For everyone who has sent review about Draco being to mean, That's just the way he is... It's not my kind of story if everyone gets what they want.

This chapter kind of reveals the more artistic side of my writing. I don't know if you guys are fans of that but after the disappointment of my last chapter I'm sure it will be much appreciated to see that I really can write.

I just pust a revised version of chapter 5 up so if you dont read that one this chapter wont make sence.

Ron-

Behind closed eye lids he dreamt. Not the kind of dreams that any one of us would dream, not the ones filled with landscaped of brilliantly bright colors and imaginary sounds beating at an eardrum. It was simply black. As if the switch in his mind that allowed him to produce sensational shades of the world surrounding him had been switched off with a dull click.

A sterile scent was welcomed by his nose, and despite the smell of scrubbed toilets and washed linens his mind refused to produce an image as it lazily let him glide through the world of black walls it had created for him. Almost suddenly white words bleed into the walls as they entered his ear and floated into his mind and onto the sheet of black that covered his glistening blue eyes.

"No I will not leave." Said the voice distastefully as if drifted through the maze of the red heads mind. Instantly he saw the owner of the words that had made there home in his thoughts. His eyes snapped open.

A blinding light shone in his face from the window directly in front of his bed in the hospital wing. It was the complete opposite of his dream world, everything was scrubbed white as fresh fallen snow. His head gave a terrible thump, banging its fist on his skull. As the words that had embedded themselves into the black walls blended into the white of his surroundings the quit murmur of the conversation next to him grew louder.

"He Needs rest Mr. Malfoy, and you need to find yourself a class room before I call Dumbledore." Said Madam Pomfrey sternly as she shifted her weight onto her other heel, the clicking of leather on wood causing Ron's head to throb painfully.

"Oh bother," Began Draco undoubtedly crossing his arms across his brood chest. "Looks like I'm in for a chat with the head master."

Ron had become curious, craving to see Draco luminous skin and shimmering hair. He turned his head, straining every muscle in his neck as his head pounded murderously at his skull. His eyes met with Draco's. He was filled with color, drenching Ron's senses in reality. Ron lifted the corners of his mouth to form a misshapen smile. The blonde smirked, before winking reassuringly at Ron.

"Look Madam, He's finished resting. Wide awake that prat is." Said Draco impatiently as he pointed a bony finger in Ron's direction. She didn't move from in front of him. Ron could see impatience radiating off the blonde, his aura jittering in annoyance.

He quickly pushed the concerned nurse to the side, gliding over to Ron's bed as a swan on the sleek tops of a lake.

"That's it Draco, you'll be hearing from the Head Master." She shouted angrily from behind the Slytherin. Draco turned his head, his hand resting on the side of Ron's painfully white sheets. "Oh give it a rest Pomfrey!" spat the blonde irritably. The nurses face went ridged, as if she had been slapped in the face by a giant wooden paddle. She stared at Draco with narrowed eyes, a gleam of disgust coating there deep hazel color. Ron was drinking in the shades of human, his senses becoming more agile.

Madam Pomfrey quickly exited the room with her nose extending to the ceiling and heels clicking angrily at the freshly mopped floor. Ron directed his attention back to Draco who was watching him with a glimmer of concern hidden deep in his facial feature.

"What the hell do you think you're doing scaring me like that?" sneered the blonde. Ron's smile instantly disappeared, dropping to a look of confused and bewilderment. He didn't remember how he had gotten here. He felt as if a part of him were missing, a big piece of his puzzle stolen by the bully of the neighborhood.

The feeling buzzed inside him like annoying mesquiteo that was impossible to swat. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he reminisced on his whereabouts of the night before, all the while Draco's eyes were burning into his skin branding the red heads every thought.

"What happened to me?" asked Ron as he stared ahead of him, for some strange reason avoiding the blondes eye contact.

He could feel annoyance pressing through silver eyes. "Pomfrey wouldn't even let me in to see you let alone tell me what kind of adventure you've gotten yourself into this time." Began Draco leaning back in his chair "I came here to find out from you."

"That's all you came here for? You didn't come to see how I was doing maybe?" said Ron offended by Draco's last statement, he turned his head to see the Slytherins gorgeous facial features up close.

