Nov.02: I want to do disclaimer first and foremost! So here goes, I don't
own any of the poems in this chapter. They belong to Kay Elaine Ekwall and
Rebecca Walkins Randle. Okay....
Draco: That took you long enough! How long has it been?
Nov.02: *blushes sheepishly* About a month. So, how's the weather?
Ron: Don't change the subject! Why'd it take you soooooooo long?
Nov.02: *looks to Harry* You know it's been raining all this week! 1st sunny day today.
Harry: Huh-uh...why?
Nov.02: Well, geez! I've been busy, okay? With trig and all. Then studying 4 my permit, then I decided to change a lot about the ending to make it happier and now we gots like 7 chapters or less 'til the happy epilogue! But...um...poor Harry will now not be getting any.
Harry: *tear*
Nov.02: I'm sowy. I wanted him to but now with the changes, it wouldn't work out. But in my other story that I'll be working on after this is done, he gets plenty. It's a trilogy, the 1st in 'Innocence of the Heart', 'Deception of the Heart' is the one I'm on now and the end will be 'Redemption of the Heart'. But NE-who! Say thank-U's! I gots some creative juices flowing and I want to continue!
Draco: Don't rush me. I'm rather upset. You got me acting like- *Nov covers his mouth*
Nov.02: Say it and I'll kill you. That's going to ruin the whole thing!
Draco: LOLOL. Thank you ~*Draco's Worst Nightmare*~ Sup girlie? If your gonna change the name back that's kosher and she knows Ron's mid name is Arthur but she always thought that Ben fit him more.
Thanks ~*Suzanne*~ That's why she thanks peoples! To make them feel special! Cuz you guys are...That was corny but look who's my author. And how did the fair go?
Ron: I missed this job! LOLOLOL. THNX ~*reas-chen*~ U think were weird! *Tear* Well, I hope read the whole thing now. It's not that weird if you read the whole thing.
Draco! She called me weird!
Draco: *sigh* You're not Red.
Ron: Okie-dokie! Thanks ~*Maleficent*~ I love to hear about the weather. Did you read up there? It's been raining since Monday thru Fri. So sad it's been! *sings* Spring showers are in the air!
Thank U ~*KC Matthews*~ U can say that again! Look at Nov! But it'll be a happy ending! I read the newer version! It brings a tear to my eyes. Oh yeah! LOVE YOU LOTS!
Thanks ~*Sheena*~ Finally, the continuing has commenced!
Thank U ~*cihbecca*~ All I can say to that is: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!
THNX ~*Aloh Dark*~ Luvin' the story! Thanks 4 letting me use the idea! And Draco can be a sweetie!
Thanks ~*Snowdrop*~ U are SO close to the secret! It's kinda scary!
Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ Harry wasn't going to be but then he will be but the ending is happy 4 him as well.
And THNX ~*Draco's Secret Lover*~ It wasn't aspirin, as you will read, that he takes. Harry didn't write about it though. She even kinda already said the person's name who did it a LONG TIME ago.
Nov.02: Well, that's all folk. Read and be merry. Oh, and review!
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Chpt 25
Okay, he was going to do this. He was going to walk in, speak his mind, not take no for an answer and ravish him.
He stood outside his door for ten minutes, undecided. He knew what was going on. He knew that Draco was doing this to go against all that he felt. Ron loved Draco. That was it; whatever (more like his father) was hurting him, Ron would protect him. He had to prove to the blonde Slytherin that whatever was said to him, Ron could make it better, prove it better.
Draco was everything to Ron, why else would he still be with him if he didn't love him. So, he knocked. He knocked again. A shuffle of feet behind the door made Ron nervous. This was just Draco, Drake, his Fancy Face, so why was he suddenly stricken with apprehension and fear?
The doorknob turned and there stood his love. "Oh, hello." A glass of water in one hand, sweat speckled his forehead.
"Well, hello to you too. May I come in?"
"Yeah, sure....whatever pleases you." He said dismissingly.
Ron reluctantly walked inside. This place. This place was there little world; their room to get away from everything. And now it seemed that, though Draco let him in, Draco was running from him, getting away from him.
Ron cautiously stepped inside the room. School robes, vest, tie, socks and shoes and an unbuttoned shirt lay on the floor. Now why he didn't realize Draco standing shirtless in front of him, who knew?
"So, what brings you here? You want to rant about how I'll never be happy again?" he said sarcastically over his shoulder as he walked away from Ron.
