Nov.02: Hi all! Long time no write! LOLOLOL! Blame trig! We had a test,
which took 3 days to take. I got a 79 C! I'm pretty damn proud!
Ron: You should be! I know how much math is such an Achilles Heel for you.
Nov.02: Thanks Ron! I love you the mostest!
Ron: *giggles*
Harry: Hey!
Nov.02: You're my second favoritest!
Harry: *huggles*
Draco: I'm after him. *points to Har-bear*
Nov.02: No, you're not. I'm not fond of you right now. U as my muse...are really mean to me. I like HOW some portray you as either mean/brooding/suicidal type but.....you are just one cranky bitch.
Draco: *sneer* I love you too!
Nov.02: Weeeeeee! I heart you as well!
Harry: I think she's lost her marbles.
Nov.02: *starts dancing to the Unsolved Mysteries theme song playing on her video tape* *tap dancing*
Draco: U_U;
Harry and Ron: O.o
Ron: NE-way.....thanks ~*KC Matthews*~ how's UR story going? Nov kinda lost track.
Nov.02: Sowy.
Ron: THNX ~*mystic-flower*~ Our relationship is getting depressing.
Thank U ~*Snowdrop*~ I don't know why she does it. *asks Nov* Why do u do the things u do?
Nov.02: To have a bigger and more dramatic Epilogue!
Ron: THNX ~*SparkySparkles*~ Complicated is as complicated does.
Thank you ~*cihbecca*~ Ewww! Isn't it weird that Drake's dad liked my dad. Ewww!
THNX ~*Aloh Dark*~ No! I won't let him go without a fight! *pulls Draco near him and latches on*
Draco: O.o
Ron: Thanks ~*Tom Raven*~ It's not good to curse! LOL.....I do it and look at me. *still attached to Draco* U ask a lot a questions but Draco, would you hurt me so horribly as to terminate our relationship? *looks at screen* That is what you want to say basically?
Draco: No
Nov.02: Yes! Sowy Ron! I love you but.....it's gotta happen!
Ron: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Draco: That's my ear love.
Ron: Sowy! *kisses Draco's ear lobe* THNX ~*Sheena*~ Draco is greater. But I still think Harry is groovy!
Thanks ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ Hey girlie! How'd auditions go? Did u gets a part? U know you did! Where's the rest of the story?
Thank you ~*yoko*~ The beginning is good but as U read the author puts us through shite!
Thank U ~*Landell*~ We will never live happily ever after until she decides to be nice!
And thanks ~*Maleficent*~ Be happy it's snowing. Who said Harry will be getting shagged?
Harry: What? I'm finally going to get some?
Nov.02: Yup! Soon.just bide your time! Now go read and complain cuz THIS IS SADNESS!
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Chpt 23
Ron was getting ready to leave, to go eat with Hermione at lunch. But a few people who he hadn't spoken to appeared in front of him.
"Um, Ron? May we speak with you?" It was Dean accompanied by Neville and Seamus.
"Sure,"
"I'm so sorry for the way we acted."
Now that's was something he didn't hear too often nowadays.
"It's okay."
"No, it's not. I'm sorry for the way we acted but we weren't sure how to react. Most of the students here didn't know how to react. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor."
"A Weasley and a Malfoy." Added Seamus.
"A boy and a boy." Neville squeaked from behind Seamus. "I'm sorry as well."
"Me too. Don't take it too personal. It wasn't about you and Draco, I guess you call him that?"
"Yes," Ron smiled, "I do."
Seamus walked up to him, standing next to him. "Do you scream it?"
"Seamus." Dean reprimanded. "Sorry about that. He's a bit...curious is all. You know about the rumors and all."
Ron knew that was what they were fishing for. "Most of those rumors are false. Including the one about the professor and Head Boy."
"Oh. Well, it's nice to see you back here in the Tower." Neville laughed lightly. "We just wanted you to know you could feel safe sleeping here, you don't have to sleep somewhere else."
"It's fine. I was planning on doing that tonight, though."
