A/N: Did you like chapter 9? Yes, Cool ... No? Crud .. sorry =. This chapter will be short,too. Hope you like chapter ten! Thank you! =] -THeDoRKuLaToR-
Draco
I am not sure why it happened. I never wanted to have that be the way I get laid with Ronald Weasley. Harry was never a variable in all this. He had no importance at the beginning. I always wanted him dead. Now I'm fucking him? It's sick, twisted, but it was so great! I am lying in bed with Ronald Weasely and Harry Potter. And I know of a lot of people who always wanted to be in this position. HA! I laugh at them! Like so, HA!
Harry on my left, and Ron at my right. Harry slept facing the wall, not that he mattered too much to me. Ron slept with his arm around my bare chest, his head on my shoulder. I could feel his warm breath coming over me, warming every inch and giving me a tingling sensation. I decided to take my head down to his and kiss him passionatly in his sleep. He woke up and stared to kiss back. He kissed like no one I ever kissed before. It was all evened out, his toungue, his lips, the breathes. It was an amazing kiss.
'This is sick.' He whispered to me when we finished.
'What is?' I asked with my eyes closed, still tasting the kiss.
'What has just happened here.'
'How is it sick?'
'Your Draco Malfoy, I'm Ron Weasley.' He looked over my shoulder at the sleeping Harry and sighed, 'And that's Harry...'
I knew deep down he never wanted what happened, I knew he loved the precious Potter. Everyone always loved Potter, but never think that maybe I needed someone as well. So, I decided to take Ron away from Harry, that way I finally got what I wanted, what I needed. Screw everyone and everything else, screw Potter next to me, I had what I had been searching for, and no one, NO ONE was going to take him away again.
'What is your point?' He took his covers off and stood by the broken window staring out. I knew this all really bothered him.
'Draco, this... Let's just keep this a one time thing.' Ron said quietly, so not to wake Harry.
'But, why?' I was very annoyed at this point.
'I don't love you, Draco, I don't feel... ANYTHING for you, or ever will. You're... Draco Malfoy. You are not capable of love, or emotions at all. I love Harry...' This hit me like a ton of bricks. The fact that he said he feels nothing for me, or ever will...
'You don't know that.' I shot up from the bed and walked over to him.
'Oh, yeah? I've known you for fourteen years, Malfoy, I know your not cabable of anything.' He gave me a cold look and walked around me and back onto the bed and held Potter close to him.
'This may be true, but still, you haven't seen me for six of those fourteen years... how do you know I haven't changed?' I retorted and sat next to him. I tried in a subtle way to make him let go of Potter, but he wouldn't.
'Well, have you?' He gave me this look as if to say, 'There is no way in hell you changed, you bastard.'
'I..well, I have. Don't you see that I have?' He let go of Potter and sat up looking at me.
'Well, maybe... But I don't see it, Philip Magus!' He gave me a grimace and lied back down with Potter. I understood then that I was not wanted anymore, but there was no way I was going to leave withouth Ron.
Neville
Hermione and I stayed in a backroom that the Weasley had in the back of their shop. I tried to sleep but Hermione kept mumbling to herself and tossing and turning.
'Hermione, what's the matter.' I put my hand on her shoulder making her jump.
'Neville, you scared me.' She put her hand on her chest and panted. She was covered with sweat and seemed out of sorts.
''Mione, you know you can talk to me. I'm here for you.' I kissed her cheek lightly and patted her hair down.
'I know, I know. It's just.. I've been thinking about what happened back there.'
'What? With those three? Hermione, they gave us all the information we needed to find Ron. I mean, I don't know what we are going to do to find Harry and Malfoy, but at least we'll have Ron.' I gave a little smile.
'No, not that. I know that. I mean, back at the apartment. Nick. I mean, what happened over there? Did the police show? Are they looking for us? Is... is he really... dead?' She gave a quiet little snob.
'It will be okay, Hermione. As long as we're here, they can't find us, we're safe, we're fine.' I wrapped my arms around her to console her more.
'No, Neville. We are NOT safe, we are NOT fine. We are being hunted down by Death Eaters, and we are probably being hunted down by cops for murder, we may have just jepordized Ginny and the Twins' life! We are NOT safe, we are NOT... fine.' She gave me a angered look and threw the sheets off of her walking over to the small window watching the snow fall.
I understand what she means, but just because it is so, she shouldn't bury her mind in it so complete and get lost in a world of negatives. There are bright sides to this all, that what I think about. If I think of the negatives, I'll give out, but the positives make me believe there is still hope, but she can't see that. Maybe not fully at the most part. I wish I could help her understand but she has been living in this dark place in her mind, where everything that can be good is only seen as bad. At least, we found each other, that helped, but, her mind is still elsewhere. Always thinking, never sleeping, always about the bad.
