Breaking The Stone
Written By: Nox (goddess_nox@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They belong to Rowling and Scholastic. However, this fanfic does belong to me. Please don't steal. Please don't sue.
Warnings: This story contains slash (BOY + BOY = LOVE) Meaning, a homosexual relationship. The characters will most likely be OOC (sorry...). Also, I doubt this will happen when the fifth book comes out, so I guess you'd call it AE, for alternate events. AU seems a bit much. This is my first fanfic. You've been warned. Enjoy, and please review!!
A/N: It took me longer than I thought it would to write this chapter. Sorry for any inconvenience. And I hope you enjoy it. Finally, the slash (however mild) is here.
Summary: Draco, Ron, and their misadventures during Winter Break.
Pairing: Draco/Ron
My Thanks: Thanks very much to all the reviewers!
/...../ Denotes Thought. _ABCD_ Denotes Emphasis. ******************* Marks Scene Or POV Change
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During Dinner Saturday Evening-
Harvey Williams hadn't always gone to Hogwarts. First year through third year he had gone to another Wizarding school. A little school, that was nowhere near as popular as Hogwarts, with it's Dumbledore's and Harry Potter's. At the beginning of this year, however, Harvey's parents had somehow gathered enough money for him to attend the legendary establishment. Which was a very good thing, actually, considering the fourth year had been on the brink of getting kicked out of his former school. Harvey was a bit of a troublemaker, if the truth must be told.
"Hey? Hey, are you listening?"
"Huh?" Snapping to reality, Harvey realized that a hand was waving back and forth in front of his eyes. And not just any hand, either. Ginny Weasley's hand. "Oh, sorry." The scarlet haired girl frowned at him, before continuing her passionate monologue.
"Like I was saying," she went on, "Ron is just so weird. He told me off after I'd looked all over for him that day, then I see him hanging around Draco Malfoy, and _now_ he's never around anymore. Not that I'm _worried_ or anything. I'm just curious. But I'm certainly not going to go talk to him because he's a jerk-"
"Are you gonna' eat that?" Harvey reached over and grabbed the desired item of food from Ginny's plate before she could answer.
"Uh..no," she said. He was already chewing. Sighing, the girl realized that her new 'boyfriend' wasn't listening to her. And, at that exact moment, from somewhere within the depths of the castle, a clock struck nine. "Walk me to my dorm?" They'd be in trouble, if they weren't out of sight soon. Harvey nodded, finished his chewing, and they both got up to leave.
"You know, Ginny," Harvey put in, just as the Gryffindor girl noticed the hunched form of Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table. He was glaring at his 'rival-table', and Ginny was thankful she'd sat with Harvey (a Ravenclaw) for this particular dinner. "You've been complaining about that jerk brother of yours all vacation. Does he really bother you that much?"
/Why did Ron hang around with Draco earlier this week anyway?/ Deep in thought, Ginny remembered Ron yelling at her. Then she remembered the library, and the way her brother had kept glancing her way. He'd even looked as if he might be _glaring_. And what was this with Draco? Was Ron replacing Harry with Draco? Doubtful. Ginny guessed the two had been fighting, more than "hanging out", which wasn't a much better alternative, anyway. "Yeah," she answered. "He does bother me that much."
They were outside of the dining hall now, standing near the stairs. Harvey frowned. "It's already nine. Maybe I should get to my own dorm. Will you be okay?" He looked anxious.
"Sure thing," said Ginny, looking distracted.
And the two parted ways.
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/Did I take a wrong turn?/
Draco Malfoy had been coming to Hogwarts for about four and a half years. During that time he'd grown used to the moving stairs, trap doors, and other odds and ends that could keep a student from getting where he wanted. He'd grown used to them, and had learned to overcome these obstacles. Or at least, he _thought_ he'd learned.
It must've been the pictures. As soon as he'd started his trek back to Slytherin House the pictures on the wall had begun to taunt him. They'd made rude gestures at him and had told him he shouldn't be wandering around. Not at this time of night. Draco, annoyed, had stopped quite a few times to make his own rude gestures at the pictures, or to explain that he was _walking_ to his dorm, if they'd just let him get on with it. And now he was lost.
"Like a damn first year," he muttered, stopping for a moment to get his bearings. He was in a corridor that looked vaguely like the dungeons where Snape taught Potions. Damp, cold, and dark. But he _wasn't_ in the dungeons, because there was a huge window to his left, by which he could see the storm now raging outside. "Great." So he knew where he wasn't.
