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Ron preformed the diagnostic spell on Draco's sleeping form and was surprised by what he learned. The blond was much more than sleep-deprived and moody. He had several broken ribs as well as bruises along his back, arms and legs. The healer decided that he most likely was in a fight. A fight with someone who really didn't like him.

The healer took the sheets off of Draco and began to set his ribs back into place. He carefully applied ointment onto several cuts on his arms and on his eyebrow.

Ron took a seat on a chair near Draco's bed and began to further fill out the patient form. After he finished writing he set in on the table and looked toward the slytherin. He couldn't help but still hate him a bit. He knew that he was probably the only one out of his group to truly dislike Draco, even Harry had comes to terms with the Malfoy boy. Ron couldn't help but think of all the dispicable things that the Malfoy family had done.

His eyes suddenly fell to the dark mark on his left arm. It had faded a bit since the war but it was still clear and sinister. Ron shivered a bit but then noticed something strange. Several scars had accompanied the mark. It looked as if he had tried and failed to cut out the dark mare altogether. The thought made Ron's heart stop. Why had he tried to cut it out? That would have been horrible painful! Did he do it to himself? Or did someone else try to cut it out?

Ron leaned back on the chair and tried to avoid thinking about the mark on Draco's arm.

Draco woke up feeling strange. He felt relaxed and safe. It was a unfamiliar feeling to him. He had almost forgotten where he was. Slowly, he opened his grey eyes and found himself still in St. Mungo's Hospital. He tried to move but felt a sharp pain. Draco's eyes drifted toward a particular healer sitting in a chair near his bed.

It was Weasel. He was leaned forward in the chair with his arms on the bed and his head on his arms. It wasn't a particularly comfortable looking position, but the red-head seemed to be deep asleep. Draco couldn't help but laugh a bit and push himself up to look at the Weasley boy further. He wondered what time it was and how long Ron had been asleep. It suddenly dawned on Draco that Ron had most likely spent the night on that chair, with him. He wasn't sure what to think or feel. Maybe it was a mistake, he told himself.

Ron goaned and slowly sat up and stretched. He looked over to Malfoy who was staring directly at him with confused grey eyes. Ron couldn't help but smile, it wasn't every day that he could confuse Draco.

"How did you sleep?" Ron asked in a friendly way still happy about the apparent confusion in Malfoy's face.

"Fine," he said quietly. "What are you so happy about?"

"Nuthin'."

"Did you do what I asked you to do?" Draco said in an attempt to change the tone. He just wanted to leave.

"Yes, well...sorta..." Ron looked down and then back up to him. "Your condition is worse than I thought. I think it is best for you to stay here for a while. At least until you heal a bit more."

"I don't know what you are trying to do," Draco hissed, "but I am fine, clearly you fixed me as far as you could. Now, I'm going to leave."

"You're not fixed, Malfoy," Ron said becoming angry at him once again. "You still need help. And from the spell I proformed, it looks like this isn't the first and only time this has happened. As a healer I need to know what is going on. We don't have you in our books, so how many times has this happened and how many times have you not gotten help for it?" The healer frowned at how much he was beginning to sound like Molly.

"It's happened before, but not this bad," Draco said without hesitation. He just wanted Ron to leave him alone. "And clearly, you did whatever it is you needed to do. I can heal on my own time. Alone."

Ron sighed. He wanted more than anything for the man in front of him to leave, but as a healer he couldn't allow that to happen. He couldn't let Draco get even more injured. The wounds that he had sustained were bad, he needed time to heal in the hospital. "Sorry, Malfoy, I can't do that." Draco frowned and locked his eyes with Ron. For an instant Ron didn't move. He just watched the harsh, cold grey eyes in wonder. They really were beautiful, in a terrifying sort of way.

While Ron wondered what was really held behind Draco's eyes, Draco was doing the same for him. Ron's eyes were a simple and happy cerulean blue. They reminded Draco of a clear, blue summer day. Looking into his eyes, Draco found the world to be a much more simple place. Bad things were bad and good thing were good. There was nothing more. In a way the cold grey eyes envied the happy blue ones, just as the winter envied the summer. Everyone loved Ron, they always have. Draco used to wonder how Ron had possibly scored the best-friend position with Potter, but now he knew. It was those happy eyes and that caring attitude. All of the Weasleys had it and it made Draco wonder why.

It was Ron who broke away from the stare first. He couldn't take those icy eyes looking into him like that any longer.

"Can I get you anything?" Ron asked causally picking up his clipboard once again. "You'll be here a while...and...well...is there anything you want?"

"No," Draco didn't mean it to come out as cold as it did. "I think I'll be fine," he added trying to sound nicer but it didn't take. Ron just looked slightly embarassed about asking the question altogether. "Weasel," Draco said suddenly not wanting the red-head to leave him, "have you married her yet?"

Ron was taken aback. "Umm...who?"

"That Granger girl."

"Oh, umm, no, we arn't...together anymore," Ron really didn't know how to say it. He wasn't even all to sure about the relationship that almost-was.

"She traided you for Potter, I suppose," Draco said suddenly realizing how cruel he was sounding. He honestly didn't want to upset Ron, but he didn't want the man to leave either. For a reason he could not explain, he did not want to be alone.

"No," Ron said in a compassionate voice that surprised even himself. "We are all just friends. It just works better that way." He gave a simple smile. "But I would like to...you know...go home."

"Oh, right."

"Yeah, I don't actually live here," Ron said with a laugh and a twinkle of his eye. Draco didn't understand why the sudden compassion toward him. Had Ron forgotten who he was? "But I'll be back soon enough," he promised, "I'd just like to get a bit of rest...and breakfast. Tell any of the healers if you need anything. I know that you don't trust them, but they are good people."

With that Ron was gone out the door.

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