Nov.02: I'm keeping this short. The rest of the chappie might be this
length since I've spent all my creative juices on the 20 page Epilogue
so...
Thanks ~*Snowdrop*~ You are sooooo close! You said it! I'll tell you this: Draco is not addicted to sugar or sugar byproducts.
Thank you ~*KC Matthews*~ Pansy is an arse-head! But whatcha gonna do?
THNX ~*Maleficent*~ This is a late reply to the Harry take-age but go for it!
Thanks ~*suzanne*~ I'm the dork! I say that too!
Thank U ~*jam me*~ They will be happy!
Thanks ~*ztotart21*~ That includes the others with you! This is not the end! Almost though!
Thank U ~*Aloh Dark*~ LOL! Long time no see! How's all of you? LOVE YOUR STORY!
Thanks ~*Draco's Worst Nightmare*~ I know it! I'm sowy I took so long! Drake's not addicted to sug but read Snowdrop's review and what I said earlier and try and figure it out!
And Thank You ~*beauty*~ Of course Lucius know! He knows all!
Now read and be merry! There is probably lots of misspellings....sowy!
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Chpt 27
Summer sunshine shone through the top story window, waking Ron. Another day reared its ugly day. Ron desperately tried to go back to sleep but it was rather hard to accomplish this with a raven-haired boy tangled up in his bed. Harry had yet another episode last night and Ron graciously let him sleep in his bed. After the two had a sincere talk about the two of them and their relationship status: friendship.
Soon, he realized that he wouldn't be going back to sleep so he disentangled himself from the sheets and walked over to the desk that was placed in front of his window. The great view he had was the only positive thing he had now. He had been sending letters to Draco all of summer, about 2 months, and he hadn't received a response yet. He hoped that his father hadn't done anything to him. He hoped he didn't freeze over in this heat. He knew he just might with Harry here.
Harry was helping but he just had this feeling that Harry was up to something; as if he still hadn't given up on capturing him for his own pleasures.
Draco. Now that's what he needs. He needed the shy reassurance, the arrogance to set him straight. Not Harry, not his family, not Hermione. No one could heal his pain of rejection.
No need to dwell on that. The sun cast a pink shadow over the world as it began to settle into its morning position. He wished Draco would reply; he wanted to see his writing, smell his scent. Maybe even fall into a fantasy- web inscribe. To see Draco, though in dreamscape, was all he needed. To touch him, to have him in him.....heart and other. He would be much happier with just taking him out to his backyard, be held by Draco under his favorite Weeping Willow, talking the day away.
But that was not to be.
So, that is why he waits at the window. Hoping for that by chance reply. Maybe he'll write back today, maybe he's show up. Maybe Ron would stop being the fool and realize Draco is playing him. At first he thought that Errol and his age had prevented him to keep up the flights and the letters. It's possible that the letters were scatter along the countryside. But he highly doubted that scenario.
He heard some rustling, a yawn. He's up.
Ron never turned around, hearing Harry's footsteps. Harry came up behind him, he placed his hands on his friend's shoulder. "He'll write soon."
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Silver and gold and blood and powder. Silver tears, golden dreams, bloodstained sheets and powdered pills of high.
His new room, black. Black walls, black-wood floors and furniture, black sheets. To match his blacken heart. It had only been about a month and a half and already he had upped his dosage to one every 10 hours, not good for him. He needed to hear from Ron. His only spark of color. He'd been writing but he got no responses. Not true responses. Ron would write back but they were short, hostile. He acted as if he never got the letters yet here he was, writing back to him.
What he needed right now was a nice, gentle letter, telling him of his love. Telling him how much he missed him. Maybe even an inscribed fantasy- web.
Draco yearned for Ron and Ron seemingly was beginning to let his hate consume him. The other way around, who would have thought.
"Drake," a voice moaned from his bed.
"Sebastian." He answered, wiping away the sweat on his brow.
"Come back to me." The hazel-haired wizard purred.
"No," Draco walked up to him. "Please leave. Now."
He say on the bed, not moving as the man collected his clothes. His dealer was a needy little bitch but so was he. Sebastian needed the fuck and Draco needed the drug. It worked out fine by him. But he knew it was all a massive mistake. He knew it was cheating but his father convinced him otherwise. A few blows to the head will do that to a person.
When the shady dealer was gone, Draco sat down at his desk, Errol was here to drop off another depressing letter. The poor creature...Draco had set up a small sanctuary for the bird. He actually loved that damned thing. He gently cradled the animal, gingerly placing it on its special cushion.
Draco, then, took the letter, unraveled the parchment and read:
// My dearest and most beloved Draco,
I'm done. You haven't written back. You'll receive no more letters from me. If you do decided to write, finally, I would graciously welcome it. But until then, I won't be the fool and chase after you. I hope to see you at Diagon Alley. I love you still.
Ron //
Damn. Back he went to his window to stare down at the valley, the village and Ron's house. He was rather tickled to know that he was less than 10 miles away from Ron, perched on a hill. That he could easy visit him. To know that he's watching Ron and Ron didn't even know.