"Oh, well. Now you don't have to fret." Said Seamus.
"But-"
Dean finished before Ron could get the thought out, "Harry will come around."
"I hope so. Thank you, guys."
"Welcome," they said in unison.
The newly re-formed group of friends headed for the portrait hole. "You can sit with the rest of us. It's been put to rest. A Gryffindor is happy, so we're all happy. Most of us." Neville explained.
"Really? Did you all have a meeting about this?" joked Ron.
"Yes. Last night. How'd you find out?"
"I guessed." But, as he reached the exit, a bundle of red caught his eye. Fred, George and Ginny. How lovely.
"What now? Do you know feel the need to ostracize me, now that I'm back? Fine, go a head." Ron sneered. Yes, these were his family members but he had to be on his guard.
"See, I knew he wouldn't go for this. I'm not wasting my breath on him. I'm going to lunch." Fred commented, briskly walking out the door.
"Don't you dare Frederick Vincent Weasley! He is our brother; you will not simply give up on this chance to settle things once and for all because he's upset. Be happy he hasn't punched you in the face!" argued Ginny.
Ron always loved her. She was one little spitfire. And she needed to be seeing as how she is the youngest and only female of the Weasley sibling clan. 'She said what she said and that's all that she said' they would say about Ginny. She spoke her mind and that was it, no anger, no resentment, just her speaking the facts and leaving you to figure them out for yourself. Or she'll kick you in the face. Whatever worked best.
So Fred turned back. "Virginia Fay Weasley, shut your face!"
"How dare you?! You git! I hope you go to lunch, eat a piece of bread and choke and die! Ain't karma a bitch?"
"Watch you mouth!" Ron exclaimed. He missed this petty arguing.
"Oh Ron! Shut up! I'm standing up for you!"
"I don't need you to. I can take care of myself!"
"Ronald Benjamin Weasley! Don't speak that way to your little sister!" piped Fred, moving over to her side, George watching on amused.
"You spoke that way to her."
"George Henry Weasley." George called out. All Weasley eyes stared at him. "Well, everyone was yelling everyone's names so, I yelled my name so it won't be left out."
"So," Fred spoke, choosing to ignore twin for the time being. "We're here to clear up this whole you and Malfoy-"
"Draco," Ron interrupted.
"-thing." Fred continued. "We see that he obviously means a lot to you. And we don't like him. We want you to know we could care less about you being gay but a Malfoy....come now."
"Well, he is sort of cute." Ginny sighed wistfully.
"He is." Ron encouraged.
"That's besides the point. He's been nothing but evil to us. To you. To everyone you know. Then, all of a sudden, here you are making out with him, on a table, in front of the whole school."
"He's not that bad. You just have to realize that was who he was groomed to be. He was brought up by his father to be a cold-hearted, judgmental, sadistic bastard who would be shrewd about his finances, business partners and partners to mate with."
"To mate with?" questioned George. "Now that's fucked up."
"It is. Draco told me once that his father had certain guidelines as to who would have the privilege to mate with a Malfoy. I'm certainly not apart of his criteria but women are just something to continue the lineage. I'm surprised his father hasn't resorted to incest to keep the Malfoys pure." Ron contorted his face in a horrible grimace.
His other siblings continued with his idea in facial scrutiny.
"I know. But that's Malfoy. A family of twisted riches and evil dreams. Now, Draco, the boy I know and love, he is wonderful. He's happy, he's funny, he's a bit shy and completely protective of me. He is truly a gentle soul. I wish you could just see past his name."
"That's why we're here: to get a better understanding of him." Ginny reasoned. She placed a comforting hand on her older brother's shoulder. She missed him. She knew that for Ron to fall for Malfoy there must be a Draco underneath.
"Do you love him?" asked George, finally jumping into the conversation.
"Yes,"
"Does he make you feel as if you are the whole world and he is the striving connoisseur of all that is worldly?"
"Yes,"
"Does he make you feel important? Does he make you find certain things inside yourself that you never would have, could have, found before him?"
