Apology Accepted

Title: Apology Accepted

Series: Abused

Author: Nita Riddle

Beta: E. Garret

Feedback: sire_of_angelus@yahoo.com

Dedication: Natasha Kelly

Pairing: H/D and R/D

Rated: R

A/N (Please Read): This is not the long awaited sequel to Afterwards. In fact, this is something I doubt any one expected. This is an Alternate Ending to my series. It goes into more details than either of the stories and follows a slightly different style. It’s also longer than either one. Oh and, note, in this story Angelina is Madam Hooch’s replacement and she hates to be kept waiting on the pitch for practice to begin since it can’t start until all the team members arrive. You will need to know this.

Summery: Draco Malfoy was being abused by Harry Potter but never reported it. Over a small period of time, this secret is discovered. Everything that unfolds after that occurs within the story.

Warning: ABUSE, SLASH, and CHARACTER DEATH. Also for those who couldn’t tell from the first sentence, ANSGT.

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You know, the future is a funny thing. You sit back and think about things you’ve done. You can puzzle and wonder and worry about how things might have been if you had just done things differently. You can dream and wish and pray but still, what happened has happened and you can’t change the past.


I mean, you could, if you had a time turner but you might kill yourself or something. It’s true. You can’t change anything, no matter how horrible. Maybe if you had just done this, if you had only tried that, if things had been a little different…


You can never know how truly horrible it’s going to be before hand. That way, you’re unprepared, as blind as Love and, of course, as uncertain as Fate. It’s funny how the littlest thing can change some ones life.


I remember how it changed mine. You know, I still turn back and wonder, why the hell was I late to Quidditch?


Maybe it was fate

….

Okay, maybe not.


It began whet I was late for the first time that year to Quidditch practice. All right, it was the fifteenth time but Angelina was going to have my head if I wasn’t th dre dressed and mounted on my broom on time.


I had lingered behind to try and muster the courage to ask Hermione to go to Hogsmeade with me. When I asked Hannah Abbot where she was, she said the library. I got there and Neville said that she was visiting Hagrid. I stopped by Hagrid’s hut and apparently I had just missed her, but wouldn’t I like to stay and see the pictures Charlie sent of Norbert? Of course, but that time, kit was late.


Late enough for me to spot Harry walking towards the Quidditch pitch with his Firebolt.


I never have any luck.


I raced back into the castle and hurried to the Tower as fast as I could, cursing Godric Gryffindor all the way for having so many bloody stairs. I pulled a muscle trying to run up all of them and was limping by the time I reached the portrait. “Mulberries,” and spoke clearly, and hobbled in as fast as I could to reach the seventh year dorms. I tried to push the door open at first, then paused, and yanked it open when I remembered which way it swung.


I pulled so hard I upset my balance, and with all that I tripped inside the doorframe. I pushed myself up and massaged my leg or at least, I started go anyways. As soon as I begun, I noticed the mess.


Harry’s bed looked like it was hit by a hurricane. The sheets were strewn about; there was the occasional stain of something that looked dark. Later I realized it was blood, but hat wasn’t what made me pause. What made me stop moving was the quiet sound of sobbing.


I climbed to my feet and hurried to the edge of the bed in disbelief; Harry never cried! When I reached the bed though, I realized it wasn’t Harry.


A mosaic of blues and blacks colored the boys back, some faded and some fresh. The hand shaped bruises on the arms that clutched the sheets to his body to remain modest, were horribly thin. The tearstains of his cheeks were glittering in the brightly light room but did nothing to commend the lost child look in his eyes. The sunlight only made the colors stand out brighter on his pale body.


Draco Malfoy managed to stop crying some time while we stared at each other soundlessly. He was curled on one side with the red sheets held against him. He looked more like a painting than anything.


His eyes were what got to me. The coldness that had been in them a year before was gone along with his pride and disdain but if that as the price he had to pay to get rid of them, I could instantly see it wasn’t worth getting rid of.


The sight of him was pitiful, clutching those sheets, holding them close to him. He cowered by the head of the bed with his knees close together.