Turning, Draco decided to go back down the stairs he'd come up. At least there were portraits at the bottom. If they weren't in too bad a mood, they could point him the right way.
He hurried down the stairs, the sound of sneakers hitting stone echoing through the castle. "I can't believe I got- Ah!"
Malfoy had screamed. And, for a brief half-second, the Slytherin was thankful that no one was around to hear. But, in the next half-second, he took that back and wished there were someone around, just so he could grab onto something, to keep him from falling.
He'd mis-stepped, and now he was going to tumble down a flight of stairs. Hopelessly, his hands reached out. His left hit nothing but slick wall, and his right grabbed air. _Solid_ air.
Draco fell.
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Of all the Professors in the wizarding world, Ron had run into Snape. The potions master was a little too perceptive for the redhead's liking, and, of course, there was the fact that Severus strongly disliked the Harry Potter trio. So when the greasy-haired man came stomping along only moments after he'd exited the Gryffindor common room, Ron booked it.
He started running, forgetting for a moment that the invisible cloak didn't muffle sound. "Who's there," shouted Snape, before hurrying in the direction of the phantom footsteps. Ron didn't want to be caught. He especially didn't want to be caught with Harry's cloak. He continued to run.
/Why me?/ The youngest Weasley brother certainly hadn't had the _best_ vacation so far. Soon enough, the Professor was left far behind, panting for breath. But Ron still didn't stop right away. He wasn't taking any chances. That Snape was tricky.
What must've been a couple of minutes passed. Ron's side was hurting. Finally, he slowed to a jog, then a walk. He caught his breath and found himself climbing a flight of unfamiliar stairs. The storm could be heard outside, so there must've been a window nearby (sound didn't easily leak through thick, stone walls).
"Great." Someone said this, and Ron panicked. But the person was so close. Maybe it would be better to let whoever it was pass on by. Maybe it was one of the House ghosts. The redhead backed up against the right wall, noticing with dread how very narrow this particular stairway was. He waited only a moment, then Draco Malfoy appeared.
/Of all the people!/ Even through his frustration Ron managed to wonder what the blond was doing. Was he looking for the kitchens too? Or starting trouble?
Draco looked upset. Or maybe annoyed was more the word for it. Either way, his full attention wasn't on the task of descending steps, and consequences followed. "I can't believe I got-Ah!" The Slytherin tripped, and was set to fall face first, but his hands reached out as a reflex. And before Ron knew what exactly was happening, he was falling also. Falling right on top of Draco.
"What the hell?"
They landed three steps down from their previous perch. A lot less than what Draco would've fallen if he hadn't of been unintentionally saved. Shaking his head and blinking, Malfoy realized that Ron Weasley was straddling him. And that wasn't even the weirdest thing about this situation.
Ron didn't have part of his left arm, and was completely missing his left leg. The limbs just...weren't there. "Huh?" The dazed redhead didn't have an answer for him, and didn't move. Then, there was a powerful flash of lightning outside that lit up even the narrow little stairway, and Draco could make out a pool of gossamer-like cloth sitting near where Ron's leg should be. He pulled, and the missing limbs were revealed.
"Hey, give that back!" Weasley seemed to have snapped out of his stupor. He grabbed at the cloak, and caught a piece of it. "Let go, Malfoy!" His position gave him a bit of an advantage, and he managed to nearly pull the prize out of Draco's grip before getting shoved. He landed on yet another step, and realized that he was no longer holding Harry's cloak. Draco had it, was standing up, and was examining it carefully.
"Hey Weasel, what the hell is this?" Ron silently thanked any gods that might exist. Draco didn't know what it was, which meant he had a chance at getting it back. If the blond _had_ known what it was, no doubt he would've thrown it on and sprinted off, leaving Ron with nothing but two very angry ex-best friends come the end of Winter Break. "And what are you doing out of bed? You could get in serious trouble."
The fifth year Gryffindor rolled his hands into fists, trying to contain his anger. "You're out of bed too, Draco. And it's none of your business what that is. Give it back."
Malfoy feigned surprise. "None of my business? You nearly kill me by throwing me down a flight of stairs, I see you with parts of your _body_ missing and it's none of my business?"
"That's right." Ron frowned. "And I didn't throw you down anything. _You_ pulled _me_ down."
