CHAPTER 3
Disclaimer: These characters are sadly not mine.
Author's note: This story would not be so good (I hope) if it wasn't for my wonderful beta readers, Talia and Cathy.
Harry walked towards the library, the place where they usually met. Looking around, he smiled as he saw Draco waiting in the unused part of the library.
"Hello Potter."
As they kissed, the two boys put their arms around each other, and closed their eyes. 'Heaven,' Harry thought.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted their passionate moment. "I-I what? Harry?" The bewildered boy turned and ran as fast as he could out of the library.
Ron's pillow was drenched than tears. Why would anyone choose their worst enemy over their best friend?
They wouldn't.
There must be a reason for this; there must be something he's not telling me. He was cruel to do this to me. I loved Harry Potter, and I didn't care who knew it.
Maybe I was just stupid. Maybe Harry just thought of me as just some sidekick who helped him out occasionally. I had to get to the bottom of this.
"It's simple, Ron. A love potion. I bet that the only way Malfoy could get Harry to love him would be a potion."
A look of realisation crossed the boy's face. He felt somewhat relieved that his friend didn't love Malfoy, well, he didn't choose to . "How can the spell be broken, can it be?" Hermione paused for a moment.
"I-I don't know, Ron."
"Well, find out!"
Ron stormed off in a jealous rage. It was so typical of Malfoy to stoop so low to get what he wanted. It was not so typical of him to be in love with Harry. But he was very much in love with Harry. So much in love. Each day that passed brought no news concerning the spell, and how to break it. Each day Ron tried his best to act normal around Harry and Malfoy, except for the time in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"What did you get for number eight Ron?"
"A binding spell."
"Thanks Ron!"
Ron nodded his head in acknowledgement. Harry got up from his seat, picked up his things and turned to leave.
"Where are you going Harry?"
"Um, nowhere, just, um."
"Going to see Draco?"
The two boys stopped. It took a moment for Harry to realise what he had just said.
"Um, I have to. um go."
Harry hurried out of the room, leaving Ron alone in the room. What had he done? Things were getting serious. The spell had to be broken. Just at the right time, Hermione entered the common room and sat down, as if defeated.
"Did you find out about the spell, Hermione?"
Hermione paused. "Ron, I'm sorry. I just couldn't find anything. I don't think."
The boy sat down, put his hands to his head and began to cry. His concerned friend went to put her arms around him, but was pushed away and told to leave. Ron was in despair. Ron entered the bathroom, unaware of where he was what he was doing or the last time he slept. So tired. His reflection in the mirror revealed a boy he did not recognise. A skeleton.
His face pale and gaunt, bloodshot eyes and sunken cheeks. So hungry.
Ron no longer had control of his movements; his body simply functioned using the tiny amount of energy he had left. Ron couldn't help himself, no one could help him now.
Staggering, the red-haired boy stumbled into the shower, unaware of the temperature of the water or if he was still wearing his clothes. Finally, the last ounce of energy drained him, and he sunk to the bottom of the shower.
There was a sharp, loud noise as the glass shower-door shattered into a thousand pieces, stabbing Ron all over. Shards of glass pierced his skin, and small trickles of blood oozed out of forming a large puddle of blood mixed with water, still pouring out of Ron's broken body.
All was silent, except for the splatter of water that was constantly pounding his body. Suddenly, the silence was broken when the doors swung open, and Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway. The boy ran to the shower, and his heart skipped a beat when he realised that the boy was Ron. Draco gasped as he shot back his hand. The water was boiling. The boy stood in the bathroom in panic as he tried to think what to do. Reluctantly, the boy left the room in search of help.
Draco ran down the seemingly endless hall, his mind racing. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes and his legs could barely function. Just around the corner, someone appeared, and started to rush towards him. It was Harry.
"Oh my God, Harry please. come"
A look of confusion crossed his face.
"What is it Draco?"
He just couldn't bring himself to tell Ron's best friend what had happened.
"It's bad, Harry. Really bad."
"Just tell me, it's not like I haven't had my share of bad times."
"Come with me Harry."
Draco took his partner's hand and they dashed into the bathroom. As soon as Harry saw the state of his best friend, he thumped the wall, and slid to the floor. By now blood had caked the side of his stomach, and his skin was a ghostly white. Draco broke the deathly silence.
"Help. Going to get help."
