Who Killed Ronald Weasley?

And they lived
By Loui


They’d existed in an uneasy and wordless silence since they’d left the scene outside the Ministry of Magic. Now alone in their flat on the outskirts of Wizarding London, neither Draco nor Harry were looking each other in the eyes.

A lot of skeletons had been brought to light in the investigation of the murder of Ron Weasley. The blinders were well and truly off about a lot of people, themselves included.

Taking his fate into his own hands, Draco Malfoy said, “So… where do we go from here?”

Harry’s mumbled and vague response was not going to cut it, not this time. Draco said as much. The sadness and vague disbelief that still haunted Harry’s normally vibrant green eyes almost caused Draco to let Harry off the hook until the following day, but, in his heart of hearts, Draco knew that if they didn’t talk about it now they were never going to talk about it. It would be added to the always growing list of things that they didn’t talk about.

And if the events of the last few days had taught him nothing else, they had taught Draco that leaving things unsaid did not work, and potentially led to disaster… or worse.

“Sorry, Harry, not this time. This time, we need to talk, about all of it.”

For a long moment there was silence from Harry and Draco wondered if everything was over before he even began, but then Harry gave a reluctant sigh and nodded his agreement. With unspoken agreement, Harry raided the fridge for some sandwich fixings and Draco raided the drinks cabinet for some booze. It had been a helluva long day in the Ministry.

They spoke as one.

“Why, Snape?”
“Why, Ron? Why, Blaise?”

Well, it was clear where their minds were at. Draco took the lead and shrugged his shoulders expressively. “Ron… the first time was because I knew you were off somewhere shagging Snape, and I thought, why the fuck not? Ron was offering it up on a plate and it was a crazy thrill to do and be done by the person that got to you first in First Year.”

“After that… after that, it was a cheap thrill. As soon as I heard the rumours about his involvement in the girl’s death, I knew I had to break it off. It was easier said than done with him sniffing around you and you looking vaguely sick and worried every time he left from your secret meetings.”

“Blaise… Blaise and I have been fucking on and off since Fourth Year. It has never been and will never be serious. It’s a convenient fuck, and, strange as it sounds, the way we’ve always communicated.”

“If I’d ever truly thought that I had more than just a portion of your heart I might not have done it. No, that’s a lie. Blaise, at least, would probably have still happened.”

“I know you love me in your own way, Harry, I’m not denying that. I love you too, more than I’ve loved anyone else in my life. The fact of the matter is, though, that I am a Malfoy. I’m not pre-disposed to knowing how to properly express affection, let alone love, and, if you’ve felt the need to go off and be with Snape as well as me, then I’m obviously not fulfilling all that you need me to do.”

“What can I say; I took relief where it was offered.”

Draco had watched as Harry had opened his mouth to respond on more than one occasion, each time shutting it again without speaking. Harry clearly didn’t have the words right now, and, much to his surprise, Draco did, so he continued.

“Why, Harry? Why Snape? What could you possibly need from him that you couldn’t ask of me?”

The one word response was so soft that Draco almost didn’t hear it… almost. Draco watched as Harry gathered his courage and raised green eyes that shimmered with repressed tears and said again, much clearer, “Pain.”

Draco lowered his glass to the closest available surface and moved to kneel in front of the chair Harry was sitting on, raising a hand to tilt Harry’s chin up, so that the could look each other in the eye. “You didn’t want me to hurt you, or you were ashamed of needing to ask me to hurt you?”

Harry dropped his forehead to his shoulder and Draco soothed a hand up and down his lover’s back when Harry softly admitted, “Ashamed.”

“Will you go back to Snape?” It was a question that Draco needed to ask. One that could potentially change their lives forever. Harry wordlessly shook his head against his shoulder. Draco smiled.

“Do you want to work to save what we have?” Harry’s heartfelt ‘yes’ did wonderful things to Draco’s insides.

Draco moved to switch positions with Harry. He sat on the chair and pulled Harry down onto his lap, his arms firmly encircling his lover, allowing him no chance of escape. Rather than what he had always expected would happen, Harry settled peacefully into his enfolding embrace, rather than fighting for his freedom. How had Draco been dense enough to miss all the signs?

“Do you need the pain all the time, or only sometimes?”

There was a long moment of silence and then Harry admitted softly, “Not all the time. It’s just that… sometimes… my head gets to full of these crazy thoughts… and the pain, and the release of being under the control of someone else… it makes it all go away, all the stress, all the fear, all the need…”

Going on instinct, Draco bit hard at the juncture of Harry’s neck and shoulder, and Harry whimpered happily, slumping back into his body, boneless and trusting.

“I can give you pain, Harry. I can take you places in your head that you never dreamed you could go. I was taught by experts how to give both pleasure and pain. I hated my father at first when he insisted I get those lessons, but it is the one thing I truly cannot hate the man for. I enjoyed those lessons. I learned a lot about what I was capable of.”

“I just never thought it was your scene, love. It never occurred to me that you needed it… that you wanted it.”

“Oh, please…”

Draco smiled at Harry’s plea, hands quickly unbuckling Harry’s belt and lowering the zip to his trousers, sending a seeking hand inside to enfold his lover’s quiescent cock, squeezing possessively.

“Oh, you’ll be begging soon enough, love. If that’s what you need, I am more than happy to give it to you. First, though, tell me… truthfully… how are you doing with the news about Granger and Longbottom being the ones to do in the Weasel?”

Shifting desperately in his lap, Draco grinned as Harry gasped out, “Granger and Longbottom who? They stopped being ‘friends’ friends, years ago, Draco. I’m sorry and sick over what Ron did to them, but they murdered him when he was too wasted to fight back… that wasn’t all tea and biscuits, either.”

“They’re out of my life and you aren’t. Oh… Merlin… please… just a little harder.”

Draco squeezed harder and bit hard at the lobe of Harry’s closest ear before heatedly whispering into it, “I don’t have any toys in the flat, Harry, I packed them off to my old school chest that we put in your vault at Gringotts. Don’t worry, though, I will make your body sing tonight regardless.”

“And then, tomorrow, you and I will retrieve that chest and it will have pride of place in our bedroom. You and I will have a long talk tomorrow about what you like… what forms of pain give you the release you need.”

Harry turned his head to look into Draco’s eyes, his gaze hopeful and needy.

Gently, playfully, Draco gave him a kiss to the tip of his nose. As sincerely as he’d ever promised anything in his life, Draco said, “I’ll hurt you tonight so long and so well that nothing else will exist for you but the exquisite pleasure of the pain I give you, and then I’ll fuck you until you know exactly who you belong to.”

“Off you go to the bedroom, pet. I’ll lock up and set the wards. Be naked and kneeling at the side of the bed waiting for me.”

Eyes beginning to slowly transform from hesitancy to joy, Harry scrambled to comply. Alone in the living room, Draco took a deep breath and then levered himself up from the chair. He was happy, hell, he was ecstatic! Harry was his now. Harry would always be his!

The three closest Gryffindor rivals for Harry’s affection were no longer a worry. Harry had flat out told him that he wouldn’t be going back to Snape, and Draco got to do to Harry what he had long closed off as an option in his own mind.

He didn’t need Ron or Blaise or any other casual fuck any more.

Harry Potter would be his forever more. Mind, heart, body and soul.

What a rush. Heart beating in eager anticipation for what waited for him in the bedroom, Draco Malfoy lowered the last of the barriers that he’d kept up during his relationship with Harry, letting his true sexual nature come out.

Opening the bedroom door, Draco Malfoy silently blessed the day that Ron Weasley died his pitiful but well-earned death.