Draco was ignoring him again, squinting at the cloak in his hand. "Doesn't look like it's worth much. And why should it? It _is_ yours."
It was a well known fact that Ron's temper was short. Especially when it came to insults about his families financial status. "Asshole," he shouted, before charging at Draco. However, the blond was expecting this and darted out of the way, before heading down the stairs.
"Thanks for the invisible cloak," he said, and disappeared from sight.
/He knows? Uh oh./ Ron pulled his wand from its place in his pocket. "Lumos." The darkness yielded a bit, and he followed the Slytherin thief.
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By the time Ron reached the bottom of the stairs Draco must've put on the cloak and gotten a ways off, because there was no one in sight, and only the feint sound of walking. "Get back here," hissed the redhead, quite loudly. It wasn't a matter of running away from Snape anymore. It was a matter of being able to keep his two best friends. Both Hermione and Harry would surely kill him if they came back only to find that Malfoy, of all people, had gotten a hold of Harry's invisible cloak, all thanks to their freckle-faced friend.
There was no reply, so Ron had to strain his ears and follow the sound of Draco's feet. It was hard. Just to throw him off Malfoy would speed up, and then suddenly stop, leaving the Gryffindor confused and afraid he'd lost his prey. Every once in a while Draco would shout out something mean and distasteful. Soon, they'd grown so engrossed in the chase that neither boy noticed how late it was, or the fact that they'd gotten even _more_ lost. If that was possible.
"I've got you!" His wand ready, Ron waited for Malfoy's surrender. They had come to a dead end. No door to a classroom, no branch-off to yet another corridor.... "Now give me back the-"
Someone was talking, and it wasn't Draco. Someone was casting a spell. Ron turned. "You again?" And that was all he had time to say before a bright yellow sphere of light and a couple of purplish sparks hit him in the chest.
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"Ron?"
It was warm. Strong arms were wrapped around his chest, and hot energy seemed to be running through his veins. /Spell?/ His mind was muddled and sluggish. /Was I hit by a spell?/ It certainly felt that way. But being assaulted by magic still didn't exclaim the arms.
Ron could tell the arms were muscled, because they were flush against his bare skin. It felt like, maybe, they were wrapped around him from behind. Wait...bare? So he didn't have a shirt on? Why? Oh well. It didn't matter. He was just too tired.
"Ron?"
Things were silent and calm for a moment while the redhead admired the colors that danced behind his eyelids. It would've taken a lot of effort to actually open his eyes. Too much effort. And, besides, he was enjoying the show.
The grip on his chest loosened slightly and what felt like fingertips began to run across his face. The touch was light. Almost hesitant. Ron didn't mind it at all.
Too soon the fingertips went away, and the grip on his chest got tighter. Then, after a pause, something warm and slightly damp touched his cheek. Like lips or something. No, that was impossible. He'd just gotten hit by a spell. A pretty fierce spell judging by the way he felt, but certainly not a _deadly_ spell. Who would be _kissing_ him?
There was movement. The owner of the arms was shifting. There was a pause and then, suddenly, that warm something he'd felt before was on his lips. And it _was_ another pair of lips. Only a slight pressure, and then the kiss was over. Ron forced himself to wake.
"Wha-what?" He found that he couldn't form sentences. His eyes opened and a wave of dizziness overtook him for only a moment. When he recovered, he tried his best to continue. "What happened?"
"Nothing much, Weasel. You're just a wimp. Couldn't even take a lousy spell cast by some crackpot dressed in black." Draco let go and shoved the missing sweater into Ron's arms. "That's a nasty mark. I thought you'd died. But, you know, unfortunately you didn't."
The aftershock of the spell was fading, and Ron was starting to get cold. He shakily pulled on the sweater. It was one of those stupid homemade ones that his mother had given him. He'd had nothing else to wear today. "No, that's not what I meant. I kinda' remember that." He scooted away from where he'd been leaning against Draco's chest. He could feel himself shaking. "I meant....what did _you_ do?"
Confusion flashed in Malfoy's eyes, then anger, and finally fear. He shook his head, and plastered on a fake smirk. "What the hell are you talking about, Weasel?" He stood, brushing off the dust that had gathered on his clothes from sitting.
"No, really. Tell me Draco."
Again, fear came to the young wizards eyes. For a second Ron feared that he'd run off without giving an answer. Then, casual as can be, Draco shrugged.
