Title: Everything I've Ever Known

A/N: If you look it up that thing said about that one person in that one family, it's kind of true. Not the whole story behind it but the one of three and disowned part. That thing… Yeah. Ha.

Chapter 7: Bloodline

Ron Weasley's blood, for the first time in his life, ran cold. There was no way he heard the right words form and come out of Draco's mouth.

'You're nothing like Marlbarus or Percy.'

There is no way he heard right, there had to be some kind of mistake. Draco was just tiered and didn't know what he was saying. He felt his heart stop, he felt time freeze, any form of a breeze coming from the open window above him ceased. The entire world, his world, stood still. This was impossible. There was no way this was true. Ron rose from the cot where Draco laid moving back to the chair. He sat there, elbows on his knees, hands in prayer position circling around his nose and lips to hide his mouth that hung open.

He thought back to the summer, how he'd come to terms with his homosexuality and confronted the fact that he had a crush on the person he once considered a mortal enemy.

"What's wrong Ron?" His older brother entered his room. He left the dinner table in a rush, the bustling conversation concerning who was left for Ron now that Harry and Hermione were dating. His brothers going over the remaining girls in school left available, in the years above and below his as well as his own. His older brothers, all but Percy married now, seemed concerned with who he'd wind up with. Even his younger sister, Ginny, had found someone. At the moment they'd begun suggesting Luna, who sat across the table looking as airy as ever, he decided to leave. He abruptly slammed his hands down on the table, pushed his chair back and left without a word. So here he found himself, sitting at the edge of his bed, facing the setting sun outside.

"Nothing, Percy, go away." He replied, hoping that for once he'd be granted some form of privacy. Instead of his wish being granted, Percy closed the door behind him as he entered the room. He walked over to Ron and sat beside him.

"You know, they only do it to tease you. You shouldn't listen to them." Percy placed a hand on his brothers' shoulder and rubbed it supportively. "You should know this by now Ronnie. Why do you think they don't really tease me anymore?"

"Because they've got sense that it doesn't bother you anymore?"

"Exactly, I think before I act. Don't let them see you seething in their wake. You have to be precise in your actions, always know what you're doing before you do it. And about finding someone? That's something we each do on our own, without influences, it's a journey we embark upon alone. Never just pick anyone though, weigh it, size it up, then take it if it's what you want. But be careful when you do, not all of us Wesleys should be breeders, or want to by any rate." Breeders, Ron had a feeling he knew just what that meant.

"You mean to tell me that you're… you're." He stammered.

"I'm what? Gay?" Percy paused and looked away from Ron and to the setting sun. "Yeah, I'm gay. Mum, Dad, Bill, and Charlie already know. Don't go telling Forge please, it's not exactly something I want to go screaming atop the roof, but it's true." There was a moment of silence between them. Percy didn't exactly seem to be too excited about being gay. If he was just ok with that how would he feel about liking someone that you thought, as well as everyone else, you hated? Was it better or worse than that? Was it, dare he say it, ok to be attracted to someone you've loathed for your entire life? But then it's not only a question of the person's gender, but also a question of the type of person they are. And doesn't that say something about you yourself because you like them? How do you deal with that?

"Wh-what would you do if you had a crush on someone everyone hated?" Ron looked to his brother, needing an answer that would set his heart at ease.

"Then you show them that they're not as bad as they seem. You show them what you see and what everyone else is blind to." Ron nodded and looked down to his hands and fiddled with thin air then back to Percy.

"Doesn't it say something about you then? About who you are for liking them?" Ron asked as his brother finally looked back to him.

"The heart, and in the case of most men the groin, wants what it wants. The only thing that stops you is either the first or the third party, if that." He said, and upon seeing Ron's confused look, "The mind," he explained. "It's very rare that you find them all in sync. Sometimes, no matter how your mind tells you it's wrong, or your heart, it doesn't matter at all. Your mind can think logically, your heart emotionally, but in the end sometimes we aren't in control, no matter how much we think we are or try to be." Ron nodded and soaked in the information as much as he could before Percy asked the question. "So who is it that's troubling you so much?" Ron looked back to his hands hesitating.