"That too." Said Draco waving his hand arrogantly. Ron glared, knowing as well as Draco that it wouldn't do any good. Somewhere beneath all the rage bubbling furiously inside the pit of Ron's stomach hurt bloomed like a blackened flower. Ron managed to spit a couple words out in his distress.

"Well I don't remember." He said slurring his words together in frustration. He looked back at his sheets his head hanging like a frame on a wall, the picture of a dying flame worn and tiered from its tedious mission of seek and destroy.

"Not good enough Weasel, try again.." Snapped Draco with a quick raise of his eyebrows, a flash of lighting across a cream colored sky. Ron snapped his head back to a position were his eyes could connect with Draco's. They stared at each other for seconds which soon turned to minutes. Draco's velvet eyelashes slowly closed over his cloudy eyes as he blinked. Ron could feel Draco's famous Malfoy impatience kicking in, the red head subconsciously narrowed his eyes to slits. A voice interrupted their silent war.

"Mr. Malfoy, is there any particular reason you are here?" said the Headmasters voice floating throughout the silent room as rose petal in the wind. He stood in the door way the usual twinkle in his eye, his hands folded into themselves and rested lightly on his stomach.

Draco sighed, his frozen eyes glancing irritably at the ceiling before he turned his head to acknowledge Dumbledore's presence.

"As a matter a fact there is." He said in mock joy before straightening himself from his chair.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to leave, You know how Poppy is.. always looking out for the studen-"

"I want to know what happened." Stated Draco icily interrupting the headmasters thinking aloud.

"And you'll find out soon enough" said Dubledore ushering Draco to his side.

The blonde stared at the elderly wizard hesitation and pride emanating from his perfect posture. He scoffed indignantly "Fine" he spat his facial expression giving the impression the word had tasted bitter.

A hint of a smile crept its way across Dumbledore's wrinkled face as he placed a hand on Draco's shoulder steering him out of the hospital wing. The Slytherin looked back and Ron clicking his teeth as if warning that the conversation was from being finished. A chill ran down the red heads spine, he knew Draco would have his way. He always did.

Ron's legs were itching to move as if poison ivy were embedded in his skin. He sat up in his bed; white hot needles poking at his head. He straightened himself standing on his feet, his weight distributed unevenly on his right side. His legs were weak as an infants provoking a feeling a drowsiness.

He waddled over to the bathroom his head throbbing and knees hassling him endlessly. He reached the sink after having to stop a few times. Turning the sliver knob, cool water rushed out tinkling in soft symphony as he slid his hands under the man made water fall. He smoothed the water onto his face sighing happily at the relief it provided him. With a quick turn of the knob the red head had ended a concert of soft singing voices. The water dripped lightly from the faucet as Ron looked in the mirror for the first time since the night before.

His eye's widened.

His brilliant red hair was matted and frayed as an old birds nest, his eyes sunken in and painted with a natural shade of blue circling light red of his lashes. His lips were cracked as desert ground, and the color of the white of his eyes. His freckles seemed to have disappeared under the shade of pale green that was draped across his usual cream colored complexion.

A single thought floated through his head, a remembrance of pain. Pure pain. He shuddered trying to shake off the very memory of the feeling itself.

But he knew he had to remember now... He didn't know why... But he just had to.

Draco-

He sat back on one of Dumbledore's couches, drumming his foot on the oak floor as the headmaster rustled his papers carelessly glancing over his spectacles occasionally.

"Are you going to tell me what happened or am I going to have to sit here am as old as you are?" hissed Draco, his impatience getting the better of him yet again.

Dumbledore paused glancing up at the blonde with an ominous twinkle in his periwinkle eyes. "But of course!" he said placing his papers aside and folded his hands together gracefully.

"We found Mr.Weasley this morning around 8 or so laying by the edge of the forest. Upon arriving there we heard a rustle in the bushes and found a hooded man fleeing from the proximity of Ron's unconscious body." Said Dumbledore before pausing abruptly noticing as Draco shifted uncomfortably.

Draco's eyes had widened subconsciously, his Adams apples swelled to a melon as he quickly averted his gaze from the headmaster. A feeling of deep disgust rose from his stomach as he grit his teeth holding in chunks of his anguish.

"Do you happen to anything about this?" questioned Dumbledore casually waving his hand as swatting an imaginary fly.