The look in his eyes scared me most of all. They screamed victim at me.

Pretty soon I over came my paralysis and, me being me, I asked him, “Are you alright in the head?”

Eyes looking at the sheet he fiddled with in between his fingers he answered, “Forget that. Don’t tell Harry you saw me. I wasn’t supposed to have lingered here so long.”

I stared at him for a moment. Did he actually have the nerve to assume I would do like he asked? What the hell was he doing in here? Why the hell would Harry let him in there and was Malfoy…oh dear Merlin, he was naked under that sheet! He must be completely barmy! That was my first reaction at his bizarre command.

And if he was nutters, I’ll just humor him, then tell Madam Pomfrey that Malfoy’s gone off the deep end when I come back from Quidditch practice. Meanwhile, he can humiliate himself in the towers with him insane babbling, I told myself.

Malfoy began to climb out of the bed. I took note that the sheets he was using to keep himself modest were not see through.

I quickly turned around and stammered an apology. I grabbed the broom off my bed and ran for it. I slowed down half the way due to my crap and tried to get there on time. It was a hopeless cause because when I arrived, she boxed my ears. In the end practice was cancelled since I was far too cramped to fly and Ginny was in the hospital wing overnight from an accident in Herbology.

I stopped by the hospital wing for my legs before going back to the dorms and all the way there I brooded over Malfoy’s eyes. I couldn‘t get them out of my eyes. Those haunted hopeless looking eyes. I didn’t tell Madam Pomfrey about him when I had the chance. It didn’t seem right. I didn’t talk to Harry about it either. It was just too weird.

It wasn’t the last time I saw Malfoy like that. Several weeks later was the next time I saw him. It was the same day as the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin Quidditch match and without Malfoy on the team anymore, it was THE game to go to.

Unless of course you were up the last few nights reading chess books and looking at Quidditch magazines and forgot to study for the big test in Charms tomorrow. Then it was the time to study.

I was in my dorm room, on my bed trying to study from the notes I had to beg Hermione to let me copy when I heard a noise outside the door. I thought I was hearing things at first but then, the footsteps grew louder until the door swung open and Harry tumbled in. His hair was mussed and his robes looked a bit puffy. He had a happy look on his face. I swear to you that my first though was he made it with Cho and was coming to tell me, but then I remembered, he didn’t know I was going to be here studying today.

And that was when Malfoy followed him into the room. Harry turned around to face him. I couldn’t see Harry any more but I could see this look in Malfoy’s eyes. He was paying so much attention to Harry he didn’t even notice me. They leaned very close and then I heard this familiar sounding smack, that, if I didn’t know for a fact that Draco Malfoy was number one - the enemy, and number two - completely insane I’d say they were making out. I had to be the one going crazy. Was I studying too hard?

I rubbed my eyes but there they still were. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing until I heard Harry pull away from Malfoy and say in a voice I’ve never heard before, “On your knees. Now.”

I was sitting right there!

To my shock, Malfoy dropped down on his knees and looked loving up to Harry. Even with the look of love in them, his eyes were dead. I couldn’t see Harry’s expression but I had to stop this insanity. “What the hell is going on I shrieked at the top of my voice.

Harry turned his head in my direction. His glasses were slightly fogged. They were askew on his face. He didn’t look embarrassed at being caught in that predicament, but he did seem surprised that I was there.

He held up a hand as a sign to stop in front of Malfoy’s face that was blushing and looking towards the ground when I saw him spot me. Harry blushed himself all of a sudden.

An awkward silence covered the room.

“So…” Harry began and then stopped.

Another awkward silence which I broke by yelling, “So? SO? That’s all you can say? I sit here and Malfoy was about to give you a blowjob in front of me and all you can say is SO?” I climbed off the bed and glared at them both. “And since when have you been gay?” I threw in for good measure. I was ready to scream and throw tantrums until someone explained or apologize to me.

