Title: Harry Potter and the Arch-Magi Contracts.
Author & Email: Miss Lesley, Douglaslr@aol.com
Archived: Fan Fiction Net, Ask if you want to place elsewhere
Fandom: Harry Potter
Chapter: 4: Punishment
Type: Has stuff from ALL the books.
Warnings: SLASH, bad Language.
Summary: In the heat of the Moment Ron Weasley lashed out at Draco Malfoy with devastating result. In a blink of an Idea Ron went from a Free Pureblood to an Enslaved one. With no hope of freedom all he can wish for mercy. What will his friends do to ensure that Draco Malfoy grants him that mercy? SLASH!
Pairing: It will be a surprise. Disclaimer: I only own the story, nor the people in it Beta: Spideria, Thank you for the great job. If you have not checked her story go right ahead.
"Double quotes" Spoken thought
'Single quotes' Thought - unspoken
~balh~ Snake talk
A/n: I am sorry this chapter is so short, but it can't be helped. The next chapter will also be short. But this is due to their subject matter. After that you'll get nice medium length chapters. But know that I am studying for a big exam in February so updating will not be regular.
A/N If anyone knows how to make stuff bold, underlined and italicized please tell me.
A/N I love reviews they make me happy. By you reviewing you get a better story and I get to be a better writer. Review responses at the end.
A/N This will end as a Draco/Harry slash fic. All my Harry Potter stories are Harry/Draco fics. But they will have a long way to go and a lot to resolve. There might be some angst in the story, but frankly, I have enough to overcome already without adding more.
Chapter 3 Punishment
Malfoy Manor soon after arrival: 6:00 PM
Laughing, Draco looked down and said, "Well, Weasel, it's just me and you. Welcome to Malfoy Manor."
Looking down at the floor, Draco found that his new pet did not portkey very well, seeing as he was laid out on the floor. 'Maybe he is caught up in the wealth of my house.' Never one to tarry, Draco looked down at his slave and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get up Weasel, or would you rather crawl?"
His Master's harsh voice, more than his words, snapped Ron out of his daze. When he was finally focused on what Malfoy was saying, he jumped up. 'I'll be damn if I ever crawl behind a Malfoy like some dog. I bet he'd like to humiliate me like that. Well fuck him. I will not let him do that to me'
Ron thought to himself. Refocusing on his Master, he noticed a smile on his lips.
"I am glad you have decided to rejoin me on this plane of existence. Now, as I was saying, we have things to talk about. As member of this household, you will have certain duties and responsibilities. Make no mistakes. If you disobey or fail to complete a task set forth for you, I WILL punish you. Do you understand me?"
Ron looked into Draco's eyes, and saw that his Master was very serious. Not wanting to deal with Malfoy and his bullshit, Ron just let it go and moved on. "Yes, Master, I understand."
Draco never realized how tiring it would be to deal with a slave. 'Damn, maybe I should rent him out, this way I won't have to deal with him.' Sighing, Draco had a feeling that it was going to be a long night. "Good, now follow me." Draco turned to his left, and headed down a long, dark hallway. However, as Draco passed a torch, it flared to life, lighting the
next part of their journey.
As Ron followed his Master, he got very worried. Ron knew that Malfoy hated him, and now, he was leading him down a dark hallway, 'Maybe Ferret Face intends to kill me.' he thought. To say that Ron was very suspicious of his Owner would be an understatement. Malfoy
continued to lead him around corners and forks in the hallway.
Finally, they came to a solid door made of cherry wood, stained blood red. Draco took his hand and placed it dead center of the door. After a few minutes, his hand glowed blue, and the door opened. Turning to his slave, Draco said, "As your Master, I welcome you into my study. I grant you freedom of movement while within; but only when you are hear doing an assigned task that I have given you."
Suddenly, an orange light shot out of the door from where Draco had placed his hand and it surrounded Ron.
Upon seeing the light come for him, Ron froze. He did not know what to do. Every instinct told him to run, but since his Master had not given him an order to leave, he held his ground. Within seconds of the light hitting him, Ron began to panic, but before he could voice it, the light disappeared.
Shaken, Ron asked, "Master, what just happened."
Smirking, "I told the door and room the limit of your access to it. From there, it marked you. Really Weasel, with the amount of time your parents spent procreating you, you should know the spell. Now you may enter the room."