"I kissed you."
Written By: Nox (goddess_nox@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They belong to Rowling and Scholastic. However, this fanfic does belong to me. Please don't steal. Please don't sue.
Warnings: This story contains slash (BOY + BOY = LOVE) Meaning, a homosexual relationship. The characters will most likely be OOC (sorry...). Also, I doubt this will happen when the fifth book comes out, so I guess you'd call it AE, for alternate events. AU seems a bit much. This is my first fanfic. You've been warned. Enjoy, and please review!!
A/N: It took me longer than I thought it would to write this chapter. Sorry for any inconvenience. And I hope you enjoy it. Finally, the slash (however mild) is here.
Summary: Draco, Ron, and their misadventures during Winter Break.
Pairing: Draco/Ron
My Thanks: Thanks very much to all the reviewers!
/...../ Denotes Thought. _ABCD_ Denotes Emphasis. ******************* Marks Scene Or POV Change
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During Dinner Saturday Evening-
Harvey Williams hadn't always gone to Hogwarts. First year through third year he had gone to another Wizarding school. A little school, that was nowhere near as popular as Hogwarts, with it's Dumbledore's and Harry Potter's. At the beginning of this year, however, Harvey's parents had somehow gathered enough money for him to attend the legendary establishment. Which was a very good thing, actually, considering the fourth year had been on the brink of getting kicked out of his former school. Harvey was a bit of a troublemaker, if the truth must be told.
"Hey? Hey, are you listening?"
"Huh?" Snapping to reality, Harvey realized that a hand was waving back and forth in front of his eyes. And not just any hand, either. Ginny Weasley's hand. "Oh, sorry." The scarlet haired girl frowned at him, before continuing her passionate monologue.
"Like I was saying," she went on, "Ron is just so weird. He told me off after I'd looked all over for him that day, then I see him hanging around Draco Malfoy, and _now_ he's never around anymore. Not that I'm _worried_ or anything. I'm just curious. But I'm certainly not going to go talk to him because he's a jerk-"
"Are you gonna' eat that?" Harvey reached over and grabbed the desired item of food from Ginny's plate before she could answer.
"Uh..no," she said. He was already chewing. Sighing, the girl realized that her new 'boyfriend' wasn't listening to her. And, at that exact moment, from somewhere within the depths of the castle, a clock struck nine. "Walk me to my dorm?" They'd be in trouble, if they weren't out of sight soon. Harvey nodded, finished his chewing, and they both got up to leave.
"You know, Ginny," Harvey put in, just as the Gryffindor girl noticed the hunched form of Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table. He was glaring at his 'rival-table', and Ginny was thankful she'd sat with Harvey (a Ravenclaw) for this particular dinner. "You've been complaining about that jerk brother of yours all vacation. Does he really bother you that much?"
/Why did Ron hang around with Draco earlier this week anyway?/ Deep in thought, Ginny remembered Ron yelling at her. Then she remembered the library, and the way her brother had kept glancing her way. He'd even looked as if he might be _glaring_. And what was this with Draco? Was Ron replacing Harry with Draco? Doubtful. Ginny guessed the two had been fighting, more than "hanging out", which wasn't a much better alternative, anyway. "Yeah," she answered. "He does bother me that much."
They were outside of the dining hall now, standing near the stairs. Harvey frowned. "It's already nine. Maybe I should get to my own dorm. Will you be okay?" He looked anxious.
"Sure thing," said Ginny, looking distracted.
And the two parted ways.
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/Did I take a wrong turn?/
Draco Malfoy had been coming to Hogwarts for about four and a half years. During that time he'd grown used to the moving stairs, trap doors, and other odds and ends that could keep a student from getting where he wanted. He'd grown used to them, and had learned to overcome these obstacles. Or at least, he _thought_ he'd learned.
It must've been the pictures. As soon as he'd started his trek back to Slytherin House the pictures on the wall had begun to taunt him. They'd made rude gestures at him and had told him he shouldn't be wandering around. Not at this time of night. Draco, annoyed, had stopped quite a few times to make his own rude gestures at the pictures, or to explain that he was _walking_ to his dorm, if they'd just let him get on with it. And now he was lost.
"Like a damn first year," he muttered, stopping for a moment to get his bearings. He was in a corridor that looked vaguely like the dungeons where Snape taught Potions. Damp, cold, and dark. But he _wasn't_ in the dungeons, because there was a huge window to his left, by which he could see the storm now raging outside. "Great." So he knew where he wasn't.
