BROKEN
Author: Nox (goddess_nox@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They belong to Rowling and Scholastic. However, this fanfic does belong to me. Please don't steal. Please don't sue.
A/N: First off, I'd like to give a big THANK YOU to my reviewers. Thanks so much!! ^_^ And don't worry, this won't turn into a R/Hr. Secondly, this is a long chapter in which only about two things of significance happen. I'm not sure if I like how this is turning out. Review and tell me what you think!! Please, please review!! ^_^
WARNINGS: This story contains slash. (Boy + Boy = LOVE) Meaning, a homosexual relationship.
/...../ Denotes thought or dream sequence. _ABCD_ Denotes Emphasis. ****Marks scene change.
Part Three:
Unless it was a very warn and sunny day, or a Quiddtich game was going on, strolling around school grounds was not considered a favorable pastime.
The ground was muddy and unpleasant from recent rain. Ron had to struggle to lift his tennis-shoes from the sticky muck as he walked. But he didn't care. He'd rather be out here, battling mud, than inside where it was comfortable and quiet. He could _think_ in comfortable and quiet places, and he didn't want to think.
The cold, numbing wind was a welcome thing.
Ron stopped walking. He began rubbing his hands together furiously, trying to get some feeling back into them. He was standing near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a large tree to his right shading him. He stepped away from the shaded area and moved into the sun. It didn't make much of a difference.
"Ron."
The redhead almost jumped at the voice, but didn't. He tensed up, his fists clenching and his eyes narrowing. He didn't turn to look at the intruder. "What do you want, Draco?"
"Ron I.....," the blonde trailed off, sounding lost and unsure. Ron, even though not looking at the teen, could picture Malfoy perfectly. Platinum hair blowing in the wind, robes flowing, icy eyes, and breath coming out in clouds due to the cold. "Can I talk to you?"
"Sure," said Ron. /No guarantee I'll listen,/ he thought smugly.
"Will you _listen_ to me? Come on, look at me Ron."
/Why should I listen to you? Why?/ Thinking this, eyes still narrowed, Ron turned to face Draco. He knew he should've been storming off. He knew he shouldn't give the Slytherin the time of day, but he couldn't help it. He was curious. Draco hadn't talked to him, had hardly even _looked_ at him since that day sixth year. Why was he here now? What could the blonde possibly have of importance to say to his ex-"boyfriend"?
/Probably here to laugh in my face or something. The bastard. The Death Eater bastard./
There was a long silence. Draco could've been trying to decide what to say, but, mostly, it looked like he was studying Ron. Ron became nervous at this, and fidgeted. Draco's hand shot up and touched the redhead's shoulder, before quickly retreating. It was hardly anything. Just a light touch.
Ron stepped back, teeth grinding. "What do you _want_?"
A deep breath, and then the blonde began to speak. "Listen Ron, about sixth year, there's something you've got to understand. I didn't _want_ to hurt you. I had to. I mean, uh..."
As amusing as it was to see a Malfoy stumbling over words, Ron almost immediately stopped listening. He stood there, pretending to take it in, but didn't listen. Okay, so Draco was apologizing. Sort of. So what? What did that mean?
/It means he's not a Death Eater. It means he's just a plain old jerk./
The belated apology only confirmed what Ron had known in the back of his mind all along. Draco wasn't a Death Eater. He hadn't "gone out" with Ron in order to spy on the Boy Who Lived or anything like that. After all, how could he be a Death Eater, when he'd helped to _capture_ a servant of Voldemort just two years before? Of course, that servant had gotten away, and this whole apology thing could just be part of a huge, evil, conspiracy.
Ron, however, seriously doubted all this. The redhead had, after all, been quite intimate with Draco for about a year. He knew the blonde, at least a little bit.
Eyes scanning the grounds, Ron spotted Hermione walking along the edge of the lake. A young boy was with her. From a distance the student looked something like a younger version of Viktor Krum. Ron felt a pang of hurt at this. Not because he was jealous, or because he felt any more than a brother-like love for Hermione, but because he realized he couldn't remember the last time he, Hermione, and Harry, the former Famous Trio, had spent an afternoon together.
"Dammit, Weasley, are you listening to me?!"
Ron, who had always been known for his short temper, grew suddenly angry. "No _Malfoy_," he said, putting a strong emphasis on the teens last name. "I'm not listening to you. I don't have to listen to you. You _broke_ up with _me_. You tore my fucking heart out, and now you're trying to apologize? Fuck you. You're not getting my forgiveness. Leave me alone."
And with that, he turned to walk away, leaving Draco standing alone, mad, and hurt.
Ron wasn't surprised that the thought of a hurt Draco pleased him.
*****
Harry Potter was mad. It was only the first day of seventh year and he'd already fought with his girlfriend and gotten into trouble with Snape. "And now my shoes are muddy."