He shifted his weight about in that classic Harry Potter way that I had seen dozen of times when Snape was glaring down on him. He looked at his feet before saying, “Look Ron, can we not talk about this? Erm, we can pretend-“ He paused in his shifted and looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Pretend you didn’t see us. Pretend this never happened. You can do that. Please?” He said hopefully.

He expected me not to tell? I sat down heavily. This was something I really had to think about. Harry reached down and grabbed Malfoy’s shoulder, pulling him upwards. I saw Malfoy wince as he did so. Something was wrong with Malfoy, this I knew since I saw the bruises. It was something that had been haunting me for a while.

See, last October, one Hogsmeade weekend, Draco Malfoy disappeared. The Professor’s searched everywhere and they finally found him in the Forbidden Forrest. Now I didn’t see him when they brought him back to the castle but Neville did. Neville, being a slight gossip, told everyone in the Tower.

Malfoy was a real sight, chunks of hair had been missing and he had been beaten to a pulp. Most of his bones were broken and his leg was bent in impossible angles. It was a miracle he hadn’t died. Hermione overhead Madam Pomfrey say that if Malfoy hadn’t been found, he would have died. The strangest thing of it all was, Malfoy refused to say the name of his attacker. Every one just assumed he got beaten up but there were rumor that some one had ‘ruined him’ so to speak. Harry, Hermione, and me laughed it off, when we heard but now… I wasn’t so sure. ‘It’s not like Harry had done it, did he? I thought. I immedly dly dismissed the thought. Harry wouldn’t beat any one up like that, let alone Malfoy.

Which brought my mind back to the situation at hand. I could just turn my back and pretend to have never seen any of it. I wasn’t sure what to do. Harry was my best friend but I saw those marks on Malfoy with my own eyes and I heard how the October incident had messed him up. The October incident would have explain why he would have been weird when I saw him in Harry’s bed. Yet, he was the same Malfoy looking at Harry like he was everything to him.

Malfoy must really love Harry. Well, that settled it then.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” I told him quietly.

Harry smiled broadly. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thanks mate, we’ll talk later. I promise.” He grabbed Malfoy roughly and dragged him into the Common room.

Over the next two hours I heard thumps and smacks coming from the common room. They had to be loud enough for me to hear all the way up here. They sounded familiar to me but that wasn’t a surprise. I have enough brothers to know how it sounds when something hits skin. Hard.

I couldn’t study with those sounds distracting me. It made me feel sick. I curled up on my bed and didn’t move even after the sounds stopped.

Had I done the right thing? I fell asleep wondering that.

The next morning at breakfast, Malfoy had a fresh bruise on his neck. It looked likeand.and. He was f giving adoring glances in Harry’s direction. Harry didn’t mention a thing to me at breakfast about what I walked in on. He was acting like it never happened. Wasn’t that what he wanted me to do?

I thought it wasn’t like that in the beginning. Harry being dedicated to Malfoy, but I just couldn’t picture that. Maybe things were kind of weird between them in the beginning and it got worse. I didn’t understand. Hermione kept saying I looked sullen the rest of the day.

I made myself forget it happened. It was a horrible thing to do but it was what I did, I made myself forget. So Harry, Hermione, and I were normal again. Harry helped me try and figure out ways to ask Hermione out. Hermione pretended she had no idea what was going on. At least I hope not. We researched ways to defeat You-Know-Who, we tried to figure out how to get rid of the DA teacher, and we even studied. Well, Hermione at least. Harry and I kept getting detentions. Everything I forgot came crashing back.

That night I remember I was annoyed because Malfoy had called me a Weasel by mistake in Care of Magical Creatures when he was asking me about the class work but that wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was that right afterwards, Malfoy looked terrified and started apologizing. He looked so incredibly scared.

I thought to myself, why would he be so scared? I had my question answered that night when I went to my dorm room early to do the homework Snape had assigned us to do during the winter hols.

I opened the door and was unpleasantly surprised by the sight of Harry James Potter fucking Draco Malfoy on my bed.

I froze.

This was worse than the last time I saw them because not that I could see them with my own eyes, I could tell that Harry could have easily been doing some one else. I felt an ache in my chest at the sight of them.

