Nov.02: This chapter is short and sweet. I find that after all this work
load is finished, I can't possible write long chapters..I'll try to keep
them longer than this but be happy w/ what you have. I SURVIVED HURRICANE
ISABEL!!! Some trees blew down but nothing major. Haven't been in school in
4 days and none tomorrow so I'm actually gonna have time to write tomorrow!
YAYAYAY!
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Chpt 4
It was the day of reckoning. The day that Ron was leaving. Draco refused to get out of bed, to help Ron finish his packing, to acknowledge that he was really leaving him.
"Come on. I have to go."
"No, I'm taking a stand. I don't want you to leave, so I'm not going to partake in your activities that end with your departure." He instructed, sitting up in bed.
"Come on. Fine, be that way. I'm leaving with or without your good-bye." Ron stormed down the stairs, tired of Draco's immature behavior.
Why must he always through miniature tantrums when he left? He always returned home.
As he was about to open the door to leave the house, a nagging voice interrupted him.
"Go back upstairs and settle this. Don't leave on such bad terms."
"I hate you Oliver." Ron turned round to see the ex-Quidditch player sitting on the couch.
"You know I'm right. I'll be outside, waiting."
Oliver was coming along on the trip since he had decided to change his career to the wide world of medicine. Ron had convinced him to become what the magical world's equivalence to a Muggle Nurse Practitioner and being the gracious mediwizard that he was, he took the new medicinal occupant under his wing, determined to give Oliver a good chance to do what he wanted to do.
Ron headed back in the direction of his room to only find Draco standing on the stairs, looking as sulky as a child who had lost their favorite toy broom.
"I didn't want to part on bad terms." He whispered. The blonde slowly made his way down the staircase, never glancing in Ron's general area.
"Honey, you know I'm coming back soon."
"I know." Squeaked out the older man. "I know....but that still doesn't make it any better. You just came back from one and now you're on another business trip. What if something happens to you? What if you splinch or what if....I don't know! What if you are walking down the street and next thing you know you get bitten by some radioactive star and become a superhero like the Chin in that stupid show your baby cousin always watches? What will I do then? Superheroes cannot have personal lives since the people they love are the first and number one targets on villain radar. What will I do then?" he rushed.
"Draco, sweetheart, I promise that as soon as I get back, I'm going to put you into St. Mungo for psychiatric observation. I won't splinch. Remember they have certain places, portals, that can transfer you safely across long distances. You actually believe that I would get bitten by..!" Ron laughed. Draco could also be a bit irrational.
"Well....no but, I'm just saying anything could happen. Why can't I come along?"
"You'd be so bored and there's no one in your position coming."
"My position?"
"Spouses who are married to us boring mediwizards."
"I love you." Draco whispered as he stood in front of his husband, still refusing to lay eyes on the man that was leaving in a few short minutes.
"Oh, I love you too."
A hand placed under the doleful former Malfoy chin, a soft caress of lips, a door closing, a heart breaking yet again.
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Chpt 4
It was the day of reckoning. The day that Ron was leaving. Draco refused to get out of bed, to help Ron finish his packing, to acknowledge that he was really leaving him.
"Come on. I have to go."
"No, I'm taking a stand. I don't want you to leave, so I'm not going to partake in your activities that end with your departure." He instructed, sitting up in bed.
"Come on. Fine, be that way. I'm leaving with or without your good-bye." Ron stormed down the stairs, tired of Draco's immature behavior.
Why must he always through miniature tantrums when he left? He always returned home.
As he was about to open the door to leave the house, a nagging voice interrupted him.
"Go back upstairs and settle this. Don't leave on such bad terms."
"I hate you Oliver." Ron turned round to see the ex-Quidditch player sitting on the couch.
"You know I'm right. I'll be outside, waiting."
Oliver was coming along on the trip since he had decided to change his career to the wide world of medicine. Ron had convinced him to become what the magical world's equivalence to a Muggle Nurse Practitioner and being the gracious mediwizard that he was, he took the new medicinal occupant under his wing, determined to give Oliver a good chance to do what he wanted to do.
Ron headed back in the direction of his room to only find Draco standing on the stairs, looking as sulky as a child who had lost their favorite toy broom.
"I didn't want to part on bad terms." He whispered. The blonde slowly made his way down the staircase, never glancing in Ron's general area.
"Honey, you know I'm coming back soon."
"I know." Squeaked out the older man. "I know....but that still doesn't make it any better. You just came back from one and now you're on another business trip. What if something happens to you? What if you splinch or what if....I don't know! What if you are walking down the street and next thing you know you get bitten by some radioactive star and become a superhero like the Chin in that stupid show your baby cousin always watches? What will I do then? Superheroes cannot have personal lives since the people they love are the first and number one targets on villain radar. What will I do then?" he rushed.
"Draco, sweetheart, I promise that as soon as I get back, I'm going to put you into St. Mungo for psychiatric observation. I won't splinch. Remember they have certain places, portals, that can transfer you safely across long distances. You actually believe that I would get bitten by..!" Ron laughed. Draco could also be a bit irrational.
"Well....no but, I'm just saying anything could happen. Why can't I come along?"
"You'd be so bored and there's no one in your position coming."
"My position?"
"Spouses who are married to us boring mediwizards."
"I love you." Draco whispered as he stood in front of his husband, still refusing to lay eyes on the man that was leaving in a few short minutes.
"Oh, I love you too."
A hand placed under the doleful former Malfoy chin, a soft caress of lips, a door closing, a heart breaking yet again.