Disclaimer: Only J.K. Rowling owns the rights to Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy...oh, yeah and Harry Potter too. Can't forget about that one. Um. No sue fic author?
Warning: Slash, male/male, and some stupid guy violence.
Every time Ron thought about what Draco did to him, he got more and more angry. He was sitting in his hospital bed, brewing in his own fury when the blonde Slytherin plowed through the doors of the Hospital Wing, papers stacked high in his arms. He trotted over to Ron's bed and dropped the papers on his side table. One paper slid off of the pile and landed on Ron's arm. Draco picked it up, and was about to put it on the pile when he saw Ron shaking, his face flaming red with a fiery outrage.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!" Ron roared, luckily there was no one else in the Hospital Wing, even Madam Pomphrey had left for her lunch break.
"Weasley, it's just a piece of paper. It didn't even give you a paper cut..."
"I MEAN BEFORE!!"
"Well, I was a little bit angry. I should have left you and that pillow alone, but I thought when I brewed the antidote, I did it wrong..."
"BEFORE THAT!!"
Draco was panicked. There was no way Ron could have known already. The effects were supposed to happen slowly... Draco quickly set his panic aside and went into full on 'I-Am-A-Pureblood-And-I-Practically-Came-Out-Of-The-Womb-Knowing-How-To-Lie-Properly' mode.
"Weasley, I don't know what you are talking about."
"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Ron said, lowering his voice slightly, only slightly. "You... what you did! To me! And the spells! Why would you do that?! I could have you arrested, you would be-"
Draco put a hand over Ron's mouth. "Weasley. You are hallucinating, alright? You have had a potion-gone-wrong in your system, then you had an extremely potent antidote, you've been knocked out for days, and Madam Pomphrey is keeping you on all kinds of medicinal potions. You are under a lot of stress. You are imagining things. Now, I won't take offense that you just threatened me, simply because I know you are sick, but accuse me like that again, and I will make your life hell. Am I clear?" Draco hissed with a fierce intensity.
Ron paled and nodded, Draco's hand still covering his mouth. When Draco lifted his hand, Ron spoke, his voice soft. "I'm sorry. You're right. These potions are really messing me up. It just all seemed so real."
In a rare moment of weakness, Draco's hand covered Ron's. "It's alright. Hospitals are never fun. We all deal in different ways."
The boys sat in an awkward silence for about a minute before Draco cleared his throat and went back to his calm, cool persona. "So, Weasley. I finished taking all of the notes and started on an outline for that essay..."
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Draco left the Hospital wing, walking through the doors in a calm an leisurely manner, and continued through the corridors before stopping outside his normal sanctuary. Upon closing the door behind him, he dropped all the papers he was carrying and let out a frustrated yell.
"What the hell am I doing?! Lying to him? Again?! He's going to kill me! No. No!! He can't find out! Ever"
While doing this, he kicked and hit anything that happened to be in his way. Which included the stone wall. This time yelling in pain, he gripped his wrist to steady his now shaking and battered hand. From the quick swelling and odd indenture of his knuckle, he knew something was broken.
"Damnit! Perfect! Just what I needed!" he grimaced, dreading going back to the Hospital Wing he had only left an hour or so ago. Time flies when you're throwing a fit.
Straightening his spine and pushing back the hair that had fallen out of its normally sharp style with his uninjured hand, Draco left the room and made his way back to the Hospital Wing...hoping that Ron was once again unconcious.
When he reached the double doors, he carefully opened one of them, poking his head in slightly, checking to see if Madam Pomphrey was in. He most certainly was not trying to be sneaky and hide from Ron. Absolutely not.
Although it helped that Ron apparantly was asleep again.
'Ha.' Draco thought, not questioning why he should feel so triumphant about finding a sleeping teen.
Quietly, Draco made his way to the office in the back of the room and knocked lightly on the door, wincing at his stupidity when he used his injured hand to do so.
"Yes, how may I- Oh, Mr. Malfoy, were you coming to ask about Mr. Weasley?" the matron asked, when she opened the door.
"Actually, no, Madam Pomphrey. I've just recently injured my hand, and was hoping you'd heal it for me." Draco managed to say, without flushing when he remembered why he'd injured it in the first place.
"Of course, Mr. Malfoy! Come on then, let's take a look at it." she tsked when his hand came into view. Pointing silently at one of the beds, she went to her potions supply and took out a small vial. Returning to Draco, she quickly and efficiently healed his hand with just a few waves and flourishes of her wand.
"Drink this, it's a mild pain-reliever to help ease the soreness of your hand. Whatever you did, try not to repeat it." she scolded even as she gently took care of him, "Now, go on then, you're all finished up. I don't want to see you in here for at least another day!" With that, she went back to her office, seeing as the only patient currently in, was Ron and he wasn't in need of anything at the moment.
Draco, glanced at the slightly ajar office door, before walking up to Ron's bed. Looking down at the other, Draco was once again overcome with how...younger and relaxed Ron seemed while asleep. Before he could stop himself, he brushed away some of the hair that had fallen into the red head's face as he slept. Looking at his traitorous hand, Draco backed away and turned to leave, only to stop at the quiet sigh and soft voice from behind him.
"Hmm, Draay-ko...s'nice. More?" He looked over his shoulder to see that Ron was still asleep, but talking. And talking about him.
Draco couldn't help his curiosity. He walked back over to Ron's bed and sat in the chair next to it that he had become very familiar with these last few days. He listened carefully to Ron's sleep-mutterings.
"Mmmm Draco..."
Draco raised his eyebrow. Wow.
"Do you like me Dracoooo?" Ron muttered
"More than you know, Weasley." Draco mumbled to the sleeping boy.
"Youuuu... kiss... like an angel."
"So do you, Weasley. So do you."
Ron's eyes popped open. "So what spell did you use on me Draco?"
"You... you were..." For the first time in his life, Draco didn't know what to say.
"Awake, yeah, Malfoy. What spell did you use on me?" Ron's voice was low and impatient.
"You already know what it was, Weasley." Draco said, defeated.
"I need to hear it from you." Ron's voice cracked, desperate and heartbreaking.
"No you don't." Draco mumbled, ashamed of himself for the second time that day.
"Draco..." Ron's voice became darker and darker.
The last thing Draco remembered was stars exploding in front of his eyes as Ron's fist connected solidly with his nose as he spoke the word.
"Obliviate."
A/N: More!! I know, right? (p.s. this is ivysnowe, racheesi's fellow authoress and resident 'Obliviate' beta and fangirl I post her chappies cuz her comp is being fail at that lol) I read what she wrote and went "Ooh! Ron was awake and busted him so hardcore it's not even funny!" Really, I did. Via the AIM. lol. So, join me in my fangirl (or fanboy if you're...a boy)-ness and comment and love!