"No, I wanted to apologize. I wanted to figure out why you decided to just up and leave me without a better reason than 'you're just another fuck' deal."
"Well," Draco to a welcoming swig of water, "what are you waiting for?" He plopped on the couch, water jumping up and out of the cup.
"For you to actually listen to me. Pay attention to me." Ron briskly walked over to the blonde, took the glass and sat it down. "Now, I want a straight reason as to why you decide to go off a break it off with me!"
Draco let out a small laugh. "Straight answers! You mean queer answers!" He chuckled louder, finding his rather small joke funny.
"Yeah, well, that was wonderful. Now, why did you do this?"
"I dunno." Another refreshing gulp of liquid purity.
"How did you get that bruise I healed?"
"I dunno." Draco's eyes seemed to dart around the room, foot propped on the table, moving about, in tune with his eyes.
"Draco? Draco, what the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Sweating, rapid, jittery movements. Didn't he study this once before?
"I dunno...?" he questioned. All gesticulations ceased and all still. What was going on with him? He seemed out of it. Actually, as Ron peered closer into grey eyes, he decided that Draco *was* out of it. His eyes seemed glazed over, mouth open, looking as if it were about to form another word but froze. The glass still in his hands.
The red head was worried. Did he slip into some catatonic state? Did he die? Did his father hurt him that bad, and often, to make he just zone out at times? Ron slapped Draco gently on the cheek.
"Wake up. Wake up." He chanted. His own personal mantra that *was* going to make his love wake.
A few more ginger hits and soon Draco snapped back to reality! Shattered pieces of glass were the physical evidence that something had gone awry.
"DAMMIT RON! I WAS FUCKING THIRSTY, IN NAFFING CONTROL, AND HERE YOU GO AND BREAK IT ALL!" hollered Draco.
"I'm- I'm sorry." He stuttered back. He never seen him this angry. And all over a simple glass of water.
"You should be." The blonde got up and walked around Ron, knocking into him. "All I wanted..." he mumbled as he began to walk off to the back.
"Draco, stop." The scared Gryffindor called. "You just walked on some glass. Your feet are bleeding."
Indignantly, Draco pulled his left foot up so he could inspect the blood, while crushing the shards deeper into the other, causing Ron to flinch in pain for him.
"Well, isn't that funny! You're right."
"Come here." Ron held a hand out for Draco. The Slytherin cautiously accepted it, hobbling over to him, to the couch.
Ron slipped into his "mediwizard mode" and sat on the table, his patient in the seat in front of him, the injured feet in his lap. The student riffled through his robe pockets and extracted a pair of tweezers, antiseptic towelettes and gauze.
"Damn you Gryffindors! Such prepared dorks." muttered Malfoy as he sat back and watched as Ron went to work on the injured foot.
Soon, Ron was wrapping the last foot. "There. Done. Now I want-"
"Geez. Do you want some candy?" Draco wondered aloud bouncing his foot energetically while still in Ron's lap.
"No....no thank you." Ron puffed, feeling some physical reaction to Draco's eagerness. "Could you please stop moving your feet? I have more important things to speak about."
"I don't understand why I have to....oh." He softly poked at the harden member with his foot. "So, you want me still? That's good to know."
"Yes, well-"
"Let's have sex!" Draco eyes were wide with impulse and anxiousness.
"No!"
"I wonder why I dated you. You don't seem too fun to me."
"Was it your father who forced you to stop seeing me? Was he the one who hit you?"
"Get out!" The blonde rose from his seat, limping away from the Weasley.
"What?"
"Goodbye!" Draco stormed off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Ron sat in shock. Draco was acting very strange. Getting upset over little things, moving about in short, choppy gestures. Ron laid his head in his hands. Where did this evening go wrong?
While staring down at his feet hopelessly, a black book caught his attention that was partially hidden under the couch. Seeing as how Draco probably won't come back for a few more minutes, he let his curiosity get the best of him.
Fingering the cool front lightly, he proceeded forward. Flipping through the pages, reading glimpses, he discovered that this was Draco's personal journal. Poems, and daily passages littered its pages. Ron stopped at on poem entitled 'Possibilities'.
~* The possibility exists.....
That in another time,
Another place......
We would be lovers.
Infinitesimal probabilities
Within an imagined universe.
Pretenses created in illusion
By our dreams and desires,
Of what we would wish to be.