"Yes, where are you going with this? It's wonderful and all but George, you always make fun of me."
"I'm trying to get to understand your relationship and to what you've told me he sounds like he's doing you one world of a favor. I guess, you're not going to leave him so I have to accept it." George smiled.
"He stole the words from my mouth." Ginny added. "But I can accept him!" Ginny hugged him. "I love you, big brother." She sighed into his shoulder.
"I love you too, Gin, George."
Fred looked at him. "I wanted to get angry. I wanted to yell but those traitors were all nice so....I guess I have to be as well. I can accept him but if he hurts you in anyway, shape or form, I'll kill him."
"Thank you. Now let's go to lunch."
The partial Weasley family headed out of the door. Ron couldn't be happier. He's friends accepted him, his family accepted him. They even accepted the fact that he was in a relationship with Draco. Could the world be any more perfect?
But of course, we all know the world is less than perfect.
As the group of redheads ambled down the hallway, a boy was leaning against the wall, a few feet from the entrance of Gryffindor Tower. Draco.
"Um, I guess we'll met you downstairs." Said Fred, noticing the Slytherin first.
"Thanks," Ron smiled.
As Ginny and George walked by, murmuring a quiet greeting, Ron gave the lounging student a silent kiss. It was a short kiss of affection, though Ron could feel the slight recoiling come from Draco.
"What's wrong?" wondered Ron, looking into those gently churning, swirling emotions called eyes. "Hold on. You're bleeding!"
Ron gingerly cupped the left side of Draco's face. With his thumb, he brushed the bruise, Draco wincing, sucking in his breath. It was hideous. Draco's lower lip was partially swollen, a bloody gash stemming from the middle of his lip and tapering off as it neared the small crevice where the two lips met. A small, obscene bruise surrounded the lip, a yellowish hue with a purple-black outline.
"What the bloody hell happened here?" Ron still probing the injury.
"I had a run-in with a longtime foe. Nothing too bad. I've received worse."
"God, Draco." Ron rubbed his hands together.
"What are you doing?"
"Warming my hands." Ron placed one warm hand over the lip and bruise, the other on the back of his head. "Cureo Machucado."
A burning tingling feeling flowed through Draco's cheek. It was soon replaced with the feeling of a cool feeling. A peppermint-y feeling that chilled the bruise.
"There's my Fancy Face."
"You healed it."
"I've been taking some classes with Madame Pomfrey on the slide. One day, in D.A.D.A. Neville passed out and broke his nose. Well, I automatically covered his nose with a handkerchief, and helped him to the Hospital. When we got there, his nose had clotted up. Madame Pomfrey was a bit impressed, at the time I didn't really understand but she told me that his sort of fracture was severe, blood should have been gushing but I somehow slowed it. She told me that most mediwizards have a bit of built-in instinct, magic that just takes over when someone is hurt. So, since then she's been teaching me. About a year now."
"Wow."
"Now, what's wrong other than that?"
"Um, it's about us. Our relationship." He replied softly, avoiding the other boys scrutinizing looks.
"What do you mean? That fight way back? Well, geez, I know I've been acting a bit crazy about it but who wouldn't? I am sorry though, if that helps."
"It's not that, it's just-"
Ron interrupted him. "Sorry but I know it's your birthday and all so...." he went rummaging through his inner robe pockets and pulled out a small black box. "Here. Happy Birthday, Draco." Ron grinned.
Merlin, did Draco love that jocund-esque grinned, that sparkle of joy that shone in Ron's eyes. He couldn't go through with this. But he must..just not now.
Draco held the black box in his palm. "You didn't have to get me anything."
"I know. Open it."
Draco carefully opened the box and inside was a necklace. He pulled it out to see it was a silver Celtic cross; beautiful flourishes wove around the cross, like branches stemming from the arms and body, then, as if missing its warmth and nurture, they came back. A small snake twined itself up the cross.