Choosing not to respond to the crack about his parents, Ron walked into the room. Ron stood at the threshold and just took the room in. The room was a place Harry, Hermione, and him would love to hang out. It had a section for all of them. In one section there were tons of books, both old and new. 'Master really has a good selection of books.' he thought. He walked over to them, and started to inspect them, mumbling aloud, "I am sure Hermione would die to read these books."
A voice behind him said, "I am sure you're right. Many of these books are the only copy left in existence. While others are only the translated version of the text." Draco then turned, and walked to his desk. He was content, for now, to let the weasel look around.
After looking at a few more titles, Ron moved on. There was a wall of Quidditch memorabilia.
Fascinated, Ron explored and looked at things, making sure not to break anything. When he was done, he made certain to put it back in its correct place. Ron was suddenly bitter. 'Damn that Malfoy, his family and him are evil and yet, here they have things that my family, who works hard, will never be able to afford.' he thought to himself. Suddenly, the stuff on the wall was not so great. The next wall carried a small section devoted to Harry Potter. Turning towards his Master, he smirked. "Obsess much over Harry?"
Laughing, Drac said, "Malfoys don't obsess. What we want we get. If we can't get it, we destroy it."
Ron was about to answer when he caught sight of the items that the wall had. There were numerous photo albums, newspaper clipping, Harry's address, and charts detailing thing about Harry.
Opening one of the albums, he saw pictures of Harry's parents at Hogwarts. "Oh Merlin. Where did you get this album?" Thinking that there would be no reason for Malfoy to have an album with Harry's picture, he though they must of stolen it. And the only place they could have stolen it was from Grodric Hallow, when it was destroyed. "Damn, this proves that your father was at the Potter's house the night they were killed. Your father is just an evil murderer and deserves the dementor's kiss-" Ron was cut off.
"Shut up!" Draco yelled, snapping out of the shock that over took him at Ron's words. "Get over here and sit down." The weasel walked over and sat in the seat. Draco could see him fuming and getting angrier because he had been silenced. Barely holding on to his temper, Draco said, "You will be punished later for speaking out of turn against my father. I tried to be civil. After all, I am stuck with you until one of us dies. But you insist on picking a battle that you could not win. Had to go all Gryffindor on me. Well, since kindness does not work, lets try rules and regulations. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed to the desk. "Accio paper, accio quick quill." The paper and quill flew to him. Setting the paper beside him, on the side desk, he set the quick quill to its most sensitive setting, so that it would take his words down verbatim. Then he began to dictate, "Rules for slave Ron"
1. You are to refer to me as Master Draco.
2. You will answer to Weasel, slave, Ron, pet.
3. You will obey me in all things, quickly, quietly and without hesitation.
You take your orders directly from me, unless I knowingly and willingly
authorize another.
4. Your first and only loyalty is now to me. You will do nothing to betray
me. You will not break any confidences I might share. You will not allow
others to convince you that by breaking a vow to me, would not be a
betrayal, but for my own good.
5. You will not discuss what goes on in this house with anyone. In absolute
privacy you may discuss it with Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, and me. No one else! You will not speak of it to anyone else unless I knowingly and willingly amended this list or give you specific permission. You will also report to me anyone who ask you questions about me or my family.
6. You will not speak badly about any member of my family, including me.
7. You will not use your wand unless you have permission from me.
Draco picked up the paper and looked it over then he handed it to Ron. "Do you understand these, or do you need any explained?" Ron did not know what to make of it, but as Master Draco spoke each rule, it was like it became a part of him, shaping him and adding to his person. His fundamental personality did not change, but these rules came before his own
personal code and rules. He could not break them even if he wanted to. "I
understand them Master Draco."
"Good. As you can see, I have not given you any rules that forbid you from being you, the Ron you have been since birth; rude, mean, ill tempered, rash, sarcastic, a git. I did not modified your personality. I did this deliberately. I don't need a mindless robot as a slave. However, you must understand that when you act out as you did in a negative way, as you just did about my father, then you will be punished.
"Now, the more you get to know me and understand my moods, the chances are you will be able to figure when the behavior will be viewed in a way not to get you punished and determine when being your normal lovable self will cause you to get a beat down. For the sake of clarity, if we are joking around on the pitch and you act like the above, you will not be punished. If I am angry or we have guests and you do so, you will be punished. These are just a few situations that I can name, a part of your job as my slave will be to learn to read me, because it will be you that suffers if you do not. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Yes, Master Draco."
