Time began to slow down dramatically as Ron neared Draco. It felt as if each breath he took was like an eternity. He tried to hold on just a couple more breaths to tell Ron how he felt.
As Ron neared him and sat beside Draco, holding his hand, he felt as if he were going to die with him. For a very long time Ron had liked Draco from afar. Always trying to hint off an ounce of likeness. "Obviously Draco never noticed", Ron thought to himself. By now tears were overflowing and his voice gone hoarse. He could barely even think let alone stay in the same room with the boy he'd been pining for, for so long. It pained him so.
"Don't Draco, just let me go get her, I can't let you die!" he said almost muffled by the thought of him actually dieing. "You can't die, your too young, and...and..." he tried to say "I love you" but nothing came out. He was hoping and wishing that he'd hang on and tell him finally when he'd get better.
"Shhhhhh...don't say it, I already know, I love you too", Draco said staggering for breath as he felt a surge of pain coming from his bloodied wrists. "For a while now, I've known that you fancied me, and I you. It's wierd how things end huh...".
"What! You knew, but I thought I hid it so well!" Ron bit his lip, ashamed at the fact he'd been given up. Draco must've just wanted to tell him at the right time. Obviously, this wasnt it!
"H-h-how did you...uh nevermind. What do you want me to do then? I can't just let you die here. Not after you found out how I feel about you and you me. I just can't Draco...PLEASE!" Ron said trying to hold back the tears unsuccessfully. He didn't know why he was even here. He should've just gone to get Madam Pomfrey.
"Look, I...I know I haven't been the..." at that precise moment Draco felt a sudden rush of cold numbness running though his body. It felt as if sharp needles were protruding through his already pale and fragile skin. He could barely breathe now, all that kept him there was what he'd wanted to tell Ron. By Merlin he was going to tell him.
"Draco please...you have to relax, you still might have a chance. Look whatever it is you want to tell me, it'll have to wait because i won't hear it 'til your safely in the hospital wing. At that moment Ron ran off in order to get Pomfrey. He ran like it depended on his life. He ran and ran feeling the stinging pain in his legs as if he were running a marathon.
"Just hold on a little longer Draco, please" he thought as he finally reached the double doors of the Hospital within Hogwarts.
Two floors down and a couple hallways away, Draco was losing his battle against death. At this moment he knew he'd made a mistake. He should've just coped with his feelings and pride and told Ron how he felt about him. Way before he even had the thought of hurting himself. Although if that was the case, he wouldn't have built up the courage to tell Ron at the risk of being humiliated. Here he was, lying almost motionless, a pathetic life he'd lived. Filled with fear, hatred a life he'd tried to improve but to no avail. As his last thoughts of how nice it would've been to love Ron the way he wanted to be loved and cared for the way he wanted to be, his heart stopped. A motionless Draco lay there with his steal grey eyes open filled with sadness and despair yet a hint of love in them. As if he'd finally understood what it'd meant to be loved.
"MADAM POMFREY...MADA-, oh sorry didn't see you standing there" Ron had finished saying before catching his breath. "You need to come with me, Dracos slit his wrists, please he doesnt have much time."
"He did What!" Madam Pomfrey said before quickly setting off to grab some healing tonic, bandages, and a couple Blood Pops to replenish some of the lost blood. "Goodness me Ron, hurry up! Show me the way, WE MUST HURRY!"
As Ron quickly darted out of the Hospital wing, noticing though that his legs were numb and didn't know how he'd been doing it. A couple tears escaped Rons glassy blue eyes at the thought of not reaching Draco in time. "What if he dies? How can I live knowing he loves me and I can't do anything about it!", he thought to himself before blasting through the door to the Prefects bathroom.
"Oh no! Were to late!". Ron fell to his knees at the sight of a motionless Draco. He felt as if his insides were being ripped apart slowly in an agonizing motion. His worst fear had come true.
"Get a grip, I'm sure i can do something about this..." Madam Pomfrey said as she moved around Ron who had taken residence in the middle of the bathroom floor.
Ron watched her kneel beside Draco and tap his wrists three times with her wand whilst muttering an incantation.
"His wounds, their healing", Ron said startled by the mere fact that his wrists could've been mended by a simple "Aid" charm. He watched Madam Pomfrey cure Dracos ailments languidlly as if he'd been watching mermaids and men dancing so briscally in the water.
Madam Pomfrey yet again tapped her wand on Draco yet this time around the area where his once beating heart now lay dorment. At that moment Draco gasped for air. He began coughing an upsurd amount.
"You did it, oh Draco..." Ron ran towards Draco and hugged the other boy barely letting him breathe. This time he would never let him go.
"Mister Weasley, if you please, he needs space right now. Help me take him to the Hospital wing." she said.
As they neared one of the beds in the Hospital wing Madam Pomfrey hurriedly went towards the office to get a couple more supplies to relax the pain in Dracos wrists.
"Don't leave, I dont want to be alone", was the last thing Draco said before passing out.
"Don't worry, I won't" Ron said hushedly in Dracos ear.
"I'll never leave."