"Oh, Ron." Draco sighed, weaving the link chain around his fingers as if were his rosary, palming the cross in his hands. "Thank you so much." He pulled Ron into a soft embrace.
"You're so welcome." Ron gratefully received the embrace, missing days like these, happy for now they could hold each other in each other's arms.
"Ron, why do you have to be so damn loving?" grumbled Draco, pushing Ron away slightly.
"What now?"
"We can't see each other anymore. So, here. Take this back." Draco reluctantly returned the cross.
"No. You're not supposed to return a gift. Now where the bloody hell did you get off just saying 'we can't see each other anymore'?" The red haired boy was starting to feel a little confusion or was it anger? Who knew, who cared?
The Slytherin stared at the boy, his eyes, his facial features harden. "I said what I said."
"Draco, please. Are you sure?"
"Draco? Don't you dare call me that! I am Malfoy to you. You are Weasley. It was so delightful, this tryst of ours, but did you really think it was going to last? If you did, you are more of a fool than I thought you were."
"What? You are simply off your rocker. What's really wrong?"
"Us. To think that a Weasley and a Malfoy could get along, get into a relationship."
"Come off your high horse. This is not you. That's Malfoy speaking. What happened to you?"
"I came to my senses to finally quit this whole thing. If you thought I cared about you, you were wrong. You were another fuck to me. This was all about sex. Get over it. I don't want anything else to do with you. And here, I really don't want this silver piece."
Ron stood there, contemplating whether to run and cry or punch the bastard in the face. "I knew it, you wanker. And keep it. Like I said, any somewhat respective person wouldn't turn down a gift after it's been given to them, though I forget whom I'm talking to. You are the fool here. I loved you, I still love you but for how long? I will probably be the only person to ever care for you. There will never be anyone after me. With an attitude, façade like that no one will ever love you in return. So, leave me, but at least I know that I'll have someone else to look forward to. Someone who will cherish me. At least I will know there will be a future with someone else or others. I'm probably you're last chance at happiness."
And with that Ron left to go to lunch, leaving a crushed Malfoy to lean against a wall. "I did this for you Ron. I hope you'll understand in the long run."
Ron: You should be! I know how much math is such an Achilles Heel for you.
Nov.02: Thanks Ron! I love you the mostest!
Ron: *giggles*
Harry: Hey!
Nov.02: You're my second favoritest!
Harry: *huggles*
Draco: I'm after him. *points to Har-bear*
Nov.02: No, you're not. I'm not fond of you right now. U as my muse...are really mean to me. I like HOW some portray you as either mean/brooding/suicidal type but.....you are just one cranky bitch.
Draco: *sneer* I love you too!
Nov.02: Weeeeeee! I heart you as well!
Harry: I think she's lost her marbles.
Nov.02: *starts dancing to the Unsolved Mysteries theme song playing on her video tape* *tap dancing*
Draco: U_U;
Harry and Ron: O.o
Ron: NE-way.....thanks ~*KC Matthews*~ how's UR story going? Nov kinda lost track.
Nov.02: Sowy.
Ron: THNX ~*mystic-flower*~ Our relationship is getting depressing.
Thank U ~*Snowdrop*~ I don't know why she does it. *asks Nov* Why do u do the things u do?
Nov.02: To have a bigger and more dramatic Epilogue!
Ron: THNX ~*SparkySparkles*~ Complicated is as complicated does.
Thank you ~*cihbecca*~ Ewww! Isn't it weird that Drake's dad liked my dad. Ewww!
THNX ~*Aloh Dark*~ No! I won't let him go without a fight! *pulls Draco near him and latches on*
Draco: O.o
Ron: Thanks ~*Tom Raven*~ It's not good to curse! LOL.....I do it and look at me. *still attached to Draco* U ask a lot a questions but Draco, would you hurt me so horribly as to terminate our relationship? *looks at screen* That is what you want to say basically?
Draco: No
Nov.02: Yes! Sowy Ron! I love you but.....it's gotta happen!
Ron: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Draco: That's my ear love.
