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Ron:
Ron watched the look on Draco’s face as Damon touched him; he looked scared than he’d been the day that Draco thought the Death Eaters took him. He watched as Damon’s smile faded a bit when Draco softly called for Lupin. It stabbed Ron right in the heart that Draco hadn’t asked for him. What had he done? Why didn’t Draco want him here anymore? It was the same feeling as in High school on this time much, much worse. He bit his lip finally moving towards the two. “Leave him alone Damon.” He hissed, it was apparent that something about Damon scared Draco, and honestly something about Damon wasn’t sitting right with Ron right now. “Why is it you’re scaring him? Stop touching him, and tell me why he’s bothered by you?” Ron knew something was amiss, something was deathly wrong right now. Damon just tucked his wand in his pants and stepped towards Ron, placing his hands on Ron’s shoulders leaning down and whispering in his ear. “I’ll be at home when you decide you want to be with someone competent.” He flicked his head at Draco, this one is clearly gone and lost it.” He mused. Ron reached out and grabbed Damon’s arm as Damon walked away. “Why is he afraid of you.” Damon shrugged his shoulders, “He’s mad Ron. That’s all.” And with that he walked out of the room. Ron let his eyes slip to Draco. “Pleas talk to me…” He swallowed, knowing Draco wouldn’t. He moved slowly closer and in Draco’s upturned hand he placed his wand gently in it. This was to show Draco he could trust him. “Please?” He asked, holding his arms up.
Draco:
The minute he heard the door close, Draco was back at his feed, immediatly throwing the peice of wood across the room. "What the fuck do you think your doing..." The boy was trembling, wrapping his arms back around his torso, his eyes wide, the whites visable. "Bringing him here..." Starting to pace the room, glaring back at Ron every moment or so. "The Order...They'll bring them here...The Order will have to...I have to go..." Suddenly stopping as realisation took over. "I have to go...Now..." His words werent really directed at Ron, he was talking to himself as he strode across the room, pulling out the few items of clothes he had left and throwing them on the bed, his beloved books following suit. Quickly he tied up the sheet, using it as a makeshift bag, to make up for the lack of a suitcase."Do you.." Throwing the sheet over his shoulder before striding back to Ron. "Do you have any idea what you've d-done" His voice stuttering as another sharp pain went through his forearm, hissing as he reached to remove the material of his cardigen. He gasped as he looked at the state of his blackened skin, that once pale and creamy arm now just a charred mess of burnt flesh and ink. "I..."Moving away from Ron once more, looking utterly disgusted. "I left you because I knew you didnt want me to be a death eater....I didnt think you would go and start dating another..."