"I have a crush on Draco Malfoy." He stated not looking up, afraid to see what was behind his brothers eyes. Betrayal, deceit, confusion, or worse, hate? How much would Ron be able to stand if he saw hate behind his brothers eyes. What he did not notice, in his contemplation of this, was the small smirk planted across his brother's face. It was an all knowing smirk that would have even caused the airy Luna to question.

"Then you get to know him, and show everyone the side of him that you like the most." The undertone of malice in his voice was mistaken for a simple answer to a simple problem, when in turn he had no idea that his brother intended this to be the downfall of his breeding family, to show the side of Draco they'd liked the most. The ones who were so open and trusting, to be betrayed by not only one son, but two, ah how he reveled in the thought. This would be all too perfect.

But Ron did not see this, all he saw was his brother attempting to help him in a way that big brothers should. They both looked back out the window, any sliver of the sun they were watching fade away was gone now, leaving them in the beginnings of a cold night.

But now he knew better. His brother, the one person he trusted the most within his family, betrayed him. There was no way of knowing for sure, but there could be no other explanation for it. Draco never really knew Percy while they were at school together. And Marlbarus. Marlbarus, the brother of his father only whispered about because it was always unsure where he stood. His father had two brothers, neither of which he'd ever seen in his lifetime. His grandmother, disowned from the Black family, surly couldn't fully prevent the darkness that ran through her family captivating her son. Marlbarus, the oldest of the three never was heard from past his graduation day from Hogwarts. He'd always thought of him to be dead, as the rest of his family did. This was impossible. Not only was he betrayed by one, but two members of his family, no matter if he knew him or not.

Ron rose to his feet, not able to sit idly by anymore. There had to be something he could do. He started walking through the castle, trusting where his feet would take him. His footsteps loud, his breathing hard, and his brows creased. He didn't need to know where he was going to know what he was going to do. Revenge, revenge was surly intended to be his, and he would get it. The Black blood that seemed to taint two members of the Weasley family slowly crept into his veins, creating something in him he never knew before. Black's were known for protecting their own and whatever belonged to them, similar to the Malfoys, but not in such blunt, trained mannered. This was something that ran through the bloodline, something that could not be taught.

He reached the Owlery and sat at one of the many desks filled with ink, quills, and parchments. He sat there and wrote to his brother Percy, begging him to come as soon as possible, that something terrible happened but not to tell Mum or Dad about. He told his brother that it was about what they talked about over the summer and that he was more confused than ever. He told his brother not to mention anything to anyone considered friend or family, that he needed him and him alone. He picked a room and time to meet the next day, hoping that his brother would see the 'urgency' in his letter. He signed off with 'P.S. Come prepared,' and sent it away with the nearest owl. He watched the owl fly away from him, and turned to walk back to the Hospital Wing.

He sat back down in the chair, pulling it close enough to the bed to lay his head on the cot Draco was sleeping on. He wondered, now that the anger was beginning to wear off, what he was really going to do tomorrow when he entered that room and faced his brother. Would he question him, fight him, kill him? What was he going to do? Was he really ready to take revenge on someone of his own family for someone he had a crush on, that he was beginning to fall in love with?

Ron didn't need to answer that question. He looked back to the boy who was sleeping before him, black eye, arm in a sling, small silver slits barely noticeable scars that were left not only by him but by others. The fact that two of those others were members of his own family, people that he loved... No, he didn't need to answer that question. Like his brother said, sometimes they aren't all in sync.

A/N: So as it turns out Draco and Ron are kind of distant cousins, but for the purpose of my sanity I'm seeing it as marriage inherited twice removed cousins. Ron's father's mother was disowned from the Black family for marrying a Weasley and had 3 sons. Even though there aren't names for them I decided to utilize this to my advantage.