Ron: Sowy! *kisses Draco's ear lobe* THNX ~*Sheena*~ Draco is greater. But I still think Harry is groovy!
Thanks ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ Hey girlie! How'd auditions go? Did u gets a part? U know you did! Where's the rest of the story?
Thank you ~*yoko*~ The beginning is good but as U read the author puts us through shite!
Thank U ~*Landell*~ We will never live happily ever after until she decides to be nice!
And thanks ~*Maleficent*~ Be happy it's snowing. Who said Harry will be getting shagged?
Harry: What? I'm finally going to get some?
Nov.02: Yup! Soon.just bide your time! Now go read and complain cuz THIS IS SADNESS!
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Chpt 23
Ron was getting ready to leave, to go eat with Hermione at lunch. But a few people who he hadn't spoken to appeared in front of him.
"Um, Ron? May we speak with you?" It was Dean accompanied by Neville and Seamus.
"Sure,"
"I'm so sorry for the way we acted."
Now that's was something he didn't hear too often nowadays.
"It's okay."
"No, it's not. I'm sorry for the way we acted but we weren't sure how to react. Most of the students here didn't know how to react. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor."
"A Weasley and a Malfoy." Added Seamus.
"A boy and a boy." Neville squeaked from behind Seamus. "I'm sorry as well."
"Me too. Don't take it too personal. It wasn't about you and Draco, I guess you call him that?"
"Yes," Ron smiled, "I do."
Seamus walked up to him, standing next to him. "Do you scream it?"
"Seamus." Dean reprimanded. "Sorry about that. He's a bit...curious is all. You know about the rumors and all."
Ron knew that was what they were fishing for. "Most of those rumors are false. Including the one about the professor and Head Boy."
"Oh. Well, it's nice to see you back here in the Tower." Neville laughed lightly. "We just wanted you to know you could feel safe sleeping here, you don't have to sleep somewhere else."
"It's fine. I was planning on doing that tonight, though."
"Oh, well. Now you don't have to fret." Said Seamus.
"But-"
Dean finished before Ron could get the thought out, "Harry will come around."
"I hope so. Thank you, guys."
"Welcome," they said in unison.
The newly re-formed group of friends headed for the portrait hole. "You can sit with the rest of us. It's been put to rest. A Gryffindor is happy, so we're all happy. Most of us." Neville explained.
"Really? Did you all have a meeting about this?" joked Ron.
"Yes. Last night. How'd you find out?"
"I guessed." But, as he reached the exit, a bundle of red caught his eye. Fred, George and Ginny. How lovely.
"What now? Do you know feel the need to ostracize me, now that I'm back? Fine, go a head." Ron sneered. Yes, these were his family members but he had to be on his guard.
"See, I knew he wouldn't go for this. I'm not wasting my breath on him. I'm going to lunch." Fred commented, briskly walking out the door.
"Don't you dare Frederick Vincent Weasley! He is our brother; you will not simply give up on this chance to settle things once and for all because he's upset. Be happy he hasn't punched you in the face!" argued Ginny.
Ron always loved her. She was one little spitfire. And she needed to be seeing as how she is the youngest and only female of the Weasley sibling clan. 'She said what she said and that's all that she said' they would say about Ginny. She spoke her mind and that was it, no anger, no resentment, just her speaking the facts and leaving you to figure them out for yourself. Or she'll kick you in the face. Whatever worked best.
So Fred turned back. "Virginia Fay Weasley, shut your face!"
"How dare you?! You git! I hope you go to lunch, eat a piece of bread and choke and die! Ain't karma a bitch?"
"Watch you mouth!" Ron exclaimed. He missed this petty arguing.
"Oh Ron! Shut up! I'm standing up for you!"
"I don't need you to. I can take care of myself!"
"Ronald Benjamin Weasley! Don't speak that way to your little sister!" piped Fred, moving over to her side, George watching on amused.
"You spoke that way to her."
"George Henry Weasley." George called out. All Weasley eyes stared at him. "Well, everyone was yelling everyone's names so, I yelled my name so it won't be left out."