Harry had heard the door open most likely. He purposely turned to look at me then cocked an eyebrow. He leaned forward and purposely licked Malfoy’s neck. Malfoy arched his back and Harry bite down on the same spot he had been licking. Malfoy opened his eyes and saw me. The look of carnal bliss on his face faded to mortification.

I took a bac back and hit the door.

“Hello Ron,” Harry said to me as he pulled himself off of Malfoy. His eyes never left mine a moment. I felt like I was going to be sick. Harry stood nude for a moment before he pulled a robe off of his own bed and put it on. Malfoy looked just as horrified as I felt. Harry smacked Malfoy’s ass and smiled at me.

I felt the back of my spine shiver.

Malfoy shifted into a position where he sat on his ankles, leg together, and palms placed flat on his thighs. His head was bent downwards and his eyes were focused on my bedspread. Almost like a human sacrifice.

Or a slave.

I turned away from Malfoy and instead looked at Harry. This was his doing. The new scar on Malfoy’s back had to have been his too. For the first time in my life I hated Harry Potter. He reminded me of something and at that moment, I knew who he reminded of me of. He looked like Snape, with that dark smile, bitter and jaded by the world, hating everything and finding joy in others misery.

Like a Death Eater.

It was as if all the daagicagic had poisoned him from within. It scared me. It was like looking in the eyes of You-Know-Who himself. Blaming someone (or some ones) for his problems and taking it out on them violently.

“We’ve talked it over,” he said. “And we think that after how he has treated you all of these years, you deserve to have the entire night to do what ever you want with him as payment for it.” He grabbed Malfoy’s chin softly and raised it so he was forced to look directly at me.

“Isn’t that right, Draco?” he asked.

His voice answered softly, “Yes, Harry.”

His eyes were connecting with mine and I found the same pain in them as last time, and the time before that. VICTIM, they cried to me, HELP!

I didn’t know what to say or do to such a proposition.

“I warmed him up for you. He is ready and waiting,” Harry told me with amusement in his voice. The situation was anything but amusing. “I’ll pick him up tomorrow morning, we’re the only seventh years left so you’ll have plenty of privacy. Think of this as an apology for everything he’s ever said about you or your family. Don’t break anything that can’t be fixed with a spell.”

I still stared at him in disbelief and I realized I had to say something. If I said no, Harry might hurt him again. For some reason I didn’t want that to happen. If I said yes, at least Malfoy would be safe for one night.

“Well?” He asked, bringing me abruptly out of my thoughts.

“Apology accepted,”

“I thought so,” he laughed and walked out.

Malfoy and I just looked at each other for a moment before I remembered he was sitting there naked. I tuned around blushing.

“Erm... I er… there’s clothes in the uh trunk at the end of my bed. It’s not the kind your used to weg bug but you won’t be... be…well yeah.”trietried to point at my trunk without turning around but that was basically impossible. I waited until I heard the sounds of someone moving stop. I turned around.

Malfoy was wearing my white cotton slacks and a white shirt. He was swathed in the material. Malfoy was just too short to fit in those clothes. I could see he was thinner now that he used to be. The ratty look he usually had was thinned out so he looked more like a malnourished ferret.

He broke the silence with, “Your ears, when you blush, your ears turn red. Did you know that


Did he just try to make a joke? I looked at him aghast. He made a small smile, “I don’t bite.” It actually reached his eyes. He was smiling. At me. With me. Something.

I took a few steps forward and looked his face over carefully. His cheekbones stood out stronger and his skin was even paler than normal since he wasn’t tanned from Quidditch – not that I was looking any way.

The bite mark on his shoulder looked nasty.

“Why would you let him do that to you,” I whispered. I had to know. I couldn’t handle not knowing.

Malfoy’s cheeks turned a slight pink. I gave a little half smile, “Your cheeks. They turn a slight pink when you blush. Did you know that?” He laughed.

“I didn’t expect you to ask me that.”

