A series of Ron/Draco drabbles. All, pretty much, interconnected. Completely unbeta'd, as I seem to have lost contact with my beta, as of late. If there's anyone out there willing to beta for me, I'd be most grateful.

This fist drabble is in Ron's point of view. The next drabble will be in Draco's POV, and they will continue to switch as such. I may add more to this drabble series as the mood strikes me.


Two steps. Two steps to freedom. Do I take them? Or do I stand here, waiting for what is going to come. Oh, he knows what I'll do. He knows before I even make up my own mind. Rather scary, that; but nice too. Oh, so incredibly nice. But back to my original dilemma.

If I stay here... oh God, the posibilities... But will I be able to sit down tomorrow? Or walk, even? 'Cause yeah, I will need to be able to sit, and at least hobble around.

If I leave, though, sure I'll be able to walk, and be perfectly fine for tomorrow; but i'll catch hell for it tomorrow night. Maybe he'll make me go bare arsed for a week. Last time wasn't so bad. At least it was better than the time he cut off all contact completely for three whole days.

As I feel the soft satin slip over my eyes, I know i've waited too long. My choice has been made for me already. I really hope Hermione was able to get that pain relieving salve from Madame Pomfrey for me. She knows enough by now to not ask any questions.