(Draco's P.O.V (twist, much?))
I said a lot to Ron. A lot as in "too much". And he did the same. In the few hours we had allegedly "been together" we found ourselves spilling too much information. In an odd way I trusted him.
I told him how my father, when he was alive (he and my mother were murdered during the world), had told me quidditch was a waste of time. He said work was always put before recreation, if recreation was at all to be involved in my life. And my father also abused me.
I told him that I was closer to my mother, although I was barely close to my parents at all. And along with spilling out everything, Ron had told me that he cut.
I was confused. Cut what? I had asked. Myself, he had replied. Hidden beneath a spell were several scars and fresh, deep wounds. I was mortified. I honestly hadn't heard of anyone doing that before. I didn't ask why he did it, I could assume only so much and that's what I did.
We left each other simply and didn't spend anymore time together. It was because he had freaked me out from his "cutting", he freaked me out because we had a lot in common. The most important fact being that we both had secrets our so called "friends" didn't know.
Ron wanted Harry back. He got him back. Ron had everything. Family he could count on, "friends" that he thought could be trustworthy and loyal, the ability to play quidditch without feeling regret.
I didn't know what I had anymore. I lived with some long lost relative, the only one a live since the war. An aunt or something. The only thing she was good for was money. It seemed as though my entire family was rich, and completely insane. I didn't know how I seemed to other peoples eyes, was I insane? I knew I was rich, and so did everyone else. But was I insane? I didn't obsess over the Dark Lord, but would I when I was older? Even though he was dead? Would I conspire over becoming the next dark ruler of the wizarding world? Was I insane for considering these things?
I saw no point in having a ruler. My father had ruled me my entire life and I hated it. I had the mind set that I was better than everyone else, though, but I didn't have to rule over them. I hated seeing weak people. Ron was weak, he knew Harry loved him, so he went back to him and accepted him as a boyfriend. Ron was too weak, he pained on the inside and hid his pain with spells that covered his wounds. He didn't want people to see him. If he was strong he would bear his self-inflicted wounds with pride of showing that something was wrong, and he wanted help. Or perhaps he was so strong that he did not think he needed help. I did not know.
I did know, though, that he did not make me feel weak, strong, or insane. He made me feel like a real person. He joked with me when I was with him. He made me laugh genuinely. He made me smile. I did not love him. But he was an amazing person to have around. He did not take my orders, nor did he refuse to follow them. He just dismissed them and grinned at me when he did not submit, as though saying "you're kidding, right?" and I would shrug and we would continue on.
Blaise Zabini was a man-whore. No kidding. He slept with guys and girls. He snatched Ron away from me. I had not yet lost interest in the red-haired boy, but suppose I had been showing it? Blaise was the only one who would dare steal someone or something from me. I respected him for that, but hated him for it as well. Blaise and Ron had skipped dinner and so had I. I spotted them in the empty History of Magic classroom. I watched for some time but went back to the Great Hall feeling something empty inside. I regained my composure quickly, though.
Potter glared at me through dinner. I wondered why. Was it because I had let Ron go to Blaise? Or was it because it had been me before Blaise? I'd never know because I'd never ask. I just wanted Ron back. But maybe Ron would never leave Harry. I'd just have to see.
"Good Lord, Draco, I've never seen you so depressed."
That would be Blaise. I was laying in bed after I had canceled practice that night. I didn't feel well.
"I'm not depressed!" I snapped, sitting up and glaring at him.
"You have been ever since Potter and Weasley got back together."
"I have not."
"Stop sounding like a child. Admit it."
"Well I don't know. I've never been depressed before, I wouldn't know even if I was depressed." This was true. If you've never been depressed how do you know when you are?
"You should be depressed. They're probably shagging right now. Ron…he's quite good."
"Piss off," I snapped, climbing out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Blaise followed, smirking.
"You mean you two didn't-"
"I said piss off!" I snapped again.
"Just wondering. But why are you so upset? I wouldn't think you're gay. Are you?"
"No!"
"But why are you acting like you're in love with him?"
"Because I told him stuff I shouldn't have and he's probably telling Potter if he hasn't already done it!"
Blaise quieted. I slammed the door shut to the bathroom and we stood staring at each other.
"What did you tell him?" Blaise asked finally, actually looking a bit more sympathetic now.
"Stuff," I replied. It was childish, but I couldn't tell Blaise, he knew already, but when I told him he'd probably laugh at me. Abuse didn't faze him. It had upset Ron to a great extent. Ron was the most humble, gentle, kind person I'd ever met in my life.
"Draco…"
"I told him about my father, okay?"
"How he hit you and stuff?"
"Yeah."
"So what? Your dad's dead. There's nothing he can do about it."
"Yeah well now Ron knows my weak point."
"What's that?"
"I'm scared of getting hit. Or shouted at."
"So?"
Once I had spent so much time with Ron I had begun to realize just how inhuman my "friends" seemed. So I just shook my head and told him to get out.
Yeah. We needed some Draco, eh?