'Glad that was settled. Now, for the distasteful punishment.' Draco thought. "I am now calm enough to punish you. Strip." Draco watched Ron's face drain of color. But he quickly got up and stripped. When the last of the items were off and on the floor, Draco continued. "Pick up the clothes, fold them, then put them on the side board." Ron did what he was told, then came back to stand in front of Draco. While Ron was doing what he was told, Draco had moved to a seat without arms. "Lay over my legs, ass up."
The horror of what was going to happen was clearly written on Ron's face, even as he moved forward to obey. Everything that had happened to him in the past 48 hours came crashing down on him. He belonged to Draco Malfoy, the boy he has hated for the last 5 years. He was ripped away from his family, his best friends he was in the heart of his enemies home. The brave front Ron had been projecting to the rest of the world was gone and he found his mouth.
"Please, Master Draco. I am so sorry. I swear I won't do it again. Please don't do this. Punish me some other way." But Draco said nothing to countermand his previous orders. Humiliation settled on Ron's shoulders, 'Merlin what have I done to deserve this fate.' he thought. As Ron laid across Master Draco's lap, a flare of red heat shot up his face. As there could now be no doubt in Ron's mind that Draco was his Master, with his ass up, Ron felt tears well up in his eyes. Trying again, "Master Draco, please don't do this to me." But after receiving no answer he closed his eyes, and tried to block out what was going to happen.
Draco looked at the Weasel and saw that he was on the edge of a break down. But this had to be done. The Weasel had to learn that he would pay a price for his bad behavior. And if he let him go, even though he was begging so pettily, it would set a dangerous precedent, in which his slave learned that if he begged hard enough, he would escape his earned discipline. Surely, the weasel must have known disrespecting his father would earn him some form of punishment. So hardening his heart to his slave's pleas, Draco stayed quiet. After a few minutes Draco began, "Weasel, I am going to use my hand to spank you 50 times. Each time I strike, you will say, "1. Thank you, Master Draco for correcting my behavior. 2. Thank you Master Draco for correcting my behavior... And so on and so on until you reach 50. If you miss a number, or screw up, it will be my choice to decide if I wish to start your punishment back at 1. or do something else. Do you understand?"
The despair in Ron's voice was absolutely clear. "Yes, Master Draco." Then with a silent sob he began to cry.
Draco did not notice that his slave had started to cry, but even if he did he would still have continued. 'Okay, here we go." Draco caressed the Weasel's ass, then raised his hand and brought in down somewhat lightly on his slave's ass. Ron jumped more out of shock that pain. "Oh Merlin, this is really going to happened to me.' Remembering quickly he said "1. Thank you Master Draco for correcting my behavior." Draco heard the tears in his voice but still went on. To Ron in his misery, Draco used no discernable pattern so he was always unprepared as to were the next blow would land. By the 8th spank Draco was using more force with each hit, Ron was barely holding on to his self-respect, how was he going to make it to 50? On and on it went At 25 Ron started howling, promising Draco everything if he would stop. By 38, Ron was no longer able to think much less count. Draco recognized this and decided that instead of staring over he would give Ron an extra hit for each one he missed. Since Ron stopped counting as 38, he would incur 13 more hits. At 45 Ron started to shake, he could no longer speak all he did was sob, moan and grunt. By 50 Ron was just a wreck and on the 63rd spank Ron screeched out, Draco expected this since that last hit had quite a punch to it.
Draco knew that he might seem cruel to do this to the Weasel but he hoped that the boy would learn something from this. Draco looked down at the boy across his lap that was crying and shaking.
Draco examined his ass, there were no blood, but he doubted if Ron would be comfortable sitting on it anytime soon. Nonetheless, he gathered the crying boy into his arms and held him, Ron seeking comfort, even if it was from the boy that caused his dilemma, held on to Draco like he was the last person left. It was as if Ron crying was emptying out of his soul, getting rid of the anger, pain and resentment. After about 30 minutes of this, he quieted and Draco looked down and saw that the boy was in a deep and peaceful sleep.
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DarkFledgling: Thanks I would like to think were are both great writers and that we will both get better with our writing.
Trillion: Thank you for reviewing, I hope I can live up to your expectations, keep you reading and reviewing.
