AN: Hey, sorry it's taken me so long to update, but thanks for holding in there :) it was brought to my attention that I was missing something in my story this far so this chapter will have that :) Thanks for all the reveiws! I love you guys!

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Ron walked back into St. Mungo's with several strange feeling making him feel sick. Lack of sleep was not helping, either. He knew that for the next few weeks his focus would have to be on Draco's recovery, but that meant walking in to face his long-time foe everyday.

The ginger stood before the door and sighed as he opened it. Draco was awake and reading something that appeared to be a muggle book. Ron laughed at the thought, surely the book just looked like muggle book, why would a former death-eater be reading one? The complex grey eyes looked up from the book and to the healer. Ron froze for a few seconds under the cold eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy," Ron said trying to sound as professional as he could.

"You're back aweful early," he paused with a hint of something in his eyes, "couldn't get enough of me, Weasel."

"Quite the opposite, actually," said the red-head happy the the words came out without any problems. He walked over to Draco and began checked the clipboard another healer had left for him. From the looks of it, Draco did cooparate with any of the healers. "So, sounds like you wouldn't even take the potions they asked you to take..."

"You really think I'm that ignorant? I'm going to let some mudblood poison me for spite!" he spat as he set the book down to glare at Ron.

"Maybe if you just let some people help you, you wouldn't be in this situation so much. Hmm?" The healer said gesturing to Draco's injuries.

"I'm trusting you," the blond said doing his best to hide the pain in his voice. Ron slowly nodded and took the ointment and bent down next to him. Careful to avoid looking into Draco's eyes he began to gently rub the gel onto the open wounds on his eyebrow and then his arms. Suddenly, Ron's fingers grazed over the dark mark and a chill ran up his spine. He tried to hide his sudden anger towards the death-eaters, but it was near impossible. They had caused so much pain in his life, he could hardly stand the sight of the mark. If it hadn't been for those obtrusive scars around the mark, Ron wouldn't have been able to hold back his anger. But when he saw those scars it was all to clear that Draco was not like the monsters who wanted death.

"Didn't your mother tell you staring wasn't nice," Draco mocked bringing Ron back from his thoughts.

"Er," Ron looked up to find himself frozen in Draco's icy gaze.

"There is no known way to get rid of a death-mark," he informed, "but I thought that I ought to try something."

"You could have really injured yourself," Ron said quietly not sure if he wanted to fully commit to the statement.

"Sounds more like a 'perk' than a problem," his voice quieted almost matching the healer's. Draco was the first to break away from the stare. Ron stood up from the bed and took a seat in the chair and began to write something on the clipboard. Draco watched the red-head for a while wondering what to say and how to say it. He needed to tell Ron, but he just wasn't sure how. How do you appologize for everything that had happened?

Ron could tell that something was bothering Draco but he wasn't sure if he should ask. The 'perk' comment earlier had worried him a bit but he figured it was just a dark sense of humor the man had obtained. He had a lot to write about Draco's condition but he didn't want to leave the room. For some reason he felt that he was needed there, even if the slytherin wasn't going to talk.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Ron," Draco said quietly. The healer turned, shocked. He wasn't sure if he was more shocked about the sad-sounding appology or the use of his real name. But Draco wasn't done, "I'm sorry for what happened to your friends. I'm sorry for betraying everyone...and for Fred...I'm sorry...I'm sorry for poisoning you...that was my fault...you almost died and...I'm sorry, Ron...I'm so, so sorry..." The words didn't fit. They didn't fit his memories of Draco at all. The wealthiest, pureblood heir was apologizing to a Weasley. Ron had to tell himself he had heard him wrong, but he didn't.

Draco slumped over and put his face in his hands. Ron quickly stood up and sat on the bed with him. He reached out and put his hand on Draco's shoulder. He was crying.

"Draco," he said quietly, "mate, it's alright...Draco..." Ron was at a loss for words. He had delt with plently of sad people in his life. His friends as well as his patients, but this was different. Everything that had happened durring the war seemed to be utterly raw and painful to the slytherin. Without thinking Ron gently pulled Draco into his arms. To his surpise, the blond instantly grabbed a hold to Ron's broad shoulders and squeezed him.

Ron Weasley held his former enemy gently in his arms as the man's walls broke down and his emotions flooded out. Through the sobs Draco continued to say 'sorry'. The gryffindor's heart broke for the slytherin. After all the time they spent in school together, Ron had always thought Draco was just a evil as the rest of the death-eaters. He was wrong. Draco was just as innocent, in a way. He had been forced to do so much. Ron knew that he would never be able to do anything that Draco had been forced to do. While Ron had his family and his friends, the blond was left with nothing. Not a family to care for him and not a single person who'd want to care about him.

"Draco," Ron said, "I'm not mad at you. I can't tell you that I never was. But...but now is different. The war is long over, our lives have changed. I only wish that the world had been kinder to you."

"...why would it..."

"Because everyone deserves some kindess, mate," the gryffindor pulled the other man closer, careful not to hurt his injured ribs.

"You called me 'Draco'."

"And you called me 'Ron'."

Draco did not want to leave the warmth of Ron's arms. He had never felt anything so comforting in his life. He felt as though he was in the last safe place in the entire world. To his surpise the Weasley boy had filled out since highschool. Draco felt strong muscles under Ron's healer attire. After several minutes he began to worry. He worried that the gryffindor would let him go and he would be alone once again.

So, what do you guys think? Are they gonna make up or make out? haha please reveiw! I love hearing about what you guys think!