He cast his eyes downward and began to fidget. “A few months ago, around October, I tried to tell Dumbledore when I was in his office. I wrote him a note about it but I couldn’t bring myself to give it to him. I knew there wasn’t any point. When Harry found out, he went ballistic.”

“That explains what happened and who happened when they found you in the Forbidden Forest.” At the mention of the forest he flinched but then nodded. I felt fear. Fear for myself, and for him, for Hermione, but most of all for Harry. Something was very wrong with him.


“You don’t have to take that, you know, “ I told him.

He stood up and we were inches away from each other. “No, I can’t leave him. I love him and he loves me too. I can handle the way he gets sometimes. He’s not always like that. There’s this sweet wonderful loving side of him. You of all people should know that.” He started to say something but paused and his expression hardened a little along with his voice, “Besides, can you see Hermione taking it as easily as I do?”


“I know I deserve how he treat me. He reminds me all the time. Loving Harry can make up for everything bad that I’ve done.”


I looked at him. He was daft. His very arguments were insane. “That’s madness. How do you know he loves you? How could any one treat someone they loved the way that Harry treats you?”

He took a few steps back and just yelled. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! He told me he loved me! He told me two weeks and three days ago that he loved me. How dare you say… How dare you say…” he faded off weakly.

“The truth?” I said as gently as I could.

He crumbled. Malfoy ran forward and clung to my legs. He sobbed to me pathetically, “Please don’t tell Harry I yelled at you. Please don’t tell Harry. Please don’t tell him what I did.”

How did this happen?

How could my best friend become abusive? How could my childhood enemy be clinging to my knees in a fit of tears?

I barely remember the rest of that night. I made Draco sleep in Harry’s b4ed when he tired himself from just crying and I went to sleep in mine.

In the middle of the night Draco climbed into bed with me – I don’t know why, maybe he couldn’t sleep by himself – and the point is I didn’t push him away. I fell asleep that night with him curled up next to me.

I awoke with him pressed again me the next morning, dead asleep, he looked peaceful for the first time. All I could think was, I have to protect you, as I ran my fingers through his blond hair instinctively.

At breakfast Harry poked me in the side and asked innocently, “Hey Ron, sleep well?”

I choked on my food and blushed. Hermione stared at me, \"What kind of a reaction was that.”

“I saw him in his bed with-” Harry started but I cut him off.

“I was having nightmares again. About the Aragog from second year.” I told her and glared blue murder at Harry. What was he playing at? I grabbed my bags and left breakfast early.

That afternoon, I went to see Hermione privately and for the first time in weeks, it wasn’t because I wanted to ask her out.

“Hermione,” I asked her. “If you saw a guy sexually harassing a girl, would you tell him to stop? How would you make him stop?”

She looked up from her books as I began talking and listened attentively. “I don’t know. I can’t imagine any one doing something like that at Hogwarts?”

How about worse, Hermione? Can you imagine worse? I don’t have to imagine because I’ve seen worse. That’s basically what ran through my mind after she spoke.

I pressed her, “Hypothetically, what would you do?” She observed me silently for a moment before saying, “This is really important to you, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

She looked back to her book and answered, “I’d walk away.”

I made a sound of shock.

She looked up and rolled her eyes, “Look Ron, if she didn’t make him leave, then she was just probably playing around. She wanted to be touched.”

I nodded but kept my other question quiet. What would you do if you say your best friend doing horrible things? What would you say if I never told any one what I saw?

She asked nonchalantly, “Did you ask Harry the same question?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“No reason.”

Yes, reason! Very big reason!

Oh God, what can I do?

I spent the night not studying in the common room. I couldn’t face Harry back upstairs in our dorm. I didn’t know what to expect or what would happen. Especially after the entire thing at breakfast.

It didn’t end there.

It was the last day of the winter holiday, when I saw Draco Malfoy again. Harry Hermione and I were sitting together like usual.

When I looked up and saw him, it was a surprise. He rarely showed up to eat. Ever. I used to think it was because he preferred to eat in the kitchens. Now I think, it was because of Harry.

