Title: Pieces Of You

Author: Miarae

Summary: Lavender and Ron in the Hospital Wing.

A/N: I've been real busy with writing my thesis and getting a doctor to operate on my wrist again. Finally someone is saying that perhaps something can be done about it. I'm getting my wrist operated on the 11th of January. That's in four days!

I watched her. The sun had already set, and the room was dark. Moonlight danced upon her pale face. Parvati had sat with me for almost the entire evening, until finally Madam Pomfrey had ushered her out. I don't know why she'd let me stay, but she had. And here I was. Looking at the girl I had made fall in love with me. I stroked her hand, wondering what on earth had happened to her. I had tried asking Madam Pomfrey but she wouldn't tell me. She'd muttered a whole lot though; so it must be bad.

I don't know why I didn't leave. I guess I felt responsible somehow. So I stayed. I stayed until even Madam Pomfrey had gone to bed, and I stayed long after the stars had appeared. I waited. And I thought. About me, about her. About him. About how he made me feel. He had run off this afternoon, and I still didn't understand why. Thinking back of that moment I felt a shiver running down my spine.

What's this game we're playing?
Should I stick around for more?
Snap your fingers, I'll come running.
Leave again when you're bored
with me.
I'll make it easy

I don't know why I got that song stuck in my head, but it seems to fit me down to a tee. I had tried running, I had tried hiding, but still he had found me. There was no escaping him. And maybe I should just stop trying all together. Maybe this…whatever it was, was supposed to be. Meant to be. I sighed, focusing myself on Lavender again. Was what happened to her also meant to be? I couldn't stop thinking of the letter I had read. Maybe all things weren't up to chance, maybe everything was mapped out in front of you and all you had to do was travel the road. It was a scary thought, and I tried to dismiss it immediately.

This facade that I'm stuck with
Has got me wondering

Part of me wished that I had never slept with her. I had hurt her in a way I hadn't thought myself capable of. Maybe I wasn't so much different from Draco. I mulled things over and over in my head, still looking at that peaceful face of hers. Her breathing was slow, but steady, and I kept stroking her slender fingers, which felt so cold it nearly frightened me. Suddenly I felt a soft squeeze, and when I looked up her eyes were open. She smiled at me, but I could see it cost her a lot of energy. I wanted to say something, anything, but she shook her head. I tried to smile back at her.

It took her almost an hour to gather enough energy to tell me what happened. I had stayed silent the entire time, just looking at the girl I hurt. And still, she was smiling at me, like she didn't know or feel the hurt. We were still holding hands, and in any other situation it would have been awkward, but right now we both needed something to hold on to.

"Draco." She whispered and I nearly choked. Draco? Did he do this to her? I felt fury coursing through my veins but forced myself to stay in my seat and listen to her story before doing something foolish.

"He...hurt me. He said I was pregnant. He made it go away."

Made it go away? Wait, what...pregnant?

I stood up, finally releasing her hand for the first time in hours. She had been pregnant? I would have been responsible for a baby? This couldn't be happening...I am only seventeen! But it wouldn't be happening. Draco had made sure of that. Why? I couldn't understand why he'd care enough to do anything; unless he had meant to hurt her as a means of getting to me. Would she have wanted this baby? Would she have been ready to be a parent? Or did he help her?

Thoughts kept racing through my head and I took a step back before suddenly bolting. I know it wasn't the most sensible or kind thing to do right now, but I really needed to be away from her. I needed to understand. I needed to see him.

So I made my way down to the Slytherin Dormitory, not even thinking once of what I would do once I'd gotten there. It was hard to breathe, and I felt confused.

Just tell me how you want me
and I'll be naked, stumbling
Just to get a reaction, any signs of love

Draco, Draco, Draco. It kept hammering in my head, humming through my veins. He was in my blood. In my body. I'd never get rid of him. Oh Merlin, I can't breathe. I collapsed against a wall, trying to catch my breath but feeling as if I was being suffocated. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I rested myself against the wall, the only stable thing, the only thing I could depend on right now. I needed to talk to someone, to tell how bad I'd been screwing up, but I couldn't. My friends wouldn't understand. They would never accept this monstrosity, this screwed up relationship I was having. And how could they, if even I didn't understand?

And there he was. As if he'd been waiting for me, knowing that I'd show. He walked up to me and I collapsed into his arms. I didn't care about anything anymore. I didn't know what to do, I only knew that I couldn't stay away from him. I knew that it was wrong, on so many levels, but I was so tired of fighting. I wanted to fight him, I wanted to kill him, but I knew I couldn't. I knew that whatever he had done to my friends, whatever he would do, I couldn't stop loving him. And it scared me.

He held me. Gently. He steadied me as my body trembled like a leaf. Whispering things in my ear that neither of us cared to listen to:

I'm not running, I'm not hiding
But if you dig a little deeper, you will find me

I begged him to make me understand. I begged him to let me go, to destroy this thing that was between us. His voice sounded hoarse as he told me that he wouldn't, that he couldn't. I tried reasoning with him, but he wouldn't listen. I tried to get angry with him, but I was so tired.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch my skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, you have me

He soothed me with harsh words and I finally let go of all shame, of all the self-control I had convinced myself I had. I let go and plunged in deep, not knowing if I'd come back up for air.

Review please!

I know, dark chapter, but Ron is really exhausted from everything that has happened today and lately. There will probably be two more chapters, unless inspiration hits me and I come up with something more to torment them with. There's one thing you must know about my writing though, I am usually the one who finishes stories with a new beginning, instead of continuing until the story dries out.