In the realm of Neverland,
Completion of our search
Would culminate in
Finding the other......
Transcending eons of time,
Our hearts would intertwine
Bringing you to me, I to you.
Two wholes, combining.....
Into a nebula of creation,
Forming new galaxies,
New star systems....
New heavens.
Where all beings
Would be empowered....
By our Love. *~
"Wow." Slipped past his lips. That was a summer edition page. Maybe he was telling the truth when he said that he was in love with him months ago. He turned to November 18th, a few days after their first time.
~* Last Night
though it was mid-November,
it felt just like July.
the moon crept inside our souls
neglecting autumn's sky.
our laughter pierced the sultry air,
and echoed through the night.
midnight's dark and curious eyes,
were obscured from sight.
our bittersweet embrace,
held nocturnal power,
we condensed a hundred years of joy
into one last, desperate hour.
the sun oozed onto the horizon,
and spread omniscient rays,
our hearts, we carefully untangled
and went our separate ways. *~
"Dammit." Harshed out Ron. "I never knew." He told to no one. Draco was a serious soul. He was seriously head-over-heels in love with Ron and he didn't even know. All the days they wasted fighting, they could have been friends. But, now look where they were. Alone and miserable.
"You are my favorite subject to write about. You are my personified fire, light, love. Great material for poetry I must say."
Ron looked over to see Draco, in a T-shirt, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom. He seemed paler, calmer. Beaten and worn down. He knew that feeling. It seemed to be growing within him as he watched Draco fiddle with the hem of the crisp shirt.
"Then why?"
"My father. He told me to leave well enough alone. He said that all I would bring you was pain, pain he would prescribe to you. I couldn't allow that. I love you so much that I'd rather be without you as long as I knew you were happy, safe.
"I showed what would come, the feelings of pure dread, that was to come if I continued this relationship. It was....I'd rather not even speak it. But then there was hope. This one thing that was to keep you out of harms way. Potter. He was the key, answer, the one thing to insure you. Now go, be with your friends, hate me again. Go to the 3rd Task tomorrow and cheer on your fallen hero. I am through."
The depression radiated off of him. Ron could feel the immense waves of melancholy pound into him as he took in the situation. So- just leave, he told himself, just leave before you say something more that will hurt you both more so than now.
And so he did.
Draco: That took you long enough! How long has it been?
Nov.02: *blushes sheepishly* About a month. So, how's the weather?
Ron: Don't change the subject! Why'd it take you soooooooo long?
Nov.02: *looks to Harry* You know it's been raining all this week! 1st sunny day today.
Harry: Huh-uh...why?
Nov.02: Well, geez! I've been busy, okay? With trig and all. Then studying 4 my permit, then I decided to change a lot about the ending to make it happier and now we gots like 7 chapters or less 'til the happy epilogue! But...um...poor Harry will now not be getting any.
Harry: *tear*
Nov.02: I'm sowy. I wanted him to but now with the changes, it wouldn't work out. But in my other story that I'll be working on after this is done, he gets plenty. It's a trilogy, the 1st in 'Innocence of the Heart', 'Deception of the Heart' is the one I'm on now and the end will be 'Redemption of the Heart'. But NE-who! Say thank-U's! I gots some creative juices flowing and I want to continue!
Draco: Don't rush me. I'm rather upset. You got me acting like- *Nov covers his mouth*
Nov.02: Say it and I'll kill you. That's going to ruin the whole thing!
Draco: LOLOL. Thank you ~*Draco's Worst Nightmare*~ Sup girlie? If your gonna change the name back that's kosher and she knows Ron's mid name is Arthur but she always thought that Ben fit him more.
Thanks ~*Suzanne*~ That's why she thanks peoples! To make them feel special! Cuz you guys are...That was corny but look who's my author. And how did the fair go?
Ron: I missed this job! LOLOLOL. THNX ~*reas-chen*~ U think were weird! *Tear* Well, I hope read the whole thing now. It's not that weird if you read the whole thing.
Draco! She called me weird!
Draco: *sigh* You're not Red.
Ron: Okie-dokie! Thanks ~*Maleficent*~ I love to hear about the weather. Did you read up there? It's been raining since Monday thru Fri. So sad it's been! *sings* Spring showers are in the air!
Thank U ~*KC Matthews*~ U can say that again! Look at Nov! But it'll be a happy ending! I read the newer version! It brings a tear to my eyes. Oh yeah! LOVE YOU LOTS!