Turning, Draco decided to go back down the stairs he'd come up. At least there were portraits at the bottom. If they weren't in too bad a mood, they could point him the right way.
He hurried down the stairs, the sound of sneakers hitting stone echoing through the castle. "I can't believe I got- Ah!"
Malfoy had screamed. And, for a brief half-second, the Slytherin was thankful that no one was around to hear. But, in the next half-second, he took that back and wished there were someone around, just so he could grab onto something, to keep him from falling.
He'd mis-stepped, and now he was going to tumble down a flight of stairs. Hopelessly, his hands reached out. His left hit nothing but slick wall, and his right grabbed air. _Solid_ air.
Draco fell.
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Of all the Professors in the wizarding world, Ron had run into Snape. The potions master was a little too perceptive for the redhead's liking, and, of course, there was the fact that Severus strongly disliked the Harry Potter trio. So when the greasy-haired man came stomping along only moments after he'd exited the Gryffindor common room, Ron booked it.
He started running, forgetting for a moment that the invisible cloak didn't muffle sound. "Who's there," shouted Snape, before hurrying in the direction of the phantom footsteps. Ron didn't want to be caught. He especially didn't want to be caught with Harry's cloak. He continued to run.
/Why me?/ The youngest Weasley brother certainly hadn't had the _best_ vacation so far. Soon enough, the Professor was left far behind, panting for breath. But Ron still didn't stop right away. He wasn't taking any chances. That Snape was tricky.
What must've been a couple of minutes passed. Ron's side was hurting. Finally, he slowed to a jog, then a walk. He caught his breath and found himself climbing a flight of unfamiliar stairs. The storm could be heard outside, so there must've been a window nearby (sound didn't easily leak through thick, stone walls).
"Great." Someone said this, and Ron panicked. But the person was so close. Maybe it would be better to let whoever it was pass on by. Maybe it was one of the House ghosts. The redhead backed up against the right wall, noticing with dread how very narrow this particular stairway was. He waited only a moment, then Draco Malfoy appeared.
/Of all the people!/ Even through his frustration Ron managed to wonder what the blond was doing. Was he looking for the kitchens too? Or starting trouble?
Draco looked upset. Or maybe annoyed was more the word for it. Either way, his full attention wasn't on the task of descending steps, and consequences followed. "I can't believe I got-Ah!" The Slytherin tripped, and was set to fall face first, but his hands reached out as a reflex. And before Ron knew what exactly was happening, he was falling also. Falling right on top of Draco.
"What the hell?"
They landed three steps down from their previous perch. A lot less than what Draco would've fallen if he hadn't of been unintentionally saved. Shaking his head and blinking, Malfoy realized that Ron Weasley was straddling him. And that wasn't even the weirdest thing about this situation.
Ron didn't have part of his left arm, and was completely missing his left leg. The limbs just...weren't there. "Huh?" The dazed redhead didn't have an answer for him, and didn't move. Then, there was a powerful flash of lightning outside that lit up even the narrow little stairway, and Draco could make out a pool of gossamer-like cloth sitting near where Ron's leg should be. He pulled, and the missing limbs were revealed.
"Hey, give that back!" Weasley seemed to have snapped out of his stupor. He grabbed at the cloak, and caught a piece of it. "Let go, Malfoy!" His position gave him a bit of an advantage, and he managed to nearly pull the prize out of Draco's grip before getting shoved. He landed on yet another step, and realized that he was no longer holding Harry's cloak. Draco had it, was standing up, and was examining it carefully.
"Hey Weasel, what the hell is this?" Ron silently thanked any gods that might exist. Draco didn't know what it was, which meant he had a chance at getting it back. If the blond _had_ known what it was, no doubt he would've thrown it on and sprinted off, leaving Ron with nothing but two very angry ex-best friends come the end of Winter Break. "And what are you doing out of bed? You could get in serious trouble."
The fifth year Gryffindor rolled his hands into fists, trying to contain his anger. "You're out of bed too, Draco. And it's none of your business what that is. Give it back."
Malfoy feigned surprise. "None of my business? You nearly kill me by throwing me down a flight of stairs, I see you with parts of your _body_ missing and it's none of my business?"
"That's right." Ron frowned. "And I didn't throw you down anything. _You_ pulled _me_ down."
