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Chapter Nine


Harry made his way down the hall, contemplating what he was to do about this situation when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and he was tugged into an empty classroom. He found himself face to face with a blonde angel, lip to lip, breath to breath. The kisses started from his mouth and worked their way down his neck, biting here and there.

In a frantic voice, Harry whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this Draco... we need to stay apart a while.. we need..." But before he could finish his words were in Draco's mouth. He gave up fighting, he needed this, needed to be close to the one he loved. Needed Draco's kisses, needed Draco inside him.

When they finished, they gave a last panting kiss and left the empty room separately to make their way to their classes. Harry still intended to try and switch houses when all of this was over, oh how he hoped it would be over soon!


After his afternoon classes, he sat in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, pretending to study like everyone else. He was devising a plan to kill Ron. He hated that he had to do this, but he loved Draco and there was no other way. Love, it was still so hard to grasp that he as truly in love and that love was truly returned. He would do anything to save it.

When he returned to his dormitory that night, he was almost hoping for another note. Some kind of proof, but now Ron knew that he was onto him. They still had not spoken in months and avoided each other. He also noticed that Ginny had taken to spending a lot of time with her brother, more so than usual. Even she was taking his side.

Just as Harry was getting his thoughts ordered Hermione creeped in, and shut and locked the door behind her. "Harry," she whispered, "I know something is wrong. I can feel it, please tell me what's going on. Something very bad is happening here." She looked absolutely frantic.

"Hermione.. I can't. Please understand." Harry replied, he wanted to tell her so bad. He wanted to confide in her, he knew he could trust her, but Ron was her friend too and there was no way she could possibly understand his reasons for what he had to do.

"Harry, you must tell me. Something is eating away at you, I thought we were still friends." He had t o... he could not bear this secret anymore. He told her the whole story and before it was over she was holding him while he sobbed onto her shoulder.

She looked solemn. "I understand. I won't stop you, and I won't think any different of you. He must be stopped." Tears had welled up in her eyes and Harry knew how hard it was for her to betray Ron like this. But he was a mad-man now. He was not the same Ron.

Together they devised a cunning plan for Ron's demise. Harry was to leave him a note tomorrow night, saying to meet him at the owelery, he and Draco's spot. In the note he would convince Ron of his love for him and when Ron arrived, late at night Harry would kill him. Of course Avada Kedavra would be traceable through the ministry, so Harry would have to kill him some other way. His plan was to go in for a kiss, hold him tight, then push him off the roof of the owlery to his death. They knew it would work, it had to.


The next day was going quite normally, Harry's nerves would not get the best of him. He knew in his heart that this is what had to happen in order for he and his true love to be together.

He made his way to dinner that evening, intending to leave the note when he returned. Ron would find it while they were doing homework and no confrontation would be needed. Harry went and took a seat at his table beside Hermione. He was careful to avoid Draco's gaze, he did not want Ron to become suspicious. He would explain it all to Draco later, he would understand. Now Harry had to play the part. He turned to give Ron a few loving looks, to play the boy right into his hands. 'Dumb git,' He thought to himself.

Dean and Neville, who were sitting in between Ron and Harry got up to move to the end of the table to discuss Quiddich with the Colin Creevy. The space that separated Ron and Harry now closed in and they were right beside each other. Harry's hate for his ex-best friend welled up like giant lump in his throat. Ron looked over at him slowly and flashed a wicked smile, it was the same wicked smile that he had used when he killed Draco in Harry's last dream.

Harry did not know what had come over him, he could not wait another moment to see Ron, lifeless on the ground, just like he intended to do to Draco. Harry would not let his true love be taken away at any cost. He drew in a deep, rattling breath and grabbed his steak knife.

He looked into Ron's eyes, the eyes of the maniac who was once his best friend. The one who intended to kill his love, within the blink of an eye he gathered all his force and thrust his knife deep into the pit of Ron's stomach. He held there for a moment, everything slipped out of focus. The loud talking of the students and teachers became a faint murmur and then died out all together as Ron slipped off the bench and fell to the floor. He gasped as blood poured from the wound, covering his gray sweater and dying it crimson.

Harry was pale, he was speechless. No one in the room moved, everything was still and in slow motion. Then suddenly someone screamed, and the teachers came running. It took Harry a moment to realize that the blood-curdling scream had escaped his own lips. Ron looked over to him, blinked and drew in a long breath, this his limp and lifeless body relaxed against the cold stone floor. It was over.


A/N: This is not the end! STAY TUNED, you really don't want to miss what is next.