To be continued*
*only if you people review! Come on. you know you want to
Disclaimer: These characters are sadly not mine.
Author's note: This story would not be so good (I hope) if it wasn't for my wonderful beta readers, Talia and Cathy.
Harry walked towards the library, the place where they usually met. Looking around, he smiled as he saw Draco waiting in the unused part of the library.
"Hello Potter."
As they kissed, the two boys put their arms around each other, and closed their eyes. 'Heaven,' Harry thought.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted their passionate moment. "I-I what? Harry?" The bewildered boy turned and ran as fast as he could out of the library.
Ron's pillow was drenched than tears. Why would anyone choose their worst enemy over their best friend?
They wouldn't.
There must be a reason for this; there must be something he's not telling me. He was cruel to do this to me. I loved Harry Potter, and I didn't care who knew it.
Maybe I was just stupid. Maybe Harry just thought of me as just some sidekick who helped him out occasionally. I had to get to the bottom of this.
"It's simple, Ron. A love potion. I bet that the only way Malfoy could get Harry to love him would be a potion."
A look of realisation crossed the boy's face. He felt somewhat relieved that his friend didn't love Malfoy, well, he didn't choose to . "How can the spell be broken, can it be?" Hermione paused for a moment.
"I-I don't know, Ron."
"Well, find out!"
Ron stormed off in a jealous rage. It was so typical of Malfoy to stoop so low to get what he wanted. It was not so typical of him to be in love with Harry. But he was very much in love with Harry. So much in love. Each day that passed brought no news concerning the spell, and how to break it. Each day Ron tried his best to act normal around Harry and Malfoy, except for the time in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"What did you get for number eight Ron?"
"A binding spell."
"Thanks Ron!"
Ron nodded his head in acknowledgement. Harry got up from his seat, picked up his things and turned to leave.
"Where are you going Harry?"
"Um, nowhere, just, um."
"Going to see Draco?"
The two boys stopped. It took a moment for Harry to realise what he had just said.
"Um, I have to. um go."
Harry hurried out of the room, leaving Ron alone in the room. What had he done? Things were getting serious. The spell had to be broken. Just at the right time, Hermione entered the common room and sat down, as if defeated.
"Did you find out about the spell, Hermione?"
Hermione paused. "Ron, I'm sorry. I just couldn't find anything. I don't think."
The boy sat down, put his hands to his head and began to cry. His concerned friend went to put her arms around him, but was pushed away and told to leave. Ron was in despair. Ron entered the bathroom, unaware of where he was what he was doing or the last time he slept. So tired. His reflection in the mirror revealed a boy he did not recognise. A skeleton.
His face pale and gaunt, bloodshot eyes and sunken cheeks. So hungry.
Ron no longer had control of his movements; his body simply functioned using the tiny amount of energy he had left. Ron couldn't help himself, no one could help him now.
Staggering, the red-haired boy stumbled into the shower, unaware of the temperature of the water or if he was still wearing his clothes. Finally, the last ounce of energy drained him, and he sunk to the bottom of the shower.
There was a sharp, loud noise as the glass shower-door shattered into a thousand pieces, stabbing Ron all over. Shards of glass pierced his skin, and small trickles of blood oozed out of forming a large puddle of blood mixed with water, still pouring out of Ron's broken body.
All was silent, except for the splatter of water that was constantly pounding his body. Suddenly, the silence was broken when the doors swung open, and Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway. The boy ran to the shower, and his heart skipped a beat when he realised that the boy was Ron. Draco gasped as he shot back his hand. The water was boiling. The boy stood in the bathroom in panic as he tried to think what to do. Reluctantly, the boy left the room in search of help.
Draco ran down the seemingly endless hall, his mind racing. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes and his legs could barely function. Just around the corner, someone appeared, and started to rush towards him. It was Harry.
"Oh my God, Harry please. come"
A look of confusion crossed his face.
"What is it Draco?"
He just couldn't bring himself to tell Ron's best friend what had happened.
"It's bad, Harry. Really bad."
"Just tell me, it's not like I haven't had my share of bad times."
"Come with me Harry."
Draco took his partner's hand and they dashed into the bathroom. As soon as Harry saw the state of his best friend, he thumped the wall, and slid to the floor. By now blood had caked the side of his stomach, and his skin was a ghostly white. Draco broke the deathly silence.
"Help. Going to get help."
To be continued*
*only if you people review! Come on. you know you want to