He would cast shy looks to our end of the table, Crabbe and Goyle flanked him like they usually did. Our eyes connected over the table and when they did, I saw how alone he felt separated from everyone else. He didn’t hide it from me.

We both broke contact at the same time and looked away blushing.

“What is it?” asked Hermione as she reached for another helping of rice pudding.

“Nothing,” I replied, hoping she would drop the subject. She did but Harry could tell something was off, and when he looked to where I had turned away from, he knew what it was. His expression became harsh and cruel.

His hands clenched around his silverware and he released his knife and fork. They clattered against his plate. He stood up suddenly and left quickly.

“Now, what’s wrong with him?” Hermione asked me. I shrugged but secretly I knew it was because he thought that Harry had feelings for me after what happened. No good would come of this.


I had to explain to Harry that it was an accident so I stood and left. I heard Hermione condescendingly mutter, “Boys,” behind me as I left.

Behind me I heard a scraping sound and footsteps behind me. Draco must have decided to follow me.

Just outside the doors of the Great Hall I waited for him to slip in through the closed doors. When he did, I pulled the door shut behind him, and then grabbed his arm. When I touched him, he winced.

“What the…” I pulled back his sleeve to reveal red bruises and scars, faded a bright white that shone against the red.

“This has got to stop,” I told him with my hands shaking. What if… What if Harry went too far? He snatched his right arm away from me, “I can handle it.”

“Well the bruises on your arm tell me you can’t,” I shot back.

His entire face tinged with pink. “Why would you care? I’m just a slimy Slytherin with a d-death eater family. Since when do y-you care about Draco Malfoy?” he demanded. He was trying not to cry, I could tell. He was still angry though.

I replied equally as angry, “No one deserves to be treated the way he treats you.”

“Stay out of my business, Ron,” he told me warningly. The words hung there in the air a moment.

“I can’t let you do this,” I countered. “It’s not right. You should be with some one who cares about you and loves you.”

“He is. He’s with me.”

I turned around. Harry was standing there, glaring with his wand pointed right at my chest. “I’d never thought you’d try something like this Ron.”

“And I never thought you were capable of beating your boyfriend to death,” I countered. I balled my fists. This wasn’t Harry any longer.

He narrowed his eyes and raised his chin, as if having something to prove. “Come here slut.”

I flinched.

“We’ll continue this conversation later in private, “ Harry held his hand out to Draco, demanding in his silent way that Draco go with him.

Draco looked at me and hesitated for a moment. Yet, he turned away right afterwards and took his hand.

“Don’t do this Draco,” I pleaded. “For your own sake, please don’t go with him.” I stood there.

And waited.

The doors of the great hall burst open at that moment and a flood of teachers spilled out. Sprout flit forward and pulled Draco away from Harry.

“Stupefy,” pronounced Dumbledore and Harry fell over unconscious.

Sprout released Draco and he looked stunned. He slowly moved to wrap his arm around himself and cry silently. He shivered and looked like a lost child.

“I just… I… I…” I tried to say something but I couldn’t find the word to exress myself. I wanted to explain, to lie, to joke, to… I didn’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever know what I wanted to say at that moment.

Hermione ran forward and hugged me tightly. “It’s okay,” she said. To my surprise, she let go of me and did the same thing to Draco. He melted into her embrace and sobbed hysterically on her shoulder.

McGonagall led me away to give her a witness statement about everything I knew was happening. She let me sleep in her office that night after I was done talking. She said, the circumstances justified it.

When I awoke the next day, I remembered classes began. I felt no hunger so I decided to just grab my things and go to class. It was probably too late for breakfast anyways.

I found Harry’s bed still made and untouched.

I left right after that. I felt catonic, I wouldn’t answer any ones questions. Mostly because I didn’t know how to answer them without causing myself more pain.


It was Transfigurations I had first that morning. I entered the room a little late and the class hushed for a moment before breaking out into whispers again. I sat alone at my desk, Harry’s absence drawing stronger.

McGonagall soon entered and the lesson was underway until Seamus interrupted with a question. “Er, Professor, why is Harry missing? Why wasn’t Ron in the Tower last night?”

