Title: Pieces Of You
Summary: Ron has found the letter Lucius has written to Draco. What will happen next?
Disclaimer: Sorry for the long wait. Again. My wrist still hurts plus I've been busy moving in with my boyfriend. My apologies.
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So this is why you've kept me close. This is why you have stopped hurting me and instead tricked me into liking you.
Ron sat back down on the couch, the letter crumpled up in his hand. He was shaking, head to toe. What could the Dark Lord want from him? How was he, Ron Weasley, important?
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Draco walking back in the room, only clad in a towel. He didn't notice the soft look on his otherwise neutral face, didn't see the flash of concern in those silvery grey eyes. He did not know that Draco felt torn inside, knowing after a quick glance that Ron had read the letter. He didn't realise that Draco was as clueless as he was. He just felt angry.
Angry and betrayed. Hurt. He felt the need to hurt someone. To hurt Draco. How? How could he do such a thing? Was he really that cold-hearted? Was the relaxed, laid-back, happy Draco just a façade? How could anyone be this good an actor?
As Draco moved towards him (perhaps to comfort him or to taunt him, he didn't know and frankly he didn't care) he couldn't ignore the burning sensation in his heart.
"This is all your fault!"
Ron stood up, his hands violently grabbing Draco's arms. His face started to match his famous Weasley-hair as he tried to force out words strong enough to describe his loathing.
"You...you are nothing but a servant to him! You grovel to your father and you expected me to grovel to you. Well let me tell you this...you may not have the courage to walk away but I do. I am not going to be used for some diabolical plan just because you think I love you. I despise you! I am not as weak as you predicted me to be, Malfoy. I can walk away. And I swear to god, I will. You will not have me. You will never have me!"
He released Draco, not seeing the red marks where his fingers had dug into the pale boys' flesh. It took all the self-esteem he had not to fall apart and cry, so instead he fled the room, crashing down on his bed. He did not feel pain. He did not feel heartbroken. He felt numb.
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"I did not know"
Draco stood in the doorway, his hands fidgeting with his robes. He seemed anxious. Scared. Ron did not face him.
"Don't bullshit me Malfoy. I should have known you were nothing but a slimy Slytherin git. How I ever could have thought you might be nice is beyond me. Knowing you, you probably cursed me into liking you."
Ron did not see the flash of hurt crossing Draco's face.
"Have it your way, Weasley. I could have warned you about what the Dark Lord had planned for you, but seeing as you obviously distrust me, it will be of no use."
The doorstep cracked. Ron felt from the emptiness he was suddenly feeling that Draco had left. His body was aching to stand up and follow Draco into the living room. He wanted to know. He needed to know. He had the bloody right to know! Draco couldn't gamble with his life, could he? Did those weeks mean nothing to the blonde Slytherin? Was he really that evil?
Ron shuddered. Perhaps he was.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but this is just a filler between the first part of the story (them chained together) and the second part (Voldemorts evil plan being executed).