Author & Email: Miss Lesley, Douglaslr@aol.com
Archived: Fan Fiction Net, Ask if you want to place elsewhere
Fandom: Harry Potter
Chapter: 4: Punishment
Type: Has stuff from ALL the books.
Warnings: SLASH, bad Language.
Summary: In the heat of the Moment Ron Weasley lashed out at Draco Malfoy with devastating result. In a blink of an Idea Ron went from a Free Pureblood to an Enslaved one. With no hope of freedom all he can wish for mercy. What will his friends do to ensure that Draco Malfoy grants him that mercy? SLASH!
Pairing: It will be a surprise. Disclaimer: I only own the story, nor the people in it Beta: Spideria, Thank you for the great job. If you have not checked her story go right ahead.
"Double quotes" Spoken thought
'Single quotes' Thought - unspoken
~balh~ Snake talk
A/n: I am sorry this chapter is so short, but it can't be helped. The next chapter will also be short. But this is due to their subject matter. After that you'll get nice medium length chapters. But know that I am studying for a big exam in February so updating will not be regular.
A/N If anyone knows how to make stuff bold, underlined and italicized please tell me.
A/N I love reviews they make me happy. By you reviewing you get a better story and I get to be a better writer. Review responses at the end.
A/N This will end as a Draco/Harry slash fic. All my Harry Potter stories are Harry/Draco fics. But they will have a long way to go and a lot to resolve. There might be some angst in the story, but frankly, I have enough to overcome already without adding more.
Chapter 3 Punishment
Malfoy Manor soon after arrival: 6:00 PM
Laughing, Draco looked down and said, "Well, Weasel, it's just me and you. Welcome to Malfoy Manor."
Looking down at the floor, Draco found that his new pet did not portkey very well, seeing as he was laid out on the floor. 'Maybe he is caught up in the wealth of my house.' Never one to tarry, Draco looked down at his slave and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get up Weasel, or would you rather crawl?"
His Master's harsh voice, more than his words, snapped Ron out of his daze. When he was finally focused on what Malfoy was saying, he jumped up. 'I'll be damn if I ever crawl behind a Malfoy like some dog. I bet he'd like to humiliate me like that. Well fuck him. I will not let him do that to me'
Ron thought to himself. Refocusing on his Master, he noticed a smile on his lips.
"I am glad you have decided to rejoin me on this plane of existence. Now, as I was saying, we have things to talk about. As member of this household, you will have certain duties and responsibilities. Make no mistakes. If you disobey or fail to complete a task set forth for you, I WILL punish you. Do you understand me?"
Ron looked into Draco's eyes, and saw that his Master was very serious. Not wanting to deal with Malfoy and his bullshit, Ron just let it go and moved on. "Yes, Master, I understand."
Draco never realized how tiring it would be to deal with a slave. 'Damn, maybe I should rent him out, this way I won't have to deal with him.' Sighing, Draco had a feeling that it was going to be a long night. "Good, now follow me." Draco turned to his left, and headed down a long, dark hallway. However, as Draco passed a torch, it flared to life, lighting the
next part of their journey.
As Ron followed his Master, he got very worried. Ron knew that Malfoy hated him, and now, he was leading him down a dark hallway, 'Maybe Ferret Face intends to kill me.' he thought. To say that Ron was very suspicious of his Owner would be an understatement. Malfoy
continued to lead him around corners and forks in the hallway.
Finally, they came to a solid door made of cherry wood, stained blood red. Draco took his hand and placed it dead center of the door. After a few minutes, his hand glowed blue, and the door opened. Turning to his slave, Draco said, "As your Master, I welcome you into my study. I grant you freedom of movement while within; but only when you are hear doing an assigned task that I have given you."
Suddenly, an orange light shot out of the door from where Draco had placed his hand and it surrounded Ron.
Upon seeing the light come for him, Ron froze. He did not know what to do. Every instinct told him to run, but since his Master had not given him an order to leave, he held his ground. Within seconds of the light hitting him, Ron began to panic, but before he could voice it, the light disappeared.
Shaken, Ron asked, "Master, what just happened."
Smirking, "I told the door and room the limit of your access to it. From there, it marked you. Really Weasel, with the amount of time your parents spent procreating you, you should know the spell. Now you may enter the room."
