Tragic Desicion (Poem to a Horse)
Title: Tragic Desicion
Author: Dquer
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character: Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Ron confronts Draco after he almost dies because of Draco's poisoned mead.
Warnings: Implied homosexual content.
Notes:I don't own Harry Potter or Poem to a Horse. Comments are appreciated
You're to far to bring you close
And too high to see below
just hangin' on your daily dose
Ron stared out of the library window, the early spring snow sliding past the glass as the sun showed itself on this cold, but bright, spring day. He glanced around for a clock, but found none. He had tucked himself into the most secluded corner of the library. Everyone assumed that he was with Lavendar, and Lavendar refused to come into the library because of Hermione. So he was safe, for the time being. Draco just needed to come soon.
I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have?
He knew that Draco might not come. It was in the boy’s nature to avoid the best thing for him. That’s what Ron was, the best thing that had ever happened to Draco Malfoy. He didn’t even really remember when it had started. It had just… happened in an empty hallway. Three years now. Yes… three years. He had been moody and temperamental because he couldn’t declare his relationship to the school. He had been sullen when Harry got attention and started chasing after girls because, before Malfoy, he had wanted Harry. And then there had been Fleur, who he did admit was beautiful. Even after he recognized that he was attractive to her because she was part Veela, he kept up the a ct so that no one would think he was gay. Draco did the same. He slept around Slythering and the other Pureblood families.
Shaking his head, Ron wondered yet again how such a wonderful boy…man could be interested in him. It seemed implausible, after all the teasing (which still ensued) and the nasty pranks and cruel jokes. And yet, it all made perfect sense. Absolute perfect sense. Deciding not to question it anymore, he settled back into the chair.
It was foolish really, to expect him to come. Draco couldn’t even admit their relationship. How could he take time out of his life to meet with Ron, no matter how urgent the matter. So Ron sighed and got to his feet and turned to leaving, ramming into Malfoy. “What was so desperately urgent that I had to miss my nap?” he drawled, a hint of joking in his voice.
“You almost killed me,” Ron answered flatly, wasting no time.
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
“You jest,” he drawled again, draping himself over the chair.
Ron settled down across from him, his elbows resting heavily on his knees. “You mean to tell me that you didn’t give Slughorn that poisoned mead?”
The other boy’s face turned paler than pale and he had to force the drawl into his voice. “You drank that?”
“He gave me some, yes. Draco I don-“
“It wasn’t meant for you!”
“I know that. But still wha-“
Draco’s voice dropped to an intense whisper. “I would never hurt you.”
Ron held his gaze firmly, resisting the need to reach forward and clasp Draco’s hand. He knew that the other boy was still self-conscious about such classic romantic gestures. “Whatever you’re doing, Draco. You need to stop.” He received no answer. “First Katie, and now me. Whoever you’re trying to get… whatever you’re trying to do, you have to stop before you kill someone.”
“No.”
“Well, then you’re a bloody idiot and I’m fucking done with you.” He rose from his chair without a backwards glance and strode calmly out of the library.
You start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
I'll leave again
Cuz I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
Ron had rehearsed those words over and over in his head as he had waited. He had known the answer before he had even asked the question. That was the only response. You’re a bloody idiot and I’m fucking done with you. He knew that Draco had yet to admit the severity of his feelings for Ron, so nothing could overcome his sense of loyalty to his family, his cause, or whatever the hell he felt a loyalty to. It certainly wasn’t Ron.
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
He heard Lavendar’s voice and swerved into an empty corridor. “Ron!” she called, her voice grating against his ears. What he’d give to hear Draco whisper his name in that strange tenor voice… what’d he’d give if he never had to touch another girl again. But he wouldn’t think about that. He wouldn’t think about Draco. Thoughts would only bring pain, and he as trying to avoid that as long as possible, maybe to the next meal. “Malfoy, have you see Ron?”
“No.” Ron cringed, shuffling farther down the hallway, but he soon heard Draco’s sharp footsteps gaining on him.
“What do you want?”
“You don’t understand what you’re asking of me.”
His eyes narrowed and he shot Draco a glare out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’s you who doesn’t understand.”
I'd rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
Cuz to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
“All I’m asking is that you stop being reckless with your life - which are are being because you’re reckless with others. Trust me, I’ve been in my share of tight situations to understand that sometimes necessity overrides everything else, but I don’t want you to die because I care about you. Damn it, Draco. I’d even venture to say that I love you. I love you. You hear that?”
The Slytherin stopped walking and just stared at him. Ron continued on his way, having said everything that needed to be said. “You don’t understand,” Malfoy whispered before disappearing into a side room.
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
Cuz there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've got other things to do
Ron walked for quite a while. He didn’t know where he was going. Frankly, he didn’t care. Eventually Lavendar caught up with him and he tried to make out with her but Draco was on the back of his mind. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t find it within himself to kiss her.
But he couldn’t go back to Draco either. He had nearly killed him… and the boy had not even blinked with concern. Whatever. If he wasn’t more important than some stupid cause or mission, than he couldn’t have stayed. He couldn’t have. But how he wanted to. He wanted to take back the last few hours like he wanted a good fuck.
So he contented himself with staring into the fire, playing the scenes over and over in his head. Hearing Draco’s voice. Seeing Draco’s face. And then he went up to bed, waking the next morning with the Slytherin successively compartmentalized - at least compartmentalized enough so that he could effectively kiss Lavendar.
