This was written via request of my little sister.It isn't my best work, but I am not all that into Harry Potter, but she begged. Plus she promised to draw me a picture if I wrote this. Should I leave this as a one shot or do you guys want more? If anyone wants me to try and scrape out a couple more chapters,I will try eventually.


Calm down, he told himself, it is just a dark alley nothing to be afraid of. This was a lie. During a time, when people were being killed in their homes, to say you had nothing to fear from a dark alley-in the middle of the night-was pompous. The red head shoved his hands deeper into his trouser pockets and hurried along the cobbled street. His mother would kill him if she knew he was out here by himself. What with you know who back and all. Still, he thought to himself grumpily, she is overprotective. I am a man now!

A crash caused him to jump and look around in a panic. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go for a walk after all. To his relief, a couple of stray dogs ran past him. Ha ha ha, see? Nothing to be afraid of. Yet eyes lurk in the dark. For some reason, tonight, the alley seemed longer and narrower. Just my imagination Then he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. His heart pounded and his hands shook. It definitely was not a good idea to be out here. In the dark-alone.

A cold, pale hand, gripped his shoulder and he cringed in fear. The bony hand dug into his shoulders like a blunt knife. And he found he could not breathe. Roughly he is turned around, eyes meeting familiar eyes. He blinked once, twice, hand instinctively going to his wand. Wordlessly, it is knocked out of his grasp. He opens his mouth to scream and is hexed into silence. Quivering with fear, he can only stare helplessly at the blonde before him.

The blonde smiled at him, pushing him against a brick wall. Body too close for comfort.

"Hello Weasley." The blonde sneered in a voice that was hollow. So unlike, his usual snobby drawl. To Ron, it almost seemed as if Draco was no more than a soulless body.

"Malfoy!" Ron hissed in his mind. Despite what Harry had told him about Malfoy being forced to assassinate Dumbledore, Ron still wanted to see the bastard torn to pieces. Draco continued to stare at Ron with his dead, empty eyes. His body slowly coming closer and closer to Ron's until it was pressed up against him.

His body had wasted away to nothing. What once was a handsome, thriving young man, who could steal the hearts of any girl, was now an empty bony shell of a wizard. His skin was pale, no it was gray. His eyes empty and dead, dark shadows caused his gaunt face to look worse. A twinge of pity flooded through Ron. Perhaps, Harry was right, perhaps Draco needed saving.

Ron knew he could easily overtake the slytherine. Judging from his appearance, he would be easy to break. Yet, Ron found that he could not move, could not stop himself from staring into his enemy's eyes. And then, a flicker. A flicker of life in those cold dead eyes. Draco's dry lips cracked into what seemed to be like a painful smile.

"I've missed you, Ron." He whispered and leaned forward. Dry lips brushed soft ones for a fleeting moment. Ron could only stare after the Draco as he walked off into the shadows. Falling to his knees, Ron's chest moved rapidly up and down, his breathe finally returning to him. NO! His mind screamed, No! You let him get away! What were you thinking? How could you just let him walk away like that? He helped murder Dumbledore! Still he made no movement to follow the other. Only letting his fingers fly to his lips.


I apologize in advance for any mistakes pertaining to the story.