Draco was ignoring him again, squinting at the cloak in his hand. "Doesn't look like it's worth much. And why should it? It _is_ yours."
It was a well known fact that Ron's temper was short. Especially when it came to insults about his families financial status. "Asshole," he shouted, before charging at Draco. However, the blond was expecting this and darted out of the way, before heading down the stairs.
"Thanks for the invisible cloak," he said, and disappeared from sight.
/He knows? Uh oh./ Ron pulled his wand from its place in his pocket. "Lumos." The darkness yielded a bit, and he followed the Slytherin thief.
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By the time Ron reached the bottom of the stairs Draco must've put on the cloak and gotten a ways off, because there was no one in sight, and only the feint sound of walking. "Get back here," hissed the redhead, quite loudly. It wasn't a matter of running away from Snape anymore. It was a matter of being able to keep his two best friends. Both Hermione and Harry would surely kill him if they came back only to find that Malfoy, of all people, had gotten a hold of Harry's invisible cloak, all thanks to their freckle-faced friend.
There was no reply, so Ron had to strain his ears and follow the sound of Draco's feet. It was hard. Just to throw him off Malfoy would speed up, and then suddenly stop, leaving the Gryffindor confused and afraid he'd lost his prey. Every once in a while Draco would shout out something mean and distasteful. Soon, they'd grown so engrossed in the chase that neither boy noticed how late it was, or the fact that they'd gotten even _more_ lost. If that was possible.
"I've got you!" His wand ready, Ron waited for Malfoy's surrender. They had come to a dead end. No door to a classroom, no branch-off to yet another corridor.... "Now give me back the-"
Someone was talking, and it wasn't Draco. Someone was casting a spell. Ron turned. "You again?" And that was all he had time to say before a bright yellow sphere of light and a couple of purplish sparks hit him in the chest.
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"Ron?"
It was warm. Strong arms were wrapped around his chest, and hot energy seemed to be running through his veins. /Spell?/ His mind was muddled and sluggish. /Was I hit by a spell?/ It certainly felt that way. But being assaulted by magic still didn't exclaim the arms.
Ron could tell the arms were muscled, because they were flush against his bare skin. It felt like, maybe, they were wrapped around him from behind. Wait...bare? So he didn't have a shirt on? Why? Oh well. It didn't matter. He was just too tired.
"Ron?"
Things were silent and calm for a moment while the redhead admired the colors that danced behind his eyelids. It would've taken a lot of effort to actually open his eyes. Too much effort. And, besides, he was enjoying the show.
The grip on his chest loosened slightly and what felt like fingertips began to run across his face. The touch was light. Almost hesitant. Ron didn't mind it at all.
Too soon the fingertips went away, and the grip on his chest got tighter. Then, after a pause, something warm and slightly damp touched his cheek. Like lips or something. No, that was impossible. He'd just gotten hit by a spell. A pretty fierce spell judging by the way he felt, but certainly not a _deadly_ spell. Who would be _kissing_ him?
There was movement. The owner of the arms was shifting. There was a pause and then, suddenly, that warm something he'd felt before was on his lips. And it _was_ another pair of lips. Only a slight pressure, and then the kiss was over. Ron forced himself to wake.
"Wha-what?" He found that he couldn't form sentences. His eyes opened and a wave of dizziness overtook him for only a moment. When he recovered, he tried his best to continue. "What happened?"
"Nothing much, Weasel. You're just a wimp. Couldn't even take a lousy spell cast by some crackpot dressed in black." Draco let go and shoved the missing sweater into Ron's arms. "That's a nasty mark. I thought you'd died. But, you know, unfortunately you didn't."
The aftershock of the spell was fading, and Ron was starting to get cold. He shakily pulled on the sweater. It was one of those stupid homemade ones that his mother had given him. He'd had nothing else to wear today. "No, that's not what I meant. I kinda' remember that." He scooted away from where he'd been leaning against Draco's chest. He could feel himself shaking. "I meant....what did _you_ do?"
Confusion flashed in Malfoy's eyes, then anger, and finally fear. He shook his head, and plastered on a fake smirk. "What the hell are you talking about, Weasel?" He stood, brushing off the dust that had gathered on his clothes from sitting.
"No, really. Tell me Draco."
Again, fear came to the young wizards eyes. For a second Ron feared that he'd run off without giving an answer. Then, casual as can be, Draco shrugged.
"I kissed you."