[I know this chapter is pointless, but it really tells you about how the characters feel and feelings have a lot to do with this story. Sorry I haven't updated in so long... writters block as you can see with this bad chapter]
Draco
I am not sure why it happened. I never wanted to have that be the way I get laid with Ronald Weasley. Harry was never a variable in all this. He had no importance at the beginning. I always wanted him dead. Now I'm fucking him? It's sick, twisted, but it was so great! I am lying in bed with Ronald Weasely and Harry Potter. And I know of a lot of people who always wanted to be in this position. HA! I laugh at them! Like so, HA!
Harry on my left, and Ron at my right. Harry slept facing the wall, not that he mattered too much to me. Ron slept with his arm around my bare chest, his head on my shoulder. I could feel his warm breath coming over me, warming every inch and giving me a tingling sensation. I decided to take my head down to his and kiss him passionatly in his sleep. He woke up and stared to kiss back. He kissed like no one I ever kissed before. It was all evened out, his toungue, his lips, the breathes. It was an amazing kiss.
'This is sick.' He whispered to me when we finished.
'What is?' I asked with my eyes closed, still tasting the kiss.
'What has just happened here.'
'How is it sick?'
'Your Draco Malfoy, I'm Ron Weasley.' He looked over my shoulder at the sleeping Harry and sighed, 'And that's Harry...'
I knew deep down he never wanted what happened, I knew he loved the precious Potter. Everyone always loved Potter, but never think that maybe I needed someone as well. So, I decided to take Ron away from Harry, that way I finally got what I wanted, what I needed. Screw everyone and everything else, screw Potter next to me, I had what I had been searching for, and no one, NO ONE was going to take him away again.
'What is your point?' He took his covers off and stood by the broken window staring out. I knew this all really bothered him.
'Draco, this... Let's just keep this a one time thing.' Ron said quietly, so not to wake Harry.
'But, why?' I was very annoyed at this point.
'I don't love you, Draco, I don't feel... ANYTHING for you, or ever will. You're... Draco Malfoy. You are not capable of love, or emotions at all. I love Harry...' This hit me like a ton of bricks. The fact that he said he feels nothing for me, or ever will...
'You don't know that.' I shot up from the bed and walked over to him.
'Oh, yeah? I've known you for fourteen years, Malfoy, I know your not cabable of anything.' He gave me a cold look and walked around me and back onto the bed and held Potter close to him.
'This may be true, but still, you haven't seen me for six of those fourteen years... how do you know I haven't changed?' I retorted and sat next to him. I tried in a subtle way to make him let go of Potter, but he wouldn't.
'Well, have you?' He gave me this look as if to say, 'There is no way in hell you changed, you bastard.'
'I..well, I have. Don't you see that I have?' He let go of Potter and sat up looking at me.
'Well, maybe... But I don't see it, Philip Magus!' He gave me a grimace and lied back down with Potter. I understood then that I was not wanted anymore, but there was no way I was going to leave withouth Ron.
Neville
Hermione and I stayed in a backroom that the Weasley had in the back of their shop. I tried to sleep but Hermione kept mumbling to herself and tossing and turning.
'Hermione, what's the matter.' I put my hand on her shoulder making her jump.
'Neville, you scared me.' She put her hand on her chest and panted. She was covered with sweat and seemed out of sorts.
''Mione, you know you can talk to me. I'm here for you.' I kissed her cheek lightly and patted her hair down.
'I know, I know. It's just.. I've been thinking about what happened back there.'
'What? With those three? Hermione, they gave us all the information we needed to find Ron. I mean, I don't know what we are going to do to find Harry and Malfoy, but at least we'll have Ron.' I gave a little smile.
'No, not that. I know that. I mean, back at the apartment. Nick. I mean, what happened over there? Did the police show? Are they looking for us? Is... is he really... dead?' She gave a quiet little snob.
'It will be okay, Hermione. As long as we're here, they can't find us, we're safe, we're fine.' I wrapped my arms around her to console her more.
'No, Neville. We are NOT safe, we are NOT fine. We are being hunted down by Death Eaters, and we are probably being hunted down by cops for murder, we may have just jepordized Ginny and the Twins' life! We are NOT safe, we are NOT... fine.' She gave me a angered look and threw the sheets off of her walking over to the small window watching the snow fall.
I understand what she means, but just because it is so, she shouldn't bury her mind in it so complete and get lost in a world of negatives. There are bright sides to this all, that what I think about. If I think of the negatives, I'll give out, but the positives make me believe there is still hope, but she can't see that. Maybe not fully at the most part. I wish I could help her understand but she has been living in this dark place in her mind, where everything that can be good is only seen as bad. At least, we found each other, that helped, but, her mind is still elsewhere. Always thinking, never sleeping, always about the bad.
[I know this chapter is pointless, but it really tells you about how the characters feel and feelings have a lot to do with this story. Sorry I haven't updated in so long... writters block as you can see with this bad chapter]