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Ron wasn't sure how long they held each other or if Draco would ever let go. At first he just wanted to give the man a nice hug, but it had changed. He slowly realised how much Draco needed him. His heart broke for him. The man in his arms seemed so fragile and broken. Ron wondered quietly if Draco had a place to stay after he recovered. It seemed sad to think that he was forced to go back and live in his parent's old, lonely, manor. Slowly, Ron let him go but grabbed his shoulders.

"You're safe here, Draco," a smile found it's way to Ron's face.

"Thank you," he said looking down.

Over the next week, Ron helped Draco in more ways then one. As the slytherin's physical wounds healed he began to talk to Ron about his problems. He soon learned that the gryffindor was a skilled listener. It was hard for Draco to tell the Weasley everything but he found a way eventually. If the red-head looked as though he didn't know how to respond, he replied with a big warm hug that Draco learned to enjoy more than he cared to admit. When Ron left every night, the slytherin missed him terribly. Every night after Ron walked out the door, he longed to he embraced by the strong, warm, arms.

Ron was embarassed to admit that he had grown attached to the former death-eater. It took him a while to admit it to himself and even longer to admit it to Harry and Hermione. Harry had been somewhat unshocked by it, telling Ron that it made sense. At first Hermione had been somewhat worried for Ron. She told him that Draco had been a death-eater. It was Ron who made her realize that he was different, he was just like them. Hermione had instantly felt dumb for not seeing that sooner. She told Ron that she still disliked his family, but she'd make an exception for Draco.

Every morning, Ron found himself arriving early to work with more energy than he normally had. He found it easier to wake up but harder to go to bed. He wanted more than anything to lie down next to the slytherin and stay with him. He wasn't sure what his heart was doing to him, but he had never felt like that about anyone.

"I have good news," Ron stated happily as he walked into Draco's room nearly twenty minutes earlier than he needed to. Draco was awake and waiting for the healer.

"What's the news?" Draco asked lazily.

"You get released today."

"Oh," he frowned and looked and his hands. He found himself not wanting to leave St. Mungo's. Draco wondered how he would see Ron again. He even breifly thought of finding some mean anti-death-eaters to beat him up, but quickly dismissed the thought. Even a Weasley would see through that.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked suddenly worried.

"I...nothing."

"Draco?" Ron walked closer.

"Yeah?" Draco slowly got out of the bed still a bit stiff. Most of his wounds had healed but his ribs were still sore. He took his clothing from the table and pulled them on under the gound.

"You didn't let me finish, mate," Ron said with a smirk. Draco turned to look at him. "I was wondering if you had any place you needed to be?"

"No," Draco said struggling with buttoning his shirt.

"Do you want to come back to my house with me?" The griffindor stepped forward and began to help Draco with his button problem. The slytherin blushed.

"Are you sure your mother wouldn't mind?"

"Ehh, I didn't really think about that, but you're not the weirdest thing that has been brought into the Weasley house," Ron said pulling his friend into a tight embrace. Draco flinched but slowly put his arms around him.

"I'd love to."

"Ron, you're back already?" Molly called from another room.

"Umm, yeah, they didn't need me today. And I kinda brought someone with me."

"Oh!" she said, "did Harry decide to drop by again?" Molly ran out of the kitchen and instantly frowned at Draco. "What is he doing here?" She spat pulling Ron aside.

"Mum," Ron half-scolded, "he's my friend." Molly looked unconvinced. "and he doesn't have any place to go. I can't just leave him." Miss Weasley's motherly kindness got the best of her. She turned to Draco.

"You can stay, but I don't want any problems...and diner is at six...not a minute later, Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded.

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