McGonagall turned a dark wine color and replied with, “Mr. Finnegan why would such a thing concern you.”

The class burst into a fury of shouts and questions. Professor McGonagall raised her hand and the class calmed down. Dean raised his hand and she asked haggardly, “What is it, Mr. Thomas?

“Harry’s out mate, we want to know.”


She bit her lip softly, and then sat down behind her desk to answer the question. “Mr. Potter has had a report of abuse filed against him. He is at St. Mungo’s hospital because your Headmaster believe that he has been poisoned with Dark Magic by You-Know-Who to cause him to do such things.”

The class gasped and shivered at the thought. They whispered among themselves at the implication of such a thing. My head began to ache.

Parvati stood up, “Who? How?”

I couldn’t take it anymore, “Can we please get back to the lesson?”

Seamus said suspiciously, “You’re Harry’s best mate. You’d think you of all people would want to know.”

I stood up from behind my desk and clenched my fist. Lavender and Parvati gasped. I gave him a scathing look, “I know what happened because I was involved in it and frankly, I couldn’t care what the hell happened to the bastard or where he is as long as it’s not here.”


“Now that’s enough. Sit down class.” McGonagall said sharply. She softened and added, “For those who would like to know, it was Mr. Malfoy who was mistreated.”

The reaction to this information was not what I expected. “You expect us to trust a Slytherin? He’s probably being beaten around by some one else or faking.”

I refused to hear any more of this. I grabbed my bag and stormed out.


I skipped the rest of my classes and spent the day in the library. I waited past lunch and dinner until it was early evening. I went up to the library and tried to forget that I spent the entire day staring at the same page of the same book.

I reached the portrait hole and climbed through. When I got in, everyone fell into a hush. All eyes where on me as I slowly closed the hole behind me.

Colin Creevy looked nervously about him and then stepped forward from all the others. “Is it true?” he asked me.

Huh?

Ginny was looking at everyone hatefully. She sat on the couch being held there back by her boyfriend Dean. Her ears were a shade of strawberry red. She only turned that color when she was furious. She jerked away from Dean and stormed out of the common room. Dean scowled. I stared at the spot she was sitting in when I realized some one was talking to me.

“What?” I asked.

“Is it true your siding with the Slytherin?” Collin repeated.

I felt my blood turn cold, “So what if I am?”

“Then you aren’t welcome here,”murmered a familiar voice from my left. I looked and it was Hermione.

“Et tu?” I spoke quietly.

Her cheeks were tear stained and her arms were folded tightly. Her clothes and hair were disheveled. “Please don’t cause a scene Ron,” she asked me. She sniffled and wiped her cheeks with the edge of her robe sleeve. Her eyes were watery and dull.

“Why should I throw a scene? I’ve just been kicked out of my home by my best friend. I’m going to go upstairs and pack so I can get away from you bastards!” I finished at full yell. How could they just sit there and kick me out after all I’ve done for them?

“I’ve already pack your things, they’re by the door.” She told me matter-of-factly. I looked and there was my trunk. “You can check to make sure all your things are there, if you want, “ she told me.

“Fine, “ I snapped. “Fine. I’ll leave. You’ll regret this.” I dragged my trunk out of the hole and screamed, “I swear you’ll live to regret this.”

I slammed the portrait shut.

It took me a couple of hours and dozens of bruises but I managed to get my trunk down to the Slytherin Common Room entrance. It was the only place I could think of going to.

I waited and eventually Bulstrode walked by and stared at me suspiciously. She asked me why I was there, of course using ruder words that those. I explained to her everything and when I finished she told me, “The password. It’s Dementor.”

The door opened and I pulled my trunk in before sitting down on the couch and pulling a Quidditch magazine from my trunk.

The slytherins looked at me quietly and sent some one to fetch Draco for me. He appeared from the stairwell off to my left. He walked towards me looking at me quizzically, and then sat down next to me.

“What are you doing here, Ron?” he asked confused.

