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This is the revised version... More stuff happens... If you don't read this chapter you wont get the next one.
Draco-
"Is there any reason why you have to treat me like I'm scum?" asked Ron, his voice wavering like a tree bending in the brutal storm.
He stood in front of Draco with the crinkled parchment in his hand, his eyes radiating a feeling of frustration. Draco leaned back in his chair, a smirk creeping across his face like ink spilled onto a fresh sheet of paper.
"Yes there is." He said massaging the arm of the chair with his finger tips. The green embroidery tickling the rough skin around his nails.
"Well..?" asked Ron, his frustration growing to glowing anger. Draco watched as the red head riled himself up, an aura of white heat formed around his frame. His cloths hanging loosely on his body begging to be slipped off. Draco smiled. He wasn't going to make it that easy.
"Because you are scum." Said Draco languidly watching as Ron's body tensed in fury. His chest rose and fell frantically as if he was trying to breath in some composure.
Draco lifted himself off the chair, the sound of his heels clicking against the wooden floors filled the room like a thick lullaby. Ron's began breathing through his nose as he clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes glaring murderously at the spot near the top of the ceiling. He stood rooted to the spot. Draco circled him, his silver eyes scanning every inch of the lanky red head.
With in a blink of the eye Draco had grabbed Ron's shoulders and slammed him against the wall. He quickly pulled the sleeve of his robe and pressed his left wrist against Ron's face with brutal force.
"couldn't wait to get a good look could you?" said Draco loosing his usual calm satire as he pressed his wrist further into Ron's face hearing the red head whine in agony and his nose crunch sickeningly.
"You had to send the little Creevy shit to take pictures so you could show them off your friends, did you?" He said, a line of crimson ran down Ron's chin, Draco continued to press his arm against Ron's face despite his bloody nose.
"Take a good look Weasley, because if you keep meddling in my business this will be the last look you'll get." Said Draco removing his wrist from Ron's face were it had been firmly implanted. Ron's chin was covered in thick red which was leaking slowly from his nose. He gapped at Draco's arm scanning were the smooth skin was interrupted by a dark mark. THE Dark Mark.
"I don't know what your talking about," began Ron frantically as he stared at the mark on Draco's left wrist in horror his milky skin whiter than normal as his eyes multiplied to orbs of fright.
Draco grit his teeth, "Stop playing stupid," he snapped "I wont hesitate to give you another broken bone." Said Draco slamming his fist's on both sides of Ron's head.
"Don't send the stupid little Hufflepuff to do your dirty work.." said Draco in a deadly whisper "You want a picture? Take it yourself!" he said once again slamming his wrist into Weasley's face, smashing his head against the wall.
"Malfoy stop!" Yelled Ron from under Draco's arm, the blonde grabbed a hand full of red hair and pulled his head back causing to very different shades of blue to connect. Ron's eye were pleading, expensive sapphires glistening with pain.
"I don't remember anything, all I remember is that I was watching you in Hagrid's class and pulled up your sleeve to scratch your arm and I blanked out." Said Ron as he closed his eyes which had been watering with pain, the blood on his chin had begun to dry and crack and a small purple patch was forming around his eye were Draco had forcefully held his arm only seconds ago.
Draco's eyes narrowed. A fire lit in his stomach heating his body with something a little more intense than rage. His fingers tingled as his grip subconsciously tightened on the Gryffindor's hair.
"Do you really think that I'm going to believe this junk?"
"All I remember after that was this sick movie that keeps playing in my head, there's smoke and a burnt hand and a man in cloak loitering outside the edge of a forest."
Draco's grip loosened. He glared at the red head before pushing him against the wall again. The blondes face was inches from Ron his forehead pressed lightly against Ron's.
"Is this some kind of joke Weasley? Do you know who the fuck you're messing with?" yelled Draco as he shook the red head furiously, his blonde hair had freed itself from its usual slicked back do and hung above his eye brows commenting his murderous glare.
"How could I make this up you sod? I can't tell you what I did because I don't remember." Draco could see that Ron was becoming angry, that he was finding the courage to defy the blonde like a servant before his termination. Pure anger radiated off Ron's body glowing brightly like burning embers. He had no place to talk to Draco like that, he needed to be put back in line... and Draco knew just how.