It had started that morning, while he was walking Cho to class. "Did you do your summer assignments?" He'd asked this just to make conversation. Of _course_ she'd done her assignments. She was, after all, a Ravenclaw. She'd looked up and opened her mouth to answer. Her eyes had taken him in, and that answer turned into a cry of despair. Before Harry knew what was happening, the girl was bawling.
"What is it?" He was slightly irritated. The girl seemed to always be in tears.
"It's just, every time I look at you now Harry. I can't help but think of Cedric. I don't know why. I just can't help it." She'd run off then, leaving Harry feeling guilty.
He tried not to think about Cedric. He blamed himself for what had happened to the teen.
The day, then, had continued fairly normally. Potions, his last class of the day, had been the only exception. Snape had yelled at him for one thing or another. Harry had been yelled at by Snape so many times, however, that he couldn't for the life of him remember what it had been about.
After classes the bespeckled boy had decided to pay a visit to Hagrid. He'd braved the grounds only to find that Hagrid wasn't home. Thinking that perhaps the huge man was somewhere in the forest, tending to his horrid creatures, Harry was now walking just far enough in the forbidden forest that his view of the grounds was blocked by vegetation.
"....there's something you've got to understand. I didn't _want_ to hurt you. I had to. I mean, uh..." It was Draco's voice. Wondering who the Slytherin scum was talking to, Harry, who had always been a great eavesdropper, stopped walking and strained his ears to listen.
"I'm sorry. I can't tell you why I had to do it. I just had to." Draco paused a second before resuming his babbling.
/Probably talking to Pansy./ Bored, Harry turned to leave.
"Dammit, Weasley, are you listening to me?!"
/Weasley? What is he doing to Ron? If he's bugging Ron I'll...do something that jerk won't enjoy. Yeah. Something./ So he wasn't the greatest threat maker. So what? He was still a _great_ eavesdropper.
"No _Malfoy_. I'm not listening to you. I don't have to listen to you. You _broke_ up with _me_. You tore my fucking heart out, and now you're trying to apologize? Fuck you. You're not getting my forgiveness. Leave me alone."
Harry heard Ron walk away. Daringly, the bespeckled boy peeked through the thick vegetation. He saw an unkempt Draco Malfoy staring at the fading figure of Ron. "I didn't _want_ to hurt you," said the blonde softly, before looking at one of his hands in an almost loving way. With a sigh, the Slytherin left.
The Boy Who Lived was too shocked and confused to think much of anything. He stumbled out of the forest, his mouth hanging open, his eyes on the dark speck that was Ron.
Author: Nox (goddess_nox@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They belong to Rowling and Scholastic. However, this fanfic does belong to me. Please don't steal. Please don't sue.
A/N: First off, I'd like to give a big THANK YOU to my reviewers. Thanks so much!! ^_^ And don't worry, this won't turn into a R/Hr. Secondly, this is a long chapter in which only about two things of significance happen. I'm not sure if I like how this is turning out. Review and tell me what you think!! Please, please review!! ^_^
WARNINGS: This story contains slash. (Boy + Boy = LOVE) Meaning, a homosexual relationship.
/...../ Denotes thought or dream sequence. _ABCD_ Denotes Emphasis. ****Marks scene change.
Part Three:
Unless it was a very warn and sunny day, or a Quiddtich game was going on, strolling around school grounds was not considered a favorable pastime.
The ground was muddy and unpleasant from recent rain. Ron had to struggle to lift his tennis-shoes from the sticky muck as he walked. But he didn't care. He'd rather be out here, battling mud, than inside where it was comfortable and quiet. He could _think_ in comfortable and quiet places, and he didn't want to think.
The cold, numbing wind was a welcome thing.
Ron stopped walking. He began rubbing his hands together furiously, trying to get some feeling back into them. He was standing near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a large tree to his right shading him. He stepped away from the shaded area and moved into the sun. It didn't make much of a difference.
"Ron."
The redhead almost jumped at the voice, but didn't. He tensed up, his fists clenching and his eyes narrowing. He didn't turn to look at the intruder. "What do you want, Draco?"
"Ron I.....," the blonde trailed off, sounding lost and unsure. Ron, even though not looking at the teen, could picture Malfoy perfectly. Platinum hair blowing in the wind, robes flowing, icy eyes, and breath coming out in clouds due to the cold. "Can I talk to you?"
"Sure," said Ron. /No guarantee I'll listen,/ he thought smugly.
"Will you _listen_ to me? Come on, look at me Ron."
/Why should I listen to you? Why?/ Thinking this, eyes still narrowed, Ron turned to face Draco. He knew he should've been storming off. He knew he shouldn't give the Slytherin the time of day, but he couldn't help it. He was curious. Draco hadn't talked to him, had hardly even _looked_ at him since that day sixth year. Why was he here now? What could the blonde possibly have of importance to say to his ex-"boyfriend"?
