Title: Pieces Of You

Summary: Ron loves Draco. Well, let's just say that's a surprise to everyone, including Ron!

Disclaimer: soon I will own the 6th Harry Potter book...I hope! I can't wait!

What? Ron thought to himself. How can...this can't be true!

He simply refused to believe it, though the words had been flowing from his mouth easily enough. He did NOT love Draco Malfoy. Loathe more likely. The spell had to have been malfunctioning or maybe it wasn't so much a truthspell as an I'm-telling-you-whatever-you-want-to-hear-spell. The question then remaining was why Draco would want to hear such nonsense.

Because nonsense it was. There was no way in hell he could ever love someone who was so opposite of everything he was attracted to. Someone who socialised with You-know-who (he didn't even dare to think his name) and used him as some sort of slave. A toy. Someone to practise on to get rid of his unwanted attraction to males.

Ron Weasley knew that people like Lucius Malfoy liked gay people about as much as they liked muggleborns and for a split second he almost felt sorry for Draco. Almost. But that still didn't mean he loved him! He didn't! He wouldn't! He couldn't!

"Is this true Weasley?"

Draco asked in his usual sneering voice, though there seemed to be a hint of another emotion in his voice. One Ron couldn't quite put his finger on. (But that could be because he had never heard this particular emotion in Draco's voice before – insecurity).

Ron didn't dare to look at him. He could easily imagine the smirk on Draco's face. The power-hungry predatory look in his eyes and that little part of his lip that curled up and seemed to mock him. I have power over you, that smirk seemed to say. I own your life now. I will never make you forget this day, forget these words. You're mine.

He did want to belong to someone but in his dreams it had never been Draco. Someone had always been there to look out for him. Someone who accepted him for who and what he was. Someone who wouldn't do anything he wasn't ready for. In summation: someone so definitely not Draco Malfoy.

And yet here he was and his supposedly true feelings had surfaced. He wasn't even sure what he felt, and if it could be qualified as love. Part of him hated Draco, for what he had been in the past, for his inevitable future. He hated him for the careless way Draco kissed him, totally ignoring his own feelings, or worse, enjoying the humiliation Ron felt. And yet he partly craved for it too. To feel wanted. Good enough. Whenever Draco touched him he felt disgusted but deep in the back of his mind he was thinking about it every time their lips weren't connected. Could you call that love? He thought it was crazy. Suicidal. Totally illogical and insane. But wasn't that exactly what love was?

"Look at me"

Draco demanded. Ron shook his head. Never ever would he dare to cast a look at Draco again. There would always be a little spark in his eyes because no matter how much Ron pretended, he would always know. If Ron would do his best to act like your normal teenaging-heterosexual-wizard Draco would know it was just that...an act.

And Ron would know that Draco would know...god what kind of a mess had he landed himself into this time?

"Please...look at me..."

Please? Since when did the ever so composed Draco Malfoy say please? He had never shown emotion or weakness before, at least not in his company. Except maybe that one time when he had received an upsetting letter from his father. Other times Draco simply seemed to put on a mask; he was never joyful, or miserable or simply just grumpy. Part of Ron wanted to break through the tough exterior, to find out what the true Draco was like. Could he really be more than the cold cruel Slytherin Prince?

He felt a hand cupping his cheek semi-gentle and saw Draco's silvery eyes staring intently at him, until he closed his eyes in order to avoid the question Draco's eyes seemed to be asking him.

"No" he softly mumbled "No no no no no".

What he was objecting to he wasn't sure of. Probably his hidden feelings that had suddenly surfaced quite clearly as Draco had stepped so close to him.

"Shh"

A thumb carressed his bottom-lip slowly, making him tremble. How could a simple ministration like that make him feel like an insecure little boy! His heart fluttered wildly in his chest, but he did not object to the subtle seduction.

Suddenly he felt hot lips pressing against his own in a very intimate manner. The kiss wasn't rough and forced upon him as it usually was, instead it was soft, exploring. A tongue darted out, begging for entrance rather than demanding it. Draco gave Ron every opportunity to pull away. But he didn't. No matter how much Ron tried to feel disgusted, he couldn't. Instead he felt turned on, incredibly turned on. A strong hand tugged at his shirt, silently begging him to step closer, to touch. He did. He stepped into Draco's embrace and opened his mouth ever so slightly.

A few seconds into the kiss Ron heard Draco make a weird strangled noise, which sounded awfully like a laugh. He froze, tried to get away, to escape.

"No"

Draco wouldn't let him go. He pulled Ron back into his arms, crashed his lips down on his once more. Ron felt the fluttering of his heart being replaced by fear. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He didn't want to be forced, again. Tears appeared behind his closed eyes as he tried to struggle free. Draco still had him wrapped up into his arms and no matter how he fought he still couldn't break free.

"Please"

Ron begged with tears in his eyes as Draco came up for air.

"Please don't do this...please..."

He wasn't sure why Draco suddenly listened to him. His silver eyes were stormy as they stared into his own and then his features softened. He seemed almost ashamed as he looked away and loosened his grip on Ron. Ron, who was breathing heavily, didn't step out of his embrace just yet. Instead he looked at Draco for a few seconds, quietly. It was almost as if he had suddenly understood something.

It was all or nothing now. If he kept silent Draco would draw back and things would never change. He'd feel guilty for a while but in time he'd try again. He'd take advantage of him again. Ron now knew that he couldn't let this happen. He'd have to speak up, even if it took him a great deal of courage to say what he was about to say.

He placed a hand at Draco's chest, looking at the fine robes for a second to gather his thoughts. When he looked up Draco was frowning, obviously confused about what was going on. Hell, he himself didn't even understand. He took a deep breath, looked Draco in the eye and said quietly:

"You don't have to force me, you know..."

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