"No you fucking don't" said Draco before accosting Ron's lips with his own banging his head onto the wall. Their tongue's battled, teeth scraping and lips bleeding. Ron reached up and grabbed Draco's hair yanking it mercilessly as Draco bit down on Ron's lower lip. He gnawed at the pink skin until Ron ceased. The Gryffindor pushed Draco away and hastily peeled his shirt off and desperate for Ron's ashy skin Draco helped peel off his pants.
"Were are those pictures?" asked Draco in between rough touches and kisses
"There in my dormitory, I'll bring them to you tomorrow." Said Ron impatiently pulling at Draco's belt buckle. The blonde smacked his hand indignantly. He was in charge, he was going to have a say at to when he could take his own pants off.
There body's mingled, pink lines left behind on Draco's back from Ron's cat like nails. Sweat seeping from the two boys as their breathing became heavy and low like the wind pressing through a gigantic cave. Bite marks left on thighs, necks, and shoulders as if branding one another.
All the years of hate, anguish, pure undying rage built up to the height of sensuality as the boys groaned, spitting unimaginable insults at each other, their hands roaming the skin that kept them from being closer.
Swaying back in fourth as rough waves hugging a rocky shore. The smell of skin and sweat filling the room, the incense of lust. Clenched teeth and sunset bruises. Just the way Draco had wanted it.
Ron-
An alarm went of in his head, buzzing and jerking like a murderous bumble bee. Without any thought Ron's feet found themselves a cold wooden floor. His hands reached for the pictures of Draco's arm the sat merrily on his night stand. In a trance like state Ron waddled over to his closet pulling out his night black cloak. A dim voice whispered in his head like a room when everyone is talking, a low buzz like the flapping of wings.
He tucked the pictures into his pants that were held on by a draw string and set off for his unknown destination. His feet carrying him, having a mind of there own as Ron stared off into the distance.
He reached the doors of the great hall and pushed them open with little effort, his bare feet imprinted the grass outside Hogwarts, tiny strands caressing his callused toes. He walked towards the edge of the forest, the voice in his head suddenly growing louder and more distinct like the sun emerging from a cloudy day.
Closer...
It whispered softly. There was a man, in a black cloak standing just outside the forest. His hands twisting and bending uneasily. His long dirty finger nails scraping the top of his skin. Ron edged closer, without any hesitation. He had lost all sense of boundaries. The man who had seemed so minuscule from afar grew larger with every step. Towering over the red head like the Hogwarts castle would over the lake.
A light breeze blew causing both cloaks to shudder against the frozen air of the night. The evening was dark as a black sheet, no stars, no moon, nothing but Ron and the unknown man.
He approached the man without any caution. Standing in front of him as a dog waiting for its master to command. He could here the cloaked man breathing. Rattling like an irritated snake.
"Do you have them?" he hissed from behind the veil that hid his identity. The tone made Ron shudder, made his teeth ache, made his body ache.
"Yeah" said Ron reaching for the pictures.
"Excellent..." said the man reaching for the pictures. His hands were merely skin and bones complemented by a light shade of green hidden beneath the dirt that had embedded itself into his skin.
His nails were sickly yellow and thick as they scraped the top of the glossy picture of Draco's silk smooth skin. Fear struck Ron, paralyzing him as his throat closed and stomach churned. It was almost as if the control had been switched off.
"Just so you don't go blabbing." Said the man, in a low devious tone.
Ron's head exploded, pain shot through out it as if dozens of white hot needles were slowly gouging his insides out. He screamed, he couldn't hear himself against the high pitched nose emanating off of the images that were playing in his mind.
A flame was being held to the bottom of a wooden chair. The blue pearl in the middle draped in blues and yellows, pure heat. The wood caught fire, smoke sneaked upward longing to be as far as possible from the colorful air.
Ron screamed, the pain consuming his body like a sick drug, the sound scraping at his bones. The sights burning themselves into his mind. Then it stopped.
He feel to the ground, lifeless, dull. He laid there... His mind empty and hallow. No color, no scent, no sound... Nothing but white, not even that. Not even black, there was simply nothing as he laid in the cold nights air. Nothing.
A/N: I know I suck, I've had writer's block, its not that i didn't know what i wanted i didnt know how to put it in words... This chapter is poopy.. But i promise the next will be better... THE PLOT THICKENS! Review... now... or now... or even now... DO IT!