The Only Thing Left is the Emptiness
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Chapter 4
The Only Thing Left is the Emptiness
By LadyDiablo
Pairing: Ron/Draco Slash. Don’t like, don’t read.
Disclaimer: This is not mine. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 4
Draco quickly looked down on himself, instantly seeing the scales almost covering his body. He lifted his hands up to his face and felt, just as Ron had said, the scales creeping up his jaw. He looked up at Ron, seeing the amazed look on his face. He could see his arms and chest covered in the gleaming scales and he assumed his back was also covered. When he looked down, he saw that his legs were also covered.
He looked up at Ron again, eyes questioning. “Ron, what’s happening to me?” His voice was small and quiet in the night-air. Ron did not say anything, but took the other boy in his arms, hugging him tight.
Draco sucked in several large calming breaths before he leaned his head against Ron’s chest. He wrapped his own arms around Ron’s waist, feeling strong arms around his own shoulders, comforting him. He was shaking slightly now, not from the cold because he could not feel that, but from all the terrible thoughts that ran around inside his head, giving him a slight headache. What if he would never get back to normal again, what if he was stuck like this forever? His mind became occupied with images of himself carrying around a large bottle of water for the rest of his life. He did not want to have to search for water every time he started to feel itchy, or have to drink 20 pitchers of water every day. He was almost on the brink of laughing at the insanity of the situation.
Ron drew back from Draco after a few minutes of holding him tightly, trying to stop the shivering. Their eyes locked as the blonde-haired boy looked up. “It will be okay, everything will be fine. You do not feel any pain, do you? As long as you don’t feel any pain you have nothing to worry about.” He was not so sure about that himself, but if it would calm Draco then it was good.
Ron let go of the other boy and told him that they should head inside; it was starting to get late. The sun had already set and it was rapidly getting darker.
Ron picked up Draco’s clothes and handed them to him. The blonde dressed as if in a daze, it didn’t seem as if he cared that he was getting his clothes wet. The ‘old’ Draco would never do something like that. Though, the old Draco would never date a Weasley either.
Date… did this mean they were boyfriends now? Ron looked over as Draco dressed quietly, stuck in his own thoughts. He didn’t know if he should bring up his newfound thoughts or not, but after a short debate with himself he thought it best to wait and not bother the Slytherin with something like this right now. He had enough on his mind as it was.
They walked in silence side by side back to the castle, both in deep thought. In a moment of Gryffindor bravery, Ron took Draco’s left hand into his own right. His face was flaming red, he knew that, but it didn’t matter as he saw a blush creep up on Draco’s cheeks. He was surprised, he never thought he’d see the Slytherin Prince blush and certainly not after the amazing kiss they had shared before.
They soon reached the entrance hall and had to go separate ways. Ron noticed that the scales on Draco’s face had receded somewhat and he thought that he would be able to cover them up with a high turtleneck. He mentioned this to Draco before giving him a short goodnight kiss. Draco started down the stairs to the dungeons, but couldn’t help but look back once, only to see Ron still staring at him. It reassured him, told him that everything would be okay. He had good friends to help him through whatever was happening to him.
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The next day Draco had carefully donned a black high turtleneck underneath his robes and also a pair of black leather gloves. He tried his best to ignore anyone looking at him funnily, but it was not easy.
Blaise had a hard time keeping from laughing, but knew he had to if he did not want to invoke the wrath of a Malfoy. It was just that the sight of the blonde all covered up was so unusual, even though he knew the reason. He had seen how the scales had expanded and understood that Draco wanted to keep his secret at all costs.
The day went by quickly enough, nothing particularly exciting happening. In potions, Harry and Blaise flirted without knowing it and Ron and Draco shared a few glances as they laughed at their unsuspecting friends. At dinner Draco completely ignored Pansy’s questions about why he was wearing a turtleneck and gloves. He thought about how good it had felt to swim in the cool water of the lake the day before, even though what had happened had also scared him to death. It wasn’t as if it hurt or anything, but the mere thought of turning into a merman and not be able to turn back scared the wits out of him. Despite of his fears, he thought of going down to the lake tonight also, just to ease some of the stress building up. If it could ease some of the longing in his body, then it was worth it.
The rest of the afternoon and evening went by as normal, they did their homework, Draco and Blaise played a game of exploding snap as they tried to avoid talking about anything related to two particular Gryffindor’s. They stayed as far away as possible from that topic. Though they both knew they should talk about it, they didn’t know how to approach it.
It was almost half past eight, when Draco had finally had enough of the Slytherin common room. “I’m going down to the lake again” he said quietly to Blaise, who was curled up in one of the black armchairs in front of the fire.
The black haired boy looked at his friend thoughtfully. “Can I come too?” he asked finally. Draco looked surprised at the request, but didn’t complain. “Sure.”
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Draco dove into the water without hesitation. He swam under the surface a few meters before resurfacing some distance away. Blaise made himself comfortable on the grass beside the lake, it was way too cold in the water to even think about it. He sat there studying the other boy as he swam and dove to his heart’s content, looking completely satisfied with life.
