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Draco’s parents find out.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for the current challenge at rondracodrabble
“My parents found out.”
Ron froze. He didn’t quite dare reach for Draco’s warmth, not when Draco looked so hunched and so pale.
“They said... look, Ron, they need me. I can’t hurt them like this, not when Father just left Azkaban. It’s meant to be our happy ending.”Right,
Ron wanted to say, OUR happy ending.
But the words stuck in his throat. He just stared, his hands still reaching for Draco. Draco’s fingers twitched by his sides, as if he wanted to touch too.
“This has to end. I can’t see you any more.”~*~
Ron lasted ten grinding, miserable days before he went to Malfoy Manor and half-yelled Draco’s names at the elf who answered his thumping at the door.
Draco appeared looking impossibly Malfoy: tall and elegant in navy robes, not a hair out of place. He looked just as he had before Ron knew what it was to have Draco pink-faced and in pieces under him, and still Ron’s whole body throbbed with the need to touch him.
“Weasley?” Draco sounded utterly incredulous.
“Draco. I... look, this is crazy. Who cares if they know? If anyone knows? We still love each other.”~*~“What?”
Draco’s faced twisted up in shock, his voice blank with incredulity.
“We do. Or I love you, and you like me. You’re a grown-up, Draco, and so am I, or we’d never have got this far, and this doesn’t have a thing to do with your parents either way, I’m not going to try and take you away from them -- ”
Ron finally dared to meet Draco’s eyes, and his stomach dropped. Draco’s eyes were looking Ron up and down in disbelief, without a hint of hidden emotion. He looked like he thought Ron had lost it.~*~
Draco gaped. Ron hesitated, looking for evidence of pain.
“Draco?” Lucius appeared behind him.
“Father, Weasley’s gone mad,” Draco said immediately, turning to him. “He’s saying he’s in love with me.”
“How strange,” Lucius said, fingering his wand, and Ron met his eyes and he knew
Draco’s parents hadn’t wanted him to feel anything for Ron Weasley, so they’d reached inside and stolen those feelings from him. Draco didn’t love him. He didn’t even remember loving him.
“You,” Ron said, his voice a colourless puff of sound. Lucius smiled, eyes dead as a snake’s, and said nothing.~*~
“Father?” There was an edge of distress now in Draco’s voice. “What’s he talking about? What’s going on?” A wrinkle appeared between his blond brows, a wrinkle that always made Ron’s heart shift in his chest until he could make Draco feel better.
And there was no way to recover memory that was lost.
“Sorry,” Ron said. “Just... I lost a bet. It’s nothing.”
“Goodbye,” Lucius said.
Ron left. With every step down the steps, and along the driveway, and through the gate, his chest ached like he’d torn out his heart. Maybe he had. He was leaving it here.This was originally posted at http://www.dreamwidth.org/12345.html. Comment wherever you like :)