Thanks ~*Snowdrop*~ You are sooooo close! You said it! I'll tell you this: Draco is not addicted to sugar or sugar byproducts.
Thank you ~*KC Matthews*~ Pansy is an arse-head! But whatcha gonna do?
THNX ~*Maleficent*~ This is a late reply to the Harry take-age but go for it!
Thanks ~*suzanne*~ I'm the dork! I say that too!
Thank U ~*jam me*~ They will be happy!
Thanks ~*ztotart21*~ That includes the others with you! This is not the end! Almost though!
Thank U ~*Aloh Dark*~ LOL! Long time no see! How's all of you? LOVE YOUR STORY!
Thanks ~*Draco's Worst Nightmare*~ I know it! I'm sowy I took so long! Drake's not addicted to sug but read Snowdrop's review and what I said earlier and try and figure it out!
And Thank You ~*beauty*~ Of course Lucius know! He knows all!
Now read and be merry! There is probably lots of misspellings....sowy!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chpt 27
Summer sunshine shone through the top story window, waking Ron. Another day reared its ugly day. Ron desperately tried to go back to sleep but it was rather hard to accomplish this with a raven-haired boy tangled up in his bed. Harry had yet another episode last night and Ron graciously let him sleep in his bed. After the two had a sincere talk about the two of them and their relationship status: friendship.
Soon, he realized that he wouldn't be going back to sleep so he disentangled himself from the sheets and walked over to the desk that was placed in front of his window. The great view he had was the only positive thing he had now. He had been sending letters to Draco all of summer, about 2 months, and he hadn't received a response yet. He hoped that his father hadn't done anything to him. He hoped he didn't freeze over in this heat. He knew he just might with Harry here.
Harry was helping but he just had this feeling that Harry was up to something; as if he still hadn't given up on capturing him for his own pleasures.
Draco. Now that's what he needs. He needed the shy reassurance, the arrogance to set him straight. Not Harry, not his family, not Hermione. No one could heal his pain of rejection.
No need to dwell on that. The sun cast a pink shadow over the world as it began to settle into its morning position. He wished Draco would reply; he wanted to see his writing, smell his scent. Maybe even fall into a fantasy- web inscribe. To see Draco, though in dreamscape, was all he needed. To touch him, to have him in him.....heart and other. He would be much happier with just taking him out to his backyard, be held by Draco under his favorite Weeping Willow, talking the day away.
But that was not to be.
So, that is why he waits at the window. Hoping for that by chance reply. Maybe he'll write back today, maybe he's show up. Maybe Ron would stop being the fool and realize Draco is playing him. At first he thought that Errol and his age had prevented him to keep up the flights and the letters. It's possible that the letters were scatter along the countryside. But he highly doubted that scenario.
He heard some rustling, a yawn. He's up.
Ron never turned around, hearing Harry's footsteps. Harry came up behind him, he placed his hands on his friend's shoulder. "He'll write soon."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Silver and gold and blood and powder. Silver tears, golden dreams, bloodstained sheets and powdered pills of high.
His new room, black. Black walls, black-wood floors and furniture, black sheets. To match his blacken heart. It had only been about a month and a half and already he had upped his dosage to one every 10 hours, not good for him. He needed to hear from Ron. His only spark of color. He'd been writing but he got no responses. Not true responses. Ron would write back but they were short, hostile. He acted as if he never got the letters yet here he was, writing back to him.
What he needed right now was a nice, gentle letter, telling him of his love. Telling him how much he missed him. Maybe even an inscribed fantasy- web.
Draco yearned for Ron and Ron seemingly was beginning to let his hate consume him. The other way around, who would have thought.
"Drake," a voice moaned from his bed.
"Sebastian." He answered, wiping away the sweat on his brow.
"Come back to me." The hazel-haired wizard purred.
"No," Draco walked up to him. "Please leave. Now."
He say on the bed, not moving as the man collected his clothes. His dealer was a needy little bitch but so was he. Sebastian needed the fuck and Draco needed the drug. It worked out fine by him. But he knew it was all a massive mistake. He knew it was cheating but his father convinced him otherwise. A few blows to the head will do that to a person.
When the shady dealer was gone, Draco sat down at his desk, Errol was here to drop off another depressing letter. The poor creature...Draco had set up a small sanctuary for the bird. He actually loved that damned thing. He gently cradled the animal, gingerly placing it on its special cushion.
Draco, then, took the letter, unraveled the parchment and read:
// My dearest and most beloved Draco,
I'm done. You haven't written back. You'll receive no more letters from me. If you do decided to write, finally, I would graciously welcome it. But until then, I won't be the fool and chase after you. I hope to see you at Diagon Alley. I love you still.
Ron //
Damn. Back he went to his window to stare down at the valley, the village and Ron's house. He was rather tickled to know that he was less than 10 miles away from Ron, perched on a hill. That he could easy visit him. To know that he's watching Ron and Ron didn't even know.