Draco's crystalline eyes flicked back to his headmaster as heat rose from his hands consuming him like a drug. His nostrils flared at the quick intake of breath fueled by his anger at the last statement Dumbledore had made.

"What are you implying?" Demanded Draco rubbing angrily at the inside of his left wrist were, hidden by Hogwarts robes, lay the dark mark etched into his nearly perfect skin.

"I'm not implying anything Mr. Malfoy. Was I not the one that helped you appease your father as well as yourself? I know very well you are not caught up in the war, and know as well as you do that the mark on your arm in not genuine. Unfortunately you come from a family that has a heavy background of dark arts. I was simply wondering if your father had a plot against Mr. Weasley." Said Dumbledore calmly proceeding to pet his blood red phoenix.

Draco's stomach churned, what would his father want with Weasley? The blonde had already pulled the wool over his fathers eyes by pretending to get the disgustingly hideous fake mark on his arm to gain his approval, what he didn't know could never hurt him.. Or Draco for that matter. If it wasn't one thing it was always another. Then again it might not even be his father.

"Is that all you know?" asked Draco anxiously leaning forward in his chair as if the motion would help him hear Dumbledore's reply clearer.

"Well, Snape suspects that a new kind of dark curse was used on Mr. Weasley. A sort of mix between the Imperio curse and a memory charm, perhaps even a bit of crucio."

Draco froze, he snapped his head from his latter position of looking at his feet to Dumbledore. His heart skipped a couple beats being replaced by fierce hatred for dark arts. How dare they mess with something that is rightfully owned by Draco.

"I have to go." Said Draco promptly before grabbing his bag and swiftly exiting the beautiful office of his own headmaster.

He stared ahead as he stomped the halls of the ancient castle looking straight ahead and paying no mind to wandering students. Once he reached the enormous door of Hogwarts he pushed them open with brutal force, his robes billowing dramatically against the sudden wind.

He strode over to Hagrid's hut, breathing in a short snorts of fury through his nose. He stopped at the small pit, it was only big enough to fit a few pieces of parchment. He pulled out his was pointing at the hole in the ground that would serve as his sort of punching bag.

"Engorgio" he spat the word causing his emotions to flow like a fierce river. His breathing became deep shaking as his sanity was as he watched the small pit grow to a good sized hole. Water leaked into his eyes, he clenched his fists refusing to let the anger get to him.

He ripped his school robes off after placing his books and things on the grass, the shades of green tickling his school things. He stood with his robes in his hands, glaring at the them as he gritted his teeth mercilessly. He averted his gaze and searched for the tin bucket that would help him get his rush.

He spotted it near the garden, he had seen it sitting there before and was always tempted to use it but, unlike now had boundaries. After retrieving the red tin bucket he splashed the foul smelling liquid over the black robe and watched as the shade of night bruised in shimmering brown liquid. His robes lay there drenched in sweet smelling liquid fire resembling a corpse, wrinkled and distorted as if broken bones.

He picked up the robes. The thick brown liquid coated his hands as he slammed the black cloth into the pit, his eyes watered again as he gritted his teeth fiercer then before.

He stared at the robe, tears of anger rolling down his cheeks in a steady stream. He couldn't control his breathing. He felt he wasn't getting enough air and sucked it in helplessly as he rubbed his gasoline covered hands on the grass.

He pulled out his wand, his hand was shaking from his strained breathing. This made him seethe with rage, that someone could make him cry was not only enough but to make him weak was going to far.

"Fuck you." He whispered

"Inflamo"

The mountain of opaque darkness exploded in to vibrant color. The heat swirled around Draco as fallen leaves in the wind. He fell to his knees watching as the flame danced and spun around the pit. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so powerful, so enormous.

The flame had reached the height of Hagrid's cabin. With the peak of its size Draco's anger had reached an all time high,

"FUCK YOU!" he screamed at the pile of cloth the flame was devouring with every second, he imagined it to be his father. He smirked to himself as he sat on the grass swaying his body in the direction the flame moved, watching and waiting for it to calm.

He promised himself something. If they laid so much as a finger on Ron, he would fucking murder anyone who had to do with it... Fucking murder them. He was Draco's and they would leave him the alone... For their own sake.

(a/n: leave your thoughts... be nice!)