/Probably here to laugh in my face or something. The bastard. The Death Eater bastard./
There was a long silence. Draco could've been trying to decide what to say, but, mostly, it looked like he was studying Ron. Ron became nervous at this, and fidgeted. Draco's hand shot up and touched the redhead's shoulder, before quickly retreating. It was hardly anything. Just a light touch.
Ron stepped back, teeth grinding. "What do you _want_?"
A deep breath, and then the blonde began to speak. "Listen Ron, about sixth year, there's something you've got to understand. I didn't _want_ to hurt you. I had to. I mean, uh..."
As amusing as it was to see a Malfoy stumbling over words, Ron almost immediately stopped listening. He stood there, pretending to take it in, but didn't listen. Okay, so Draco was apologizing. Sort of. So what? What did that mean?
/It means he's not a Death Eater. It means he's just a plain old jerk./
The belated apology only confirmed what Ron had known in the back of his mind all along. Draco wasn't a Death Eater. He hadn't "gone out" with Ron in order to spy on the Boy Who Lived or anything like that. After all, how could he be a Death Eater, when he'd helped to _capture_ a servant of Voldemort just two years before? Of course, that servant had gotten away, and this whole apology thing could just be part of a huge, evil, conspiracy.
Ron, however, seriously doubted all this. The redhead had, after all, been quite intimate with Draco for about a year. He knew the blonde, at least a little bit.
Eyes scanning the grounds, Ron spotted Hermione walking along the edge of the lake. A young boy was with her. From a distance the student looked something like a younger version of Viktor Krum. Ron felt a pang of hurt at this. Not because he was jealous, or because he felt any more than a brother-like love for Hermione, but because he realized he couldn't remember the last time he, Hermione, and Harry, the former Famous Trio, had spent an afternoon together.
"Dammit, Weasley, are you listening to me?!"
Ron, who had always been known for his short temper, grew suddenly angry. "No _Malfoy_," he said, putting a strong emphasis on the teens last name. "I'm not listening to you. I don't have to listen to you. You _broke_ up with _me_. You tore my fucking heart out, and now you're trying to apologize? Fuck you. You're not getting my forgiveness. Leave me alone."
And with that, he turned to walk away, leaving Draco standing alone, mad, and hurt.
Ron wasn't surprised that the thought of a hurt Draco pleased him.
*****
Harry Potter was mad. It was only the first day of seventh year and he'd already fought with his girlfriend and gotten into trouble with Snape. "And now my shoes are muddy."
It had started that morning, while he was walking Cho to class. "Did you do your summer assignments?" He'd asked this just to make conversation. Of _course_ she'd done her assignments. She was, after all, a Ravenclaw. She'd looked up and opened her mouth to answer. Her eyes had taken him in, and that answer turned into a cry of despair. Before Harry knew what was happening, the girl was bawling.
"What is it?" He was slightly irritated. The girl seemed to always be in tears.
"It's just, every time I look at you now Harry. I can't help but think of Cedric. I don't know why. I just can't help it." She'd run off then, leaving Harry feeling guilty.
He tried not to think about Cedric. He blamed himself for what had happened to the teen.
The day, then, had continued fairly normally. Potions, his last class of the day, had been the only exception. Snape had yelled at him for one thing or another. Harry had been yelled at by Snape so many times, however, that he couldn't for the life of him remember what it had been about.
After classes the bespeckled boy had decided to pay a visit to Hagrid. He'd braved the grounds only to find that Hagrid wasn't home. Thinking that perhaps the huge man was somewhere in the forest, tending to his horrid creatures, Harry was now walking just far enough in the forbidden forest that his view of the grounds was blocked by vegetation.
"....there's something you've got to understand. I didn't _want_ to hurt you. I had to. I mean, uh..." It was Draco's voice. Wondering who the Slytherin scum was talking to, Harry, who had always been a great eavesdropper, stopped walking and strained his ears to listen.
"I'm sorry. I can't tell you why I had to do it. I just had to." Draco paused a second before resuming his babbling.
/Probably talking to Pansy./ Bored, Harry turned to leave.
"Dammit, Weasley, are you listening to me?!"
/Weasley? What is he doing to Ron? If he's bugging Ron I'll...do something that jerk won't enjoy. Yeah. Something./ So he wasn't the greatest threat maker. So what? He was still a _great_ eavesdropper.
"No _Malfoy_. I'm not listening to you. I don't have to listen to you. You _broke_ up with _me_. You tore my fucking heart out, and now you're trying to apologize? Fuck you. You're not getting my forgiveness. Leave me alone."
Harry heard Ron walk away. Daringly, the bespeckled boy peeked through the thick vegetation. He saw an unkempt Draco Malfoy staring at the fading figure of Ron. "I didn't _want_ to hurt you," said the blonde softly, before looking at one of his hands in an almost loving way. With a sigh, the Slytherin left.
The Boy Who Lived was too shocked and confused to think much of anything. He stumbled out of the forest, his mouth hanging open, his eyes on the dark speck that was Ron.