"So," Fred spoke, choosing to ignore twin for the time being. "We're here to clear up this whole you and Malfoy-"
"Draco," Ron interrupted.
"-thing." Fred continued. "We see that he obviously means a lot to you. And we don't like him. We want you to know we could care less about you being gay but a Malfoy....come now."
"Well, he is sort of cute." Ginny sighed wistfully.
"He is." Ron encouraged.
"That's besides the point. He's been nothing but evil to us. To you. To everyone you know. Then, all of a sudden, here you are making out with him, on a table, in front of the whole school."
"He's not that bad. You just have to realize that was who he was groomed to be. He was brought up by his father to be a cold-hearted, judgmental, sadistic bastard who would be shrewd about his finances, business partners and partners to mate with."
"To mate with?" questioned George. "Now that's fucked up."
"It is. Draco told me once that his father had certain guidelines as to who would have the privilege to mate with a Malfoy. I'm certainly not apart of his criteria but women are just something to continue the lineage. I'm surprised his father hasn't resorted to incest to keep the Malfoys pure." Ron contorted his face in a horrible grimace.
His other siblings continued with his idea in facial scrutiny.
"I know. But that's Malfoy. A family of twisted riches and evil dreams. Now, Draco, the boy I know and love, he is wonderful. He's happy, he's funny, he's a bit shy and completely protective of me. He is truly a gentle soul. I wish you could just see past his name."
"That's why we're here: to get a better understanding of him." Ginny reasoned. She placed a comforting hand on her older brother's shoulder. She missed him. She knew that for Ron to fall for Malfoy there must be a Draco underneath.
"Do you love him?" asked George, finally jumping into the conversation.
"Yes,"
"Does he make you feel as if you are the whole world and he is the striving connoisseur of all that is worldly?"
"Yes,"
"Does he make you feel important? Does he make you find certain things inside yourself that you never would have, could have, found before him?"
"Yes, where are you going with this? It's wonderful and all but George, you always make fun of me."
"I'm trying to get to understand your relationship and to what you've told me he sounds like he's doing you one world of a favor. I guess, you're not going to leave him so I have to accept it." George smiled.
"He stole the words from my mouth." Ginny added. "But I can accept him!" Ginny hugged him. "I love you, big brother." She sighed into his shoulder.
"I love you too, Gin, George."
Fred looked at him. "I wanted to get angry. I wanted to yell but those traitors were all nice so....I guess I have to be as well. I can accept him but if he hurts you in anyway, shape or form, I'll kill him."
"Thank you. Now let's go to lunch."
The partial Weasley family headed out of the door. Ron couldn't be happier. He's friends accepted him, his family accepted him. They even accepted the fact that he was in a relationship with Draco. Could the world be any more perfect?
But of course, we all know the world is less than perfect.
As the group of redheads ambled down the hallway, a boy was leaning against the wall, a few feet from the entrance of Gryffindor Tower. Draco.
"Um, I guess we'll met you downstairs." Said Fred, noticing the Slytherin first.
"Thanks," Ron smiled.
As Ginny and George walked by, murmuring a quiet greeting, Ron gave the lounging student a silent kiss. It was a short kiss of affection, though Ron could feel the slight recoiling come from Draco.
"What's wrong?" wondered Ron, looking into those gently churning, swirling emotions called eyes. "Hold on. You're bleeding!"
Ron gingerly cupped the left side of Draco's face. With his thumb, he brushed the bruise, Draco wincing, sucking in his breath. It was hideous. Draco's lower lip was partially swollen, a bloody gash stemming from the middle of his lip and tapering off as it neared the small crevice where the two lips met. A small, obscene bruise surrounded the lip, a yellowish hue with a purple-black outline.
"What the bloody hell happened here?" Ron still probing the injury.
"I had a run-in with a longtime foe. Nothing too bad. I've received worse."
"God, Draco." Ron rubbed his hands together.
"What are you doing?"