I explained to him the situation with Hermione and waited for his reaction. He didn’t seem to know what to do so his House decided for him. A few of his fellow slytherins grabbed my trunk and began to carry it down the stairs.

“Hey,” Draco yelled. “Put it next to my trunk.” He smiled and we both started to laugh.

“Thanks rommie.”


“Don’t push it.”

And so we lived as two friends. We were hated by the school but we were happy. The house elves moved a bed into my new dorm so I didn’t have to sleep in the same bed as Draco but I got the feeling that if I had to, he wouldn’t have minded sharing with me.

After the first week, Luna and Ginny showed up and moved in with us too. Ginny thrived in the dungeons. She was just so happy with her new friends. She started learning Dark spells and became an expert in the Dark Arts. You could find her having arguments with Snape on the applications of certain spells.

Luna was adopted as sort of the House pet. Every one adored her eccentric, free spirit nature and no one made her feel unwanted or apart from the group. I’m pretty sure she was happy too.

As for Draco, and me we became better friends that even Harry and I were. We clicked on a level I’ve never clicked with any one before. We would spend hours playing chess against each other or arguing over homework. Our beds were right next to each other until one day when we were getting dressed for bed, I bumped into Draco and I kissed him by accident.

After that we avoided each other for a week until one night I woke up and Draco was in my bed with me. He kissed me and then he did much more than just kiss. We slept in the same bed together after that. Loving him was the best thing I ever did.

I to visit his parents with him over the Easter holidays.

Narcissa actually liked me, as a person. She thought I was good for Draco and we got along really well. Mr. Malfoy (not Lucius because I know he’d Cruciatus me if I ever called him that) liked that I let Draco have complete control over our relationship, that I was purebred (even if I was a Weasly), and yes, I was willing to take a potion to be a woman for a year and produce Malfoy heirs as long as Draco wanted it and as long as Mr. Malfoy wouldn’t hurt me. He also made it very clear that if I would harm his son in any way, he would torture me until I died, then bring me back from the dead and torture me again. After he got all that established he was a really nice guy that terrified the shit out of me. He even mentioned training me to take his place in the ranks of the Death Eater so Draco wouldn’t have to do it (since he’s far too fragile for it).


Of course I told Draco everything that happened and he was thrilled that his parents were still so protective of him. And worried for his boyfriend’s life. I hope.


Everything was going great until one May morning… Harry Potter strode into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione. As he walked in the room burst into a roar of applause. Everywhere but my corner of the room. Even most of the Slytherins were clapping reluctantly.


We stayed up most of that night talking about our issues together before we went to sleep. I felt some one shake me awake only an few hours after I went to sleep. The entire Slytherin court surrounded our bed. Most of the girls were crying and even Goyle had a bit of a mist in his eye. Something was wrong.


“Where’s Ginny?” I asked frantically. Draco sat up in bed and placed one arm around my waist to calm me. The Court only became more upset.


I grabbed the edge of Millie’s robe, she looked the calmest. “Listen, Ron. Harry’s not right in the head. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know what he was doing.” She began before choking back sobs.


“What did he do to her?” I demanded hysterically.


Millie choked out, “Harry, h-h-he kil-led her.”


They told me afterwards that I simply reached for my wand and left. I instinctively knew where her body was and I reached it in moments. What I can remember is pulling back the sheet covering her body to see the words “You take something that’s mine, I’ll take what’s yours” carved into her chest. They told me that it took Madam Pomfrey, Snape, and three students wandering by to pull me off of Harry when I tried to choke him to death in his bed, only a few down from Ginny. They told me it took me nearly a liter of Calming Draught to relax enough so I’d stop trying to kill Harry. It took me years of grief counseling to get over it.

After high school, I became the Dark Lord’s right hand man and Draco got himself a seat in the Department of Wizarding Education. So, you see Ginny, Sirius, Granddad William, my life wasn’t as bad as any of you thought. That is, if you don’t count being Avada Kedavra’d by Theodore Nott when my back was turned.


Oh man, when Draco get’s here, he’s going to kill me.



That’s not funny.