Title: Unparalleled.
Disclaimer: Dont own the boys, dont own the books, dont own the magic. Own the slash, own the confusing ideas, dont..however.. own one thing related to Harry Potter or J.K. Rowling
Author's Note: This is all from RON. The (sentences inside) are his thoughts as he fades away, the normal sentences are what is happening outside his body.




Unparalleled



Silvery blonde hair, brushed away from his face.

(Nothing seems right anymore)

Gray eyes, scanning my body for any imperfection he can find.

(Im never good enough.)

Pursed lips, pressed together tightly in a superior scowl.

(I remember when they pursed for another reason.)

Pale fingers, wrapped around her hand.

(Does she know, does she? )

Backs turned, hissing remarks as they walk away.

(No, no one knows and when I die, I'll take it with me. Our secret. )

Darkened halls, an unsure glance.

(No one will ever understand.)

A rehearsed excuse muttered through his pink lips.

(Ron Weasley, have feelings for Draco Malfoy? Thats rubbish.)

He feels like his chest might explode, something he'll never understand as he doubles back my way.

(Draco Malfoy, care in the least about his feelings? That wont happen. )

Searching the abandoned halls, having seen the determination and anger.

(Gossip will flood like a raging river, taking down any in it's path.)

He'll be too late.

(Will he tell them the truth, or laugh in the face of those who might actually dare to question. )

Pushing his way into the lavatory, past the heavy door.

(He's always laughed at me. Even when he kissed me.)

He kneels, shaking in fear.

(There was a time, I thought I could laugh too.)

He whispers words but I feel like I'm underwater. Its all an echo, distant and small.

(I was wrong.)

He cries.

(I die beneath him. Beneath his hands, his tears, his apologies.)

He reaches out for me, his fingers grazing my skin. Things have begun to spin, I feel like I'm traveling by floo powder. I cant see him any longer, I cant hear his words, his touch is fading. Its getting dark.

(I've always been beneath him. Socially, economically, mentally)

He is alone now, in every way I ever felt alone. For the first time, we are on even ground.