The scales that were once again covering most of his body, glowed a reddish-grey in the light of the setting sun. Blaise had an eye out for other students, but it seemed they were all luckily inside the castle tonight. To be on the safe side, they had put up a notice-me-not spell and a spell that would alert them should anyone come near.
Draco turned around and walked towards Blaise. “So, what’s up with you and Harry, huh?” he asked out of the blue. Blaise’s head snapped up and looked at the blonde in both surprise and chock. “What do you mean” he stuttered.
Draco smirked. “Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve seen the way you look at him” And the way he looks at you, he added mentally. He lay back in the water, floating, as he looked up at the rapidly darkening sky.
He heard Blaise draw a shaking breath. “Yeah, well… I don’t even know if he likes me.” He sounded a little put out and Draco rolled his eyes. His friend could be really dense sometimes. Before he could remark further, he felt a stinging sensation running through his lower body and up his torso, making him draw a sudden shaky breath. He stood up from his floating position, hoping it would go away. No such luck, it only seemed to get worse.
Abruptly his legs gave out, and he went under the surface. The throbbing pain continued and he couldn’t seem to get a hold of his legs to stand up. Soon a different pain started, making him gasp and draw in breaths of water into his lungs. His legs felt like the bones were being ripped out and it left him weak and unable to fight anymore.
Blaise shot up into a standing position as soon as his friend went under. What was going on? He ran down and into the water, trying to see into the dark water where Draco had been before. About two metres to the left he could see something light in the black water andhe assumed that it was Draco’s head. He immediately reached over, grabbing hold of his friend and dragging him up so he could get air.
Draco desperately drew after air as soon as he realised he was not under the water anymore, though he immediately started to cough up the water in his lungs. He felt really heavy, and how much he tried, he could not seem to get his legs in order to stand up. He hung limply in Blaise’s arms for a moment, trying to calm down. Blaise dragged him towards the shore and they soon came to more shallow waters.
Draco heard Blaise inhale sharply and he looked up at his best friend. Even though he was in quite an awkward position to be looking at his friend’s face, he could see that the dark brown eyes were almost impossibly large and staring at him in fascination mingled with horror.
Blaise opened and closed his mouth as he tried in vain to speak. “Draco…” he whispered finally. “What, Blaise?” Draco looked down at himself to see what had caught the other’s gaze so. He blinked stupidly for a few moments, before his brain was registering what he was seeing. In his dazed mind, his thoughts centred on one thing only. Well, no wonder it was difficult to stand.
By LadyDiablo
Pairing: Ron/Draco Slash. Don’t like, don’t read.
Disclaimer: This is not mine. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 4
Draco quickly looked down on himself, instantly seeing the scales almost covering his body. He lifted his hands up to his face and felt, just as Ron had said, the scales creeping up his jaw. He looked up at Ron, seeing the amazed look on his face. He could see his arms and chest covered in the gleaming scales and he assumed his back was also covered. When he looked down, he saw that his legs were also covered.
He looked up at Ron again, eyes questioning. “Ron, what’s happening to me?” His voice was small and quiet in the night-air. Ron did not say anything, but took the other boy in his arms, hugging him tight.
Draco sucked in several large calming breaths before he leaned his head against Ron’s chest. He wrapped his own arms around Ron’s waist, feeling strong arms around his own shoulders, comforting him. He was shaking slightly now, not from the cold because he could not feel that, but from all the terrible thoughts that ran around inside his head, giving him a slight headache. What if he would never get back to normal again, what if he was stuck like this forever? His mind became occupied with images of himself carrying around a large bottle of water for the rest of his life. He did not want to have to search for water every time he started to feel itchy, or have to drink 20 pitchers of water every day. He was almost on the brink of laughing at the insanity of the situation.
Ron drew back from Draco after a few minutes of holding him tightly, trying to stop the shivering. Their eyes locked as the blonde-haired boy looked up. “It will be okay, everything will be fine. You do not feel any pain, do you? As long as you don’t feel any pain you have nothing to worry about.” He was not so sure about that himself, but if it would calm Draco then it was good.
Ron let go of the other boy and told him that they should head inside; it was starting to get late. The sun had already set and it was rapidly getting darker.
Ron picked up Draco’s clothes and handed them to him. The blonde dressed as if in a daze, it didn’t seem as if he cared that he was getting his clothes wet. The ‘old’ Draco would never do something like that. Though, the old Draco would never date a Weasley either.
Date… did this mean they were boyfriends now? Ron looked over as Draco dressed quietly, stuck in his own thoughts. He didn’t know if he should bring up his newfound thoughts or not, but after a short debate with himself he thought it best to wait and not bother the Slytherin with something like this right now. He had enough on his mind as it was.
They walked in silence side by side back to the castle, both in deep thought. In a moment of Gryffindor bravery, Ron took Draco’s left hand into his own right. His face was flaming red, he knew that, but it didn’t matter as he saw a blush creep up on Draco’s cheeks. He was surprised, he never thought he’d see the Slytherin Prince blush and certainly not after the amazing kiss they had shared before.