"Warming my hands." Ron placed one warm hand over the lip and bruise, the other on the back of his head. "Cureo Machucado."
A burning tingling feeling flowed through Draco's cheek. It was soon replaced with the feeling of a cool feeling. A peppermint-y feeling that chilled the bruise.
"There's my Fancy Face."
"You healed it."
"I've been taking some classes with Madame Pomfrey on the slide. One day, in D.A.D.A. Neville passed out and broke his nose. Well, I automatically covered his nose with a handkerchief, and helped him to the Hospital. When we got there, his nose had clotted up. Madame Pomfrey was a bit impressed, at the time I didn't really understand but she told me that his sort of fracture was severe, blood should have been gushing but I somehow slowed it. She told me that most mediwizards have a bit of built-in instinct, magic that just takes over when someone is hurt. So, since then she's been teaching me. About a year now."
"Wow."
"Now, what's wrong other than that?"
"Um, it's about us. Our relationship." He replied softly, avoiding the other boys scrutinizing looks.
"What do you mean? That fight way back? Well, geez, I know I've been acting a bit crazy about it but who wouldn't? I am sorry though, if that helps."
"It's not that, it's just-"
Ron interrupted him. "Sorry but I know it's your birthday and all so...." he went rummaging through his inner robe pockets and pulled out a small black box. "Here. Happy Birthday, Draco." Ron grinned.
Merlin, did Draco love that jocund-esque grinned, that sparkle of joy that shone in Ron's eyes. He couldn't go through with this. But he must..just not now.
Draco held the black box in his palm. "You didn't have to get me anything."
"I know. Open it."
Draco carefully opened the box and inside was a necklace. He pulled it out to see it was a silver Celtic cross; beautiful flourishes wove around the cross, like branches stemming from the arms and body, then, as if missing its warmth and nurture, they came back. A small snake twined itself up the cross.
"Oh, Ron." Draco sighed, weaving the link chain around his fingers as if were his rosary, palming the cross in his hands. "Thank you so much." He pulled Ron into a soft embrace.
"You're so welcome." Ron gratefully received the embrace, missing days like these, happy for now they could hold each other in each other's arms.
"Ron, why do you have to be so damn loving?" grumbled Draco, pushing Ron away slightly.
"What now?"
"We can't see each other anymore. So, here. Take this back." Draco reluctantly returned the cross.
"No. You're not supposed to return a gift. Now where the bloody hell did you get off just saying 'we can't see each other anymore'?" The red haired boy was starting to feel a little confusion or was it anger? Who knew, who cared?
The Slytherin stared at the boy, his eyes, his facial features harden. "I said what I said."
"Draco, please. Are you sure?"
"Draco? Don't you dare call me that! I am Malfoy to you. You are Weasley. It was so delightful, this tryst of ours, but did you really think it was going to last? If you did, you are more of a fool than I thought you were."
"What? You are simply off your rocker. What's really wrong?"
"Us. To think that a Weasley and a Malfoy could get along, get into a relationship."
"Come off your high horse. This is not you. That's Malfoy speaking. What happened to you?"
"I came to my senses to finally quit this whole thing. If you thought I cared about you, you were wrong. You were another fuck to me. This was all about sex. Get over it. I don't want anything else to do with you. And here, I really don't want this silver piece."
Ron stood there, contemplating whether to run and cry or punch the bastard in the face. "I knew it, you wanker. And keep it. Like I said, any somewhat respective person wouldn't turn down a gift after it's been given to them, though I forget whom I'm talking to. You are the fool here. I loved you, I still love you but for how long? I will probably be the only person to ever care for you. There will never be anyone after me. With an attitude, façade like that no one will ever love you in return. So, leave me, but at least I know that I'll have someone else to look forward to. Someone who will cherish me. At least I will know there will be a future with someone else or others. I'm probably you're last chance at happiness."
And with that Ron left to go to lunch, leaving a crushed Malfoy to lean against a wall. "I did this for you Ron. I hope you'll understand in the long run."