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Warning: This fic contains, SLASH, Yaoi, male/male, if you don't like it, don't read the fic. Also, there is some naughty language as per usual
Ron heard a strange rushing noise in his ears as Draco admitted to using the Obliviate spell on him. He was pretty sure that he was the only one who could hear it though.
"Fuck, Ron, you hit my fucking nose!" Draco moaned in pain from his spot on the floor, "I can't believe you hit my nose. I think it's broken"
"Less than you deserve." Ron muttered back, the rushing noise not hiding Draco's voice.
Draco winced, whether from the pain of his nose, or from the truth in Ron's words.
"I know. And I'm sorry. I just...you weren't supposed to find out how I fe- You weren't supposed to find out." he mumbled, gingerly cupping his now bleeding nose.
"Well, I did, and after what you've done to me, you can understand how I'm pretty hesitant to trust your apology, shitty as it was"
"Yeah," the blonde winced again, this time surely from Ron's words, "I don't know how I can make you realize that I am being sincere"
"I don't know either"
They sat in silence for a moment, Draco still holding his nose and not really stemming any of the blood seeping through his fingers. Ron continued to just stare blankly at Draco, neither knowing what the other was thinking. After a few tense minutes, Ron spoke again.
"You should let Madam Pomphrey see your nose. She won't be happy to heal you again so soon."
"Eurgh, yeah," Draco carefully got to his feet and headed once again to the office door. He stopped abruptly and looked back at Ron, "Nice job on getting that out of me. Pretending to be asleep. Embracing your inner-Slytherin?" Ron could have taken this as rude, if not for the small genuine smile visible through the blood on Draco's face.
"I suppose so..."
Madam Pomphrey was an idiot, Draco had decided. He could still hear her annoying, nasal voice. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, it seems you will have to spend the night in here. I don't want to see you getting hurt again. You seem to be accident prone today..."
'Ugh.' It wasn't like he asked Ron to punch him in the face. He followed the Nurse to, as luck would have it, the bed right next to Ron's. Ron gave him an angry glare and turned away quickly. Well, this was going to be fun.
After changing into the horrible excuse for hospital regulation cotton pajamas, Draco climbed into the bed.
"It's not even 8:30 and she wants me in bed. What the hell kind of sick operation is the woman running." he muttered under his breath, actually unintending for Ron to overhear. But he did, and Draco didn't miss the muffled laugh that was quickly cut off. Smiling once again to himself, he reached into the pocket of his robes, which were draped on a chair next to him, and pulled out his wand, a shrunken book and a pair of slim, silver framed glasses.
Unshrinking his book and putting on the glasses, he began to read, while trying to ignore the obvious stare Ron was giving him. Unable to put up with it any long, he sighed and put the book down, marking the page with his index finger.
"I know, I'm really good-looking, but must you stare so blatantly?" he fell back on his normal wit while under the uncomfortable scrutiny from the object of his affections.
Ron frowned once again, but for once bit back his own angry response. "I was just wondering why you're wearing muggle glasses of all things"
Draco, flushed (he was adamant that it wasn't a blush. Adamant!) and reached up to take the silver frames from his face.
"Oh. That. I've had always had trouble reading, since I was little, the words are out of focus for me. Because eyes are so delicate, there's not really much anyone can do, spellwise, without damaging them, but potions are fine, in moderation. Sometimes though, you can start to become immune to them and they aren't as effective. Thus the glasses." He gestured at the object in his hands, "The potions have been working less and less for me, and while Madam Pomphrey was healing my nose, she examined my eyes again and suggested that I just get used to wearing my glasses for reading. I always carry them around though, just in case the potions wear off during class. Um. I see fine though, when I'm not reading. So. I figure I'll wear them. For reading..." He trailed off, not sure why exactly he had taken the time to explain all of that to Ron.
"Ah. They...look nice." Ron said, avoiding Draco's eyes.
"Thanks." Draco flushed again, "Um, Ro-...Weasley, for the sake of the project and our mark in Flitwick's, could we just put the...incident...behind us, at least until after the assignment"
The redhead, bit his lip as he considered Draco's words. It was true that they needed to stay focused on the assignment as it was seventy-five percent of their final mark in Charms, but what Draco had done...it was a confusing predicament.
"For the sake of the project, I think I can do that. But once it's over, we're going have a conversation, you and I"
Draco gulped, and nodded, before slipping the glasses back on and returning to his book. Doing so, he completely missed the heated look Ron shot him as he once again took in Draco's newest adornment.
A/N: Hey, ivysnowe again, posting the chapter for racheesi. Um. Short but sweet, no? Ok, so, I begged and begged rach to let Draco have glasses. I have a thing for gorgeous guys in glasses. I know there's a term for that in anime, but I can never remember. Whatever. Enjoy the chapter, comment it and love it!