Title: Pieces Of You
Summary: Ron somehow broke their magical connection. But what happened to Draco? He seems sick...and why is Ron hearing Draco's voice in his head?
Disclaimer: Because I want people to think I'm sane I'll just say I don't own Draco. Happy now?
Draco's voice. In his head.
I'm going crazy, Ron Weasley thought. Mental.
But deep inside he knew that he wasn't going nuts. Draco needed his help. Desperately, by the sound of his voice. Should he go back? Now that he was finally free? Draco had abused him, threatened to hurt him, and now he should go back? No way...
He slid his tongue over his lip, feeling the stinging pain where Draco had bitten. He was probably just trying to get him back to have his revenge. Ron shuddered. What would Draco come up with? What if he tied him to the bedpost again and this time had his way with him? He shuddered again, but this time it was disgust mingled with excitement. He couldn't deny that he wanted to know how it felt. Sex. With another man. But he didn't want it with Draco! He loathed Draco!
Yet his feet carried him back to where he had come from. He ignored his heart that pounded heavily in his chest and reasoned that it couldn't harm him to check out why Draco sounded so hurt. In case of emergency, he still had his wand, and he'd be ready to use it whenever he sought fit.
The door squeaked. Ron bit his lip again, whincing when he felt the pain. Peering through the tiny crack he could vaguely distinguish a figure lying on the ground. Motionless.
Shit.
He ran inside, forgetting about the hesitation he had felt before. Something had happened to Draco! Something bad by the sight of it! Suddenly his feelings of loathing vanished and a pain flared up inside of him. Anger. Fear. What if...
What if something bad had happened?
What if it was his fault?
What if he would die?
What if...
He swallowed a sob and kneeled besides the still unmoving Draco. His body was covered in bruises and what seemed to be some kind of boils. He didn't care, and put his hand on Draco's cheek.
"Draco"
He softly said.
"Come on Drake...wake up"
Draco didn't move. Didn't wake up. Barely breathed.
Ron pointed his wand at the body and whispered a healingcharm.
It didn't work.
"Come on Draco...you'll be alright...wake on...wake up!"
His voice began to sound a bit hysterical, but he managed to count to ten and breathed in and out for a few times.
"Calm down Ron. You can fix this...you just have to..."
Find Poppy! That's it! Find Poppy! Or Dumbledore! They would certainly know what to do!
Ron got up and quickly walked towards the door when he suddenly heard Draco's breathing stop. Scared that Draco would die right here in front of him he walked back towards the motionless body and sat down again, clenching his fists. What could he do?! He couldn't walk out. What if Draco died while he was getting Dumbledore?
He cried out of frustration.
"Dumbledore! Poppy! Help!"
When nobody came and the room was silent, save Ron's own erratic breathing, tears threatened to spill. This was his fault! His fault! If he hadn't run off then Draco would be fine! Now he was dying and there was nothing he could do about it!
Oh Ron don't be daftA voice, Hermione's voice, sounded in his head.
You know what to do. I taught you what to do. Artificial respiration.
Oh yes. Of course. Artificial Respiration. Easy. All he had to do was lower his lips onto Malfoy's and...
What?!There was no way in hell, no way that he would...ever...do something like...but Malfoy looked so pale. Even paler than usual. He wasn't breathing, hadn't been for the last minute or so. He would have to do something to make sure Draco wouldn't die today. So if that meant...
He sighed, before taking a deep breath and lowering his lips onto Draco's. This wasn't supposed to be erotic. It was supposed to be functional. No kissing, just breathing. Easy. When their lips touched Ron felt a weird twinge inside of him and he had to focus on his breathing.
After ten minutes Malfoy still didn't seem to be breathing. Ron listened to his heart, his head lying on Draco's chest in a mockery of intimacy, before breathing into Draco's mouth once more. After a few breaths he slightly lifted his head and looked at Draco's peaceful face. His hand had somehow ended up stroking Draco's silvery hair and he looked at the eyelashes that seemed to caress his pale face. Eyelashes that suddenly moved to reveal beautiful grey eyes. From this distance they weren't so much grey as silvery. As silvery as his hair. Ron wondered why the colour surprised him. His eyes were so beautiful from up close.
Wait a minute...his eyes...Draco's eyes...
Ron stumbled backwards, breaking the eyecontact and blushing furiously. Draco, who was still covered in bruises and boils, slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"What the..."
"Don't worry"
Ron heard his own voice saying in a cold and sarcastic tone.
"I wasn't forcing myself on you if that's what you think"
"No wonder...I look hideous"
Ron looked up again, to see Malfoy looking at himself with disgust.
"What happened to me?"
"I don't know"
He answered truthfully.
"I think it's because I broke the connection..."
"Great...you do something stupid and I get punished for it...look at me! I look awful!"
"You look fine Malfoy"
He meant it. Even covered in boils Draco still was beautiful. He felt his heart flutter as he realised what he had admitted to himself. He thought Draco to be beautiful. It didn't mean anything though, right? He still hated Draco, no matter how happy he had been to see those eyes again.
Malfoy raised one eyebrow.
"Seems like breaking the connection made you go insane Weasley"
Draco snickered, then suddenly went into a coughingfit. His whole body seemed to shake and Ron watched him anxiously.
"Can I get you some water?"
Draco looked up and shook his head before coughing again until his voice sounded hoarse.
"No. Just take advantage of the fact that we're no longer connected and get the hell out of my room"
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