I'll leave again 'cause I've
Been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
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Author: Dquer
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character: Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Ron confronts Draco after he almost dies because of Draco's poisoned mead.
Warnings: Implied homosexual content.
Notes:I don't own Harry Potter or Poem to a Horse. Comments are appreciated
You're to far to bring you close
And too high to see below
just hangin' on your daily dose
Ron stared out of the library window, the early spring snow sliding past the glass as the sun showed itself on this cold, but bright, spring day. He glanced around for a clock, but found none. He had tucked himself into the most secluded corner of the library. Everyone assumed that he was with Lavendar, and Lavendar refused to come into the library because of Hermione. So he was safe, for the time being. Draco just needed to come soon.
I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have?
He knew that Draco might not come. It was in the boy’s nature to avoid the best thing for him. That’s what Ron was, the best thing that had ever happened to Draco Malfoy. He didn’t even really remember when it had started. It had just… happened in an empty hallway. Three years now. Yes… three years. He had been moody and temperamental because he couldn’t declare his relationship to the school. He had been sullen when Harry got attention and started chasing after girls because, before Malfoy, he had wanted Harry. And then there had been Fleur, who he did admit was beautiful. Even after he recognized that he was attractive to her because she was part Veela, he kept up the a ct so that no one would think he was gay. Draco did the same. He slept around Slythering and the other Pureblood families.
Shaking his head, Ron wondered yet again how such a wonderful boy…man could be interested in him. It seemed implausible, after all the teasing (which still ensued) and the nasty pranks and cruel jokes. And yet, it all made perfect sense. Absolute perfect sense. Deciding not to question it anymore, he settled back into the chair.
It was foolish really, to expect him to come. Draco couldn’t even admit their relationship. How could he take time out of his life to meet with Ron, no matter how urgent the matter. So Ron sighed and got to his feet and turned to leaving, ramming into Malfoy. “What was so desperately urgent that I had to miss my nap?” he drawled, a hint of joking in his voice.
“You almost killed me,” Ron answered flatly, wasting no time.
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
“You jest,” he drawled again, draping himself over the chair.
Ron settled down across from him, his elbows resting heavily on his knees. “You mean to tell me that you didn’t give Slughorn that poisoned mead?”
The other boy’s face turned paler than pale and he had to force the drawl into his voice. “You drank that?”
“He gave me some, yes. Draco I don-“
“It wasn’t meant for you!”
“I know that. But still wha-“
Draco’s voice dropped to an intense whisper. “I would never hurt you.”
Ron held his gaze firmly, resisting the need to reach forward and clasp Draco’s hand. He knew that the other boy was still self-conscious about such classic romantic gestures. “Whatever you’re doing, Draco. You need to stop.” He received no answer. “First Katie, and now me. Whoever you’re trying to get… whatever you’re trying to do, you have to stop before you kill someone.”
“No.”
“Well, then you’re a bloody idiot and I’m fucking done with you.” He rose from his chair without a backwards glance and strode calmly out of the library.
You start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
I'll leave again
Cuz I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
Ron had rehearsed those words over and over in his head as he had waited. He had known the answer before he had even asked the question. That was the only response. You’re a bloody idiot and I’m fucking done with you. He knew that Draco had yet to admit the severity of his feelings for Ron, so nothing could overcome his sense of loyalty to his family, his cause, or whatever the hell he felt a loyalty to. It certainly wasn’t Ron.
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
He heard Lavendar’s voice and swerved into an empty corridor. “Ron!” she called, her voice grating against his ears. What he’d give to hear Draco whisper his name in that strange tenor voice… what’d he’d give if he never had to touch another girl again. But he wouldn’t think about that. He wouldn’t think about Draco. Thoughts would only bring pain, and he as trying to avoid that as long as possible, maybe to the next meal. “Malfoy, have you see Ron?”
“No.” Ron cringed, shuffling farther down the hallway, but he soon heard Draco’s sharp footsteps gaining on him.
“What do you want?”
“You don’t understand what you’re asking of me.”
His eyes narrowed and he shot Draco a glare out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’s you who doesn’t understand.”
I'd rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
Cuz to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
“All I’m asking is that you stop being reckless with your life - which are are being because you’re reckless with others. Trust me, I’ve been in my share of tight situations to understand that sometimes necessity overrides everything else, but I don’t want you to die because I care about you. Damn it, Draco. I’d even venture to say that I love you. I love you. You hear that?”
The Slytherin stopped walking and just stared at him. Ron continued on his way, having said everything that needed to be said. “You don’t understand,” Malfoy whispered before disappearing into a side room.
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
Cuz there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've got other things to do
Ron walked for quite a while. He didn’t know where he was going. Frankly, he didn’t care. Eventually Lavendar caught up with him and he tried to make out with her but Draco was on the back of his mind. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t find it within himself to kiss her.
But he couldn’t go back to Draco either. He had nearly killed him… and the boy had not even blinked with concern. Whatever. If he wasn’t more important than some stupid cause or mission, than he couldn’t have stayed. He couldn’t have. But how he wanted to. He wanted to take back the last few hours like he wanted a good fuck.
So he contented himself with staring into the fire, playing the scenes over and over in his head. Hearing Draco’s voice. Seeing Draco’s face. And then he went up to bed, waking the next morning with the Slytherin successively compartmentalized - at least compartmentalized enough so that he could effectively kiss Lavendar.
I'll leave again 'cause I've
Been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
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