direction of Filch's office. Once there he knocked quietly.
"Come in."
"Ah. Mr. Weasley. I have the perfect job for you. You will clean the thrid, fourth and fifth floors on the left side." Filch smiled greasily and shoved a mop into Ron's hands. The red-head sighed and proceeded to the third floor where he started working.
After an hour Ron's arms were aching and he sat down to take a break. He suddenly heard two people talking one flight up. Curious he stood and edged up the stairs. His heda barely visable over the last stair, Ron gazed into the corridor. There at the end where two boys sitting together on a windowcill. The one, with darkbrown hair, was holding the other, slightly smaller one in his arms. Ron suddenly recognized the two and smiled evily.
It would be fun to evesdrop on Blaise and Draco's conversation. Quietly edging himself over to the right of the stairs he could hear the Slytherin's talking.
"... but it's not as if he'll ever notice."
"He will. You can be sure of that. And then you're in for it." Blaise's voice seemed concerned.
"It's sweet of you that you are concerned with my wellfare but I assure you tath he won't notice. How could he? I men I'm not going home this christmas and no one besides Pansy, you, me and Greg knows." Draco was confident.
"You say that every time and every time you do go home and every fucking time you come back with more bruises and gashes that I can count. I don't like seeing you hurt Draco."
"Blaise. Nothing will happen."
Ron was listening and not understanding the least, but decided that this sounded interesting and so he stayed where he was.
Blaise stood abruptly making Draco slide to the floor. "Draco! Merlin! I don't think that this is funny. I love you and I don't want to see you hurt. How often did he beat you this summer, huh? How often did he make you feel as if you were worth nothing? How often did he rape you? Do you enjoy this treatment? Do you like being raped?"
Ron who's whole face had lightened up at the "i love you" fell when he heared Blaise yell "how often did he rape you?" Astounded and shoked Ron looked on the scene infront of him.
"I'm sorry Dray. I didn't..., merlin..." Draco was sitting quietly on the windowcill, tears running down his cheeks. Blaise quickly went over to the broken boy and hugged him to his body. Draco cowered into his boyfriends arms while Blaise clenched his shut and rubbed comforting circles onto the blonds back.
Ron gaped openly at the totally different Draco Malfoy that was being presented to him. This Draco seemd lost and hurt beyond belief. Ron felt extremely sorry for the blond boy.
"Dray. I love you... I love you so much... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I love you... i just don't want to see you hurt... I love you so freaking much..."
"I know." Draco looked up at Blaise through his tears and placed a gentle kiss on Blaise's lips. The darkhaired boy returned the kiss.
Ron smiled despite himself and returned to his mop giving the two Slytherins some privacy.
Ron concluded that his forced stay at Hogwarts had indeed had its advantages.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day during Transfigurations Ron saw Draco grip Blaises hand. This brought a happy smile to the Gryffindors face.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
read and review. merci. I know that this anothre random chapter...