Choosing not to respond to the crack about his parents, Ron walked into the room. Ron stood at the threshold and just took the room in. The room was a place Harry, Hermione, and him would love to hang out. It had a section for all of them. In one section there were tons of books, both old and new. 'Master really has a good selection of books.' he thought. He walked over to them, and started to inspect them, mumbling aloud, "I am sure Hermione would die to read these books."
A voice behind him said, "I am sure you're right. Many of these books are the only copy left in existence. While others are only the translated version of the text." Draco then turned, and walked to his desk. He was content, for now, to let the weasel look around.
After looking at a few more titles, Ron moved on. There was a wall of Quidditch memorabilia.
Fascinated, Ron explored and looked at things, making sure not to break anything. When he was done, he made certain to put it back in its correct place. Ron was suddenly bitter. 'Damn that Malfoy, his family and him are evil and yet, here they have things that my family, who works hard, will never be able to afford.' he thought to himself. Suddenly, the stuff on the wall was not so great. The next wall carried a small section devoted to Harry Potter. Turning towards his Master, he smirked. "Obsess much over Harry?"
Laughing, Drac said, "Malfoys don't obsess. What we want we get. If we can't get it, we destroy it."
Ron was about to answer when he caught sight of the items that the wall had. There were numerous photo albums, newspaper clipping, Harry's address, and charts detailing thing about Harry.
Opening one of the albums, he saw pictures of Harry's parents at Hogwarts. "Oh Merlin. Where did you get this album?" Thinking that there would be no reason for Malfoy to have an album with Harry's picture, he though they must of stolen it. And the only place they could have stolen it was from Grodric Hallow, when it was destroyed. "Damn, this proves that your father was at the Potter's house the night they were killed. Your father is just an evil murderer and deserves the dementor's kiss-" Ron was cut off.
"Shut up!" Draco yelled, snapping out of the shock that over took him at Ron's words. "Get over here and sit down." The weasel walked over and sat in the seat. Draco could see him fuming and getting angrier because he had been silenced. Barely holding on to his temper, Draco said, "You will be punished later for speaking out of turn against my father. I tried to be civil. After all, I am stuck with you until one of us dies. But you insist on picking a battle that you could not win. Had to go all Gryffindor on me. Well, since kindness does not work, lets try rules and regulations. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed to the desk. "Accio paper, accio quick quill." The paper and quill flew to him. Setting the paper beside him, on the side desk, he set the quick quill to its most sensitive setting, so that it would take his words down verbatim. Then he began to dictate, "Rules for slave Ron"
1. You are to refer to me as Master Draco.
2. You will answer to Weasel, slave, Ron, pet.
3. You will obey me in all things, quickly, quietly and without hesitation.
You take your orders directly from me, unless I knowingly and willingly
authorize another.
4. Your first and only loyalty is now to me. You will do nothing to betray
me. You will not break any confidences I might share. You will not allow
others to convince you that by breaking a vow to me, would not be a
betrayal, but for my own good.
5. You will not discuss what goes on in this house with anyone. In absolute
privacy you may discuss it with Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, and me. No one else! You will not speak of it to anyone else unless I knowingly and willingly amended this list or give you specific permission. You will also report to me anyone who ask you questions about me or my family.
6. You will not speak badly about any member of my family, including me.
7. You will not use your wand unless you have permission from me.
Draco picked up the paper and looked it over then he handed it to Ron. "Do you understand these, or do you need any explained?" Ron did not know what to make of it, but as Master Draco spoke each rule, it was like it became a part of him, shaping him and adding to his person. His fundamental personality did not change, but these rules came before his own
personal code and rules. He could not break them even if he wanted to. "I
understand them Master Draco."
"Good. As you can see, I have not given you any rules that forbid you from being you, the Ron you have been since birth; rude, mean, ill tempered, rash, sarcastic, a git. I did not modified your personality. I did this deliberately. I don't need a mindless robot as a slave. However, you must understand that when you act out as you did in a negative way, as you just did about my father, then you will be punished.
"Now, the more you get to know me and understand my moods, the chances are you will be able to figure when the behavior will be viewed in a way not to get you punished and determine when being your normal lovable self will cause you to get a beat down. For the sake of clarity, if we are joking around on the pitch and you act like the above, you will not be punished. If I am angry or we have guests and you do so, you will be punished. These are just a few situations that I can name, a part of your job as my slave will be to learn to read me, because it will be you that suffers if you do not. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Yes, Master Draco."