Thanks ~*Sheena*~ Finally, the continuing has commenced!
Thank U ~*cihbecca*~ All I can say to that is: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!
THNX ~*Aloh Dark*~ Luvin' the story! Thanks 4 letting me use the idea! And Draco can be a sweetie!
Thanks ~*Snowdrop*~ U are SO close to the secret! It's kinda scary!
Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ Harry wasn't going to be but then he will be but the ending is happy 4 him as well.
And THNX ~*Draco's Secret Lover*~ It wasn't aspirin, as you will read, that he takes. Harry didn't write about it though. She even kinda already said the person's name who did it a LONG TIME ago.
Nov.02: Well, that's all folk. Read and be merry. Oh, and review!
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Chpt 25
Okay, he was going to do this. He was going to walk in, speak his mind, not take no for an answer and ravish him.
He stood outside his door for ten minutes, undecided. He knew what was going on. He knew that Draco was doing this to go against all that he felt. Ron loved Draco. That was it; whatever (more like his father) was hurting him, Ron would protect him. He had to prove to the blonde Slytherin that whatever was said to him, Ron could make it better, prove it better.
Draco was everything to Ron, why else would he still be with him if he didn't love him. So, he knocked. He knocked again. A shuffle of feet behind the door made Ron nervous. This was just Draco, Drake, his Fancy Face, so why was he suddenly stricken with apprehension and fear?
The doorknob turned and there stood his love. "Oh, hello." A glass of water in one hand, sweat speckled his forehead.
"Well, hello to you too. May I come in?"
"Yeah, sure....whatever pleases you." He said dismissingly.
Ron reluctantly walked inside. This place. This place was there little world; their room to get away from everything. And now it seemed that, though Draco let him in, Draco was running from him, getting away from him.
Ron cautiously stepped inside the room. School robes, vest, tie, socks and shoes and an unbuttoned shirt lay on the floor. Now why he didn't realize Draco standing shirtless in front of him, who knew?
"So, what brings you here? You want to rant about how I'll never be happy again?" he said sarcastically over his shoulder as he walked away from Ron.
"No, I wanted to apologize. I wanted to figure out why you decided to just up and leave me without a better reason than 'you're just another fuck' deal."
"Well," Draco to a welcoming swig of water, "what are you waiting for?" He plopped on the couch, water jumping up and out of the cup.
"For you to actually listen to me. Pay attention to me." Ron briskly walked over to the blonde, took the glass and sat it down. "Now, I want a straight reason as to why you decide to go off a break it off with me!"
Draco let out a small laugh. "Straight answers! You mean queer answers!" He chuckled louder, finding his rather small joke funny.
"Yeah, well, that was wonderful. Now, why did you do this?"
"I dunno." Another refreshing gulp of liquid purity.
"How did you get that bruise I healed?"
"I dunno." Draco's eyes seemed to dart around the room, foot propped on the table, moving about, in tune with his eyes.
"Draco? Draco, what the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Sweating, rapid, jittery movements. Didn't he study this once before?
"I dunno...?" he questioned. All gesticulations ceased and all still. What was going on with him? He seemed out of it. Actually, as Ron peered closer into grey eyes, he decided that Draco *was* out of it. His eyes seemed glazed over, mouth open, looking as if it were about to form another word but froze. The glass still in his hands.
The red head was worried. Did he slip into some catatonic state? Did he die? Did his father hurt him that bad, and often, to make he just zone out at times? Ron slapped Draco gently on the cheek.
"Wake up. Wake up." He chanted. His own personal mantra that *was* going to make his love wake.
A few more ginger hits and soon Draco snapped back to reality! Shattered pieces of glass were the physical evidence that something had gone awry.
"DAMMIT RON! I WAS FUCKING THIRSTY, IN NAFFING CONTROL, AND HERE YOU GO AND BREAK IT ALL!" hollered Draco.
"I'm- I'm sorry." He stuttered back. He never seen him this angry. And all over a simple glass of water.
"You should be." The blonde got up and walked around Ron, knocking into him. "All I wanted..." he mumbled as he began to walk off to the back.
"Draco, stop." The scared Gryffindor called. "You just walked on some glass. Your feet are bleeding."
Indignantly, Draco pulled his left foot up so he could inspect the blood, while crushing the shards deeper into the other, causing Ron to flinch in pain for him.
