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Ron - I don't love you

Ron watched nervously as Malfoy began walking out of the room with Dumbledore. "We're not done Potter" he sneered in Harry's direction. "And neither are we" Ron felt his knee's go weak and his face flush red at Draco's words. Just as Malfoy and Dumbledore reached the door, their professor stopped abruptly (almost causing Malfoy to walk into him and receiving a very angry look) "Actually Ronald, would you mind coming too?" he asked pleasantly. Ron stared open mouthed at his Professor, fuck. Did he know? Shit, shit, shit. The red heed felt panic prickling red hot at his ears. He turned to give one last forlorn gaze at his bespectacled friend before slouching out the room behind their headmaster and the ferret.

As they reached the stone gargoyle, the Gryffindore began to feel increasingly more nervous. He wondered how the conversation would begin, perhaps Dumbledore would be subtle and kind, or perhaps he'd get straight to the point. Ron imaged the look on his mothers face when she received the owl telling her, her youngest son had been kicked out of Hogwarts for being gay. Fuck. He could hear her shrill voice screeching in his head about responsibility and priorities. Then his father would try and talk to him about it, being all "caring" and "understanding. Percy would probably want to make a club. But jesus, Fred and George would be a nightmare. He shuddered to think of it. "So Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley I'm sure you're both wondering why you're here" Ron hadn't even noticed he'd entered Dumbledore's office, and had no memory of how he got there. Looking around in a daze his gaze caught Malfoy's and he swiftly moved his head away terrified of eye contact. Instead he focused on the room he had entered, and each shrivelled and wise face staring at him from ancient frames upon the walls, every delicate and complex device ticking and whizzing and spluttering away, the large cushioned chair behind the long wooden desk and the two smaller comfortable looking ones placed adjacent to it.

"Take a seat" Dumbledore said pleasantly, gesturing to the two chairs in a sweeping movement of his arm. Ron sagged into the nearest chair to him, noticing for the first time how heavy his body felt. He looked up cautiously as Malfoy sat gracefully, folding his legs with a look of distaste on his face. Smug sexy bastard.

"I suspect you're both wondering why I've called you here?" Dumbledore's tone was light and carefree. "Mr. Malfoy it is your fathers wish that you return home immediately." Ron felt his body clench. "But, if Malfoy went home then… he wouldn't be here" Ron struggled with the concept. "Very clever Weasel" Malfoy spat, his tone a painful cut to Ron's self esteem, didn't he care that he'd never see him again? Hadn't he been the one to say they weren't done? Ron rose angrily, causing both student and headmaster to stare. "No." Ron stated matter of factly. Malfoy's fingernails dug in to the arms of the chair, he stared at the floor. Ron's heart leaped as he saw the pain in Draco's face. Was it that bad at home?

"You arm please Draco" Ron jumped at the sound of Dumbledore's voice. He turned to look at Draco, and saw him staring back at Dumbledore in horror. Ron blushed profusely as Malfoy's gaze fell upon him. But instead of the harsh stare he was so accustomed to he saw only a terrified realisation. Ron watched as Draco stood, shaking he noted, and began to roll up the sleeve on his left arm. He felt a jolt of pain run through his body and fell back into his seat. Keeping his eyes on Draco's arm he stared, and the dark mark stared back at him.

"Just like I thought" Dumbledore sighed. "Mr. Malfoy I would like to ask your permission to defy your fathers orders and keep you here in Hogwarts, protected." Draco nodded once, his eyes still locked on Ron.

"Are you disgusted?" Malfoy spat, Ron's face creased in pain at the harshness of his voice. Ron attempted to shake his head, but couldn't. He felt as though someone had put a stunning spell on him, he didn't even have the strength to remove the horrified expression from his face. "Ronald, I asked you here today because I'd like you to keep a very close watch on Mr. Malfoy here. It appears that if we don't comply and give Draco back, they will attempt to take him. He is no longer safe." Ron almost shouted out loud when the sound of crashing pierced the quite room. Draco had started to destroy the beautifully unique room; throwing and kicking anything he could get his hands on. Ron felt his eyes prickle, blinking in shocked surprise as he noticed the moisture leaking from Draco's eyes and steadily down his cheeks.

Dumbledore stood calmly and watched as Draco began to calm himself, before running from the room without so much as a look back at the boy who felt as if his heart were breaking.

Ron sat in amazement for a moment, before jumping to his feet and running from the room after Draco. He would not let it end like this. He would not let the beautiful, fragile boy escape from him. He just wouldn't! He raced down the corridor, unable to see or hear Draco anywhere. Ina panic he rushed over to a window and saw, in hope, the figure of a boy running out onto the grounds. Wishing as he ran that he could of stopped to admire Malfoy's graceful lope. Skidding round the corner he nearly ran head on into a bespectacled boy with black hair. "Harry" Ron gasped, clutching his side.

"Ron, what's going on. What did Dumbledore want?" Harry looking in shock at Ron's expression. "Harry… I'm sorry. Draco.. I-I've go to help! He needs me Harry. He needs me" Ron bent his head down and began to run, hoping to god he wasn't too late.

Ron reached the grounds, up ahead he say Malfoy walking. Thank god. "Malfoy wait!" he shouted and began to make his way towards him. "Fuck off!" Draco screamed back, Ron flinched but didn't give up. He ran now, desperate to help, to do anything. Grabbing Draco's wrist he forced him to look at him, surprised to see tears falling down his face. Their bodies pressed together Ron began to kiss every tear on Malfoy's face, it was unnatural for him to look so godly. So god damn beautiful. His lips moved unskilfully over every inch of face he could get,,, ending up on Draco's own lips. He kissed and sucked at Draco's lips, trying to somehow make himself closer to him than he already was. There wasn't a gap of space between the two shivering boys. Encasing Draco's petit frame in his own larger one he began to whisper. Anything to keep him form leaving. "It's ok" His voice thick with tears, "It's ok, it's ok" He felt Draco's mouth moving against his shoulder. "Fucking Weasel" Ron couldn't help the smile on his face. "It's ok…"