'Glad that was settled. Now, for the distasteful punishment.' Draco thought. "I am now calm enough to punish you. Strip." Draco watched Ron's face drain of color. But he quickly got up and stripped. When the last of the items were off and on the floor, Draco continued. "Pick up the clothes, fold them, then put them on the side board." Ron did what he was told, then came back to stand in front of Draco. While Ron was doing what he was told, Draco had moved to a seat without arms. "Lay over my legs, ass up."
The horror of what was going to happen was clearly written on Ron's face, even as he moved forward to obey. Everything that had happened to him in the past 48 hours came crashing down on him. He belonged to Draco Malfoy, the boy he has hated for the last 5 years. He was ripped away from his family, his best friends he was in the heart of his enemies home. The brave front Ron had been projecting to the rest of the world was gone and he found his mouth.
"Please, Master Draco. I am so sorry. I swear I won't do it again. Please don't do this. Punish me some other way." But Draco said nothing to countermand his previous orders. Humiliation settled on Ron's shoulders, 'Merlin what have I done to deserve this fate.' he thought. As Ron laid across Master Draco's lap, a flare of red heat shot up his face. As there could now be no doubt in Ron's mind that Draco was his Master, with his ass up, Ron felt tears well up in his eyes. Trying again, "Master Draco, please don't do this to me." But after receiving no answer he closed his eyes, and tried to block out what was going to happen.
Draco looked at the Weasel and saw that he was on the edge of a break down. But this had to be done. The Weasel had to learn that he would pay a price for his bad behavior. And if he let him go, even though he was begging so pettily, it would set a dangerous precedent, in which his slave learned that if he begged hard enough, he would escape his earned discipline. Surely, the weasel must have known disrespecting his father would earn him some form of punishment. So hardening his heart to his slave's pleas, Draco stayed quiet. After a few minutes Draco began, "Weasel, I am going to use my hand to spank you 50 times. Each time I strike, you will say, "1. Thank you, Master Draco for correcting my behavior. 2. Thank you Master Draco for correcting my behavior... And so on and so on until you reach 50. If you miss a number, or screw up, it will be my choice to decide if I wish to start your punishment back at 1. or do something else. Do you understand?"
The despair in Ron's voice was absolutely clear. "Yes, Master Draco." Then with a silent sob he began to cry.
Draco did not notice that his slave had started to cry, but even if he did he would still have continued. 'Okay, here we go." Draco caressed the Weasel's ass, then raised his hand and brought in down somewhat lightly on his slave's ass. Ron jumped more out of shock that pain. "Oh Merlin, this is really going to happened to me.' Remembering quickly he said "1. Thank you Master Draco for correcting my behavior." Draco heard the tears in his voice but still went on. To Ron in his misery, Draco used no discernable pattern so he was always unprepared as to were the next blow would land. By the 8th spank Draco was using more force with each hit, Ron was barely holding on to his self-respect, how was he going to make it to 50? On and on it went At 25 Ron started howling, promising Draco everything if he would stop. By 38, Ron was no longer able to think much less count. Draco recognized this and decided that instead of staring over he would give Ron an extra hit for each one he missed. Since Ron stopped counting as 38, he would incur 13 more hits. At 45 Ron started to shake, he could no longer speak all he did was sob, moan and grunt. By 50 Ron was just a wreck and on the 63rd spank Ron screeched out, Draco expected this since that last hit had quite a punch to it.
Draco knew that he might seem cruel to do this to the Weasel but he hoped that the boy would learn something from this. Draco looked down at the boy across his lap that was crying and shaking.
Draco examined his ass, there were no blood, but he doubted if Ron would be comfortable sitting on it anytime soon. Nonetheless, he gathered the crying boy into his arms and held him, Ron seeking comfort, even if it was from the boy that caused his dilemma, held on to Draco like he was the last person left. It was as if Ron crying was emptying out of his soul, getting rid of the anger, pain and resentment. After about 30 minutes of this, he quieted and Draco looked down and saw that the boy was in a deep and peaceful sleep.
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DarkFledgling: Thanks I would like to think were are both great writers and that we will both get better with our writing.
Trillion: Thank you for reviewing, I hope I can live up to your expectations, keep you reading and reviewing.