"Well, isn't that funny! You're right."
"Come here." Ron held a hand out for Draco. The Slytherin cautiously accepted it, hobbling over to him, to the couch.
Ron slipped into his "mediwizard mode" and sat on the table, his patient in the seat in front of him, the injured feet in his lap. The student riffled through his robe pockets and extracted a pair of tweezers, antiseptic towelettes and gauze.
"Damn you Gryffindors! Such prepared dorks." muttered Malfoy as he sat back and watched as Ron went to work on the injured foot.
Soon, Ron was wrapping the last foot. "There. Done. Now I want-"
"Geez. Do you want some candy?" Draco wondered aloud bouncing his foot energetically while still in Ron's lap.
"No....no thank you." Ron puffed, feeling some physical reaction to Draco's eagerness. "Could you please stop moving your feet? I have more important things to speak about."
"I don't understand why I have to....oh." He softly poked at the harden member with his foot. "So, you want me still? That's good to know."
"Yes, well-"
"Let's have sex!" Draco eyes were wide with impulse and anxiousness.
"No!"
"I wonder why I dated you. You don't seem too fun to me."
"Was it your father who forced you to stop seeing me? Was he the one who hit you?"
"Get out!" The blonde rose from his seat, limping away from the Weasley.
"What?"
"Goodbye!" Draco stormed off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Ron sat in shock. Draco was acting very strange. Getting upset over little things, moving about in short, choppy gestures. Ron laid his head in his hands. Where did this evening go wrong?
While staring down at his feet hopelessly, a black book caught his attention that was partially hidden under the couch. Seeing as how Draco probably won't come back for a few more minutes, he let his curiosity get the best of him.
Fingering the cool front lightly, he proceeded forward. Flipping through the pages, reading glimpses, he discovered that this was Draco's personal journal. Poems, and daily passages littered its pages. Ron stopped at on poem entitled 'Possibilities'.
~* The possibility exists.....
That in another time,
Another place......
We would be lovers.
Infinitesimal probabilities
Within an imagined universe.
Pretenses created in illusion
By our dreams and desires,
Of what we would wish to be.
In the realm of Neverland,
Completion of our search
Would culminate in
Finding the other......
Transcending eons of time,
Our hearts would intertwine
Bringing you to me, I to you.
Two wholes, combining.....
Into a nebula of creation,
Forming new galaxies,
New star systems....
New heavens.
Where all beings
Would be empowered....
By our Love. *~
"Wow." Slipped past his lips. That was a summer edition page. Maybe he was telling the truth when he said that he was in love with him months ago. He turned to November 18th, a few days after their first time.
~* Last Night
though it was mid-November,
it felt just like July.
the moon crept inside our souls
neglecting autumn's sky.
our laughter pierced the sultry air,
and echoed through the night.
midnight's dark and curious eyes,
were obscured from sight.
our bittersweet embrace,
held nocturnal power,
we condensed a hundred years of joy
into one last, desperate hour.
the sun oozed onto the horizon,
and spread omniscient rays,
our hearts, we carefully untangled
and went our separate ways. *~
"Dammit." Harshed out Ron. "I never knew." He told to no one. Draco was a serious soul. He was seriously head-over-heels in love with Ron and he didn't even know. All the days they wasted fighting, they could have been friends. But, now look where they were. Alone and miserable.
"You are my favorite subject to write about. You are my personified fire, light, love. Great material for poetry I must say."
Ron looked over to see Draco, in a T-shirt, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom. He seemed paler, calmer. Beaten and worn down. He knew that feeling. It seemed to be growing within him as he watched Draco fiddle with the hem of the crisp shirt.
"Then why?"
"My father. He told me to leave well enough alone. He said that all I would bring you was pain, pain he would prescribe to you. I couldn't allow that. I love you so much that I'd rather be without you as long as I knew you were happy, safe.
"I showed what would come, the feelings of pure dread, that was to come if I continued this relationship. It was....I'd rather not even speak it. But then there was hope. This one thing that was to keep you out of harms way. Potter. He was the key, answer, the one thing to insure you. Now go, be with your friends, hate me again. Go to the 3rd Task tomorrow and cheer on your fallen hero. I am through."
The depression radiated off of him. Ron could feel the immense waves of melancholy pound into him as he took in the situation. So- just leave, he told himself, just leave before you say something more that will hurt you both more so than now.
And so he did.