Disclaimer: don't own-I think I've given enough reason why I should though.
I've been struck by yet another idea for another story about Draco and Harry-and Sirius and Narcissi. Don't ask, though I will write it at some point, so you'll get to read it. Now, how do you think Draco's going to react to very nearly being killed (I hope he doesn't stop talking again-that would be torture itself, I get as frustrated as Ron does when he can't get Draco to talk. So that emotions real enough) anyway. Read on, and let the love in and the healing begin.
The Other Way
I sat him on the sofa, he was trembling. I was at a loss. All my anger was gone. It had just vanished; there was no need for it anymore. Right, first things first. I needed to make sure he hadn't stopped talking altogether. That had been a stressful time the first time round, I didn't want to go through it again.
"Draco?" I asked softly, kneeling in front of him.
The robes twitched as his hands did and he looked at me, his face was that horrible splotchy colour people go after they cry, but his eyes were calm. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he didn't.
"Draco, come on, please talk to me." I pleaded. God I couldn't go through all this again, I was shattered enough as it was.
He just looked at me, and I felt my heart sink again.
"You…" he began, one arm came out of the robe and he rubbed his face, he was frustrated, very frustrated if I read that right. He looked at me, frowning, I could understand. He was trying to make sense of everything. "You came." He said finally.
I nodded. "Of course I came Draco."
"But why?" he asked, his eyes darted round the room, and he shifted nervously before he finally looked back at me. "Why did you come? How did you know? Why for me?"
"Because… just because Draco." I said. There was nothing else I could say.
"Because why? There has to be a reason. There's a reason for everything, so there has to be a reason. Why did you come?" he demanded. Fear had made him hysterical; he wasn't going to stop until I gave him a reason. That much was very obvious.
But I couldn't give him a reason. I didn't have a reason.
"Did you do it because you had to? Was it because of the job? Why. Please Ron, please just tell me." He cut himself off abruptly and sank back, sagging, head dropping. "I can't… I need to know. Please Ron." He looked back up. So uncertain, so dejected I just wanted to pull him into a hug.
Suddenly remembering what Ruth had said I manoeuvred myself onto the sofa and pulled him close. He was quiet, but his sigh told me he didn't know what to do, what to think, how to act. I took a deep breath, letting my fingers stroke through his hair lightly. I still couldn't answer him. I couldn't give him a reason. But right now reasons didn't seem important.
It was only later, after he had fallen asleep I realised that he'd said my name three times.
Short, yes, I know. But it gets the point across right? Review folks, I love it. There is more. We have to revisit all the characters that appeared in the story so far. The next chapter may be the last. I'm not sure-I've got the idea for an epilogue from Draco. Who knows.