They soon reached the entrance hall and had to go separate ways. Ron noticed that the scales on Draco’s face had receded somewhat and he thought that he would be able to cover them up with a high turtleneck. He mentioned this to Draco before giving him a short goodnight kiss. Draco started down the stairs to the dungeons, but couldn’t help but look back once, only to see Ron still staring at him. It reassured him, told him that everything would be okay. He had good friends to help him through whatever was happening to him.
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The next day Draco had carefully donned a black high turtleneck underneath his robes and also a pair of black leather gloves. He tried his best to ignore anyone looking at him funnily, but it was not easy.
Blaise had a hard time keeping from laughing, but knew he had to if he did not want to invoke the wrath of a Malfoy. It was just that the sight of the blonde all covered up was so unusual, even though he knew the reason. He had seen how the scales had expanded and understood that Draco wanted to keep his secret at all costs.
The day went by quickly enough, nothing particularly exciting happening. In potions, Harry and Blaise flirted without knowing it and Ron and Draco shared a few glances as they laughed at their unsuspecting friends. At dinner Draco completely ignored Pansy’s questions about why he was wearing a turtleneck and gloves. He thought about how good it had felt to swim in the cool water of the lake the day before, even though what had happened had also scared him to death. It wasn’t as if it hurt or anything, but the mere thought of turning into a merman and not be able to turn back scared the wits out of him. Despite of his fears, he thought of going down to the lake tonight also, just to ease some of the stress building up. If it could ease some of the longing in his body, then it was worth it.
The rest of the afternoon and evening went by as normal, they did their homework, Draco and Blaise played a game of exploding snap as they tried to avoid talking about anything related to two particular Gryffindor’s. They stayed as far away as possible from that topic. Though they both knew they should talk about it, they didn’t know how to approach it.
It was almost half past eight, when Draco had finally had enough of the Slytherin common room. “I’m going down to the lake again” he said quietly to Blaise, who was curled up in one of the black armchairs in front of the fire.
The black haired boy looked at his friend thoughtfully. “Can I come too?” he asked finally. Draco looked surprised at the request, but didn’t complain. “Sure.”
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Draco dove into the water without hesitation. He swam under the surface a few meters before resurfacing some distance away. Blaise made himself comfortable on the grass beside the lake, it was way too cold in the water to even think about it. He sat there studying the other boy as he swam and dove to his heart’s content, looking completely satisfied with life.
The scales that were once again covering most of his body, glowed a reddish-grey in the light of the setting sun. Blaise had an eye out for other students, but it seemed they were all luckily inside the castle tonight. To be on the safe side, they had put up a notice-me-not spell and a spell that would alert them should anyone come near.
Draco turned around and walked towards Blaise. “So, what’s up with you and Harry, huh?” he asked out of the blue. Blaise’s head snapped up and looked at the blonde in both surprise and chock. “What do you mean” he stuttered.
Draco smirked. “Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve seen the way you look at him” And the way he looks at you, he added mentally. He lay back in the water, floating, as he looked up at the rapidly darkening sky.
He heard Blaise draw a shaking breath. “Yeah, well… I don’t even know if he likes me.” He sounded a little put out and Draco rolled his eyes. His friend could be really dense sometimes. Before he could remark further, he felt a stinging sensation running through his lower body and up his torso, making him draw a sudden shaky breath. He stood up from his floating position, hoping it would go away. No such luck, it only seemed to get worse.
Abruptly his legs gave out, and he went under the surface. The throbbing pain continued and he couldn’t seem to get a hold of his legs to stand up. Soon a different pain started, making him gasp and draw in breaths of water into his lungs. His legs felt like the bones were being ripped out and it left him weak and unable to fight anymore.
Blaise shot up into a standing position as soon as his friend went under. What was going on? He ran down and into the water, trying to see into the dark water where Draco had been before. About two metres to the left he could see something light in the black water andhe assumed that it was Draco’s head. He immediately reached over, grabbing hold of his friend and dragging him up so he could get air.
Draco desperately drew after air as soon as he realised he was not under the water anymore, though he immediately started to cough up the water in his lungs. He felt really heavy, and how much he tried, he could not seem to get his legs in order to stand up. He hung limply in Blaise’s arms for a moment, trying to calm down. Blaise dragged him towards the shore and they soon came to more shallow waters.
Draco heard Blaise inhale sharply and he looked up at his best friend. Even though he was in quite an awkward position to be looking at his friend’s face, he could see that the dark brown eyes were almost impossibly large and staring at him in fascination mingled with horror.
Blaise opened and closed his mouth as he tried in vain to speak. “Draco…” he whispered finally. “What, Blaise?” Draco looked down at himself to see what had caught the other’s gaze so. He blinked stupidly for a few moments, before his brain was registering what he was seeing. In his dazed mind, his thoughts centred on one thing only. Well, no wonder it was difficult to stand.