Beyond Words
Title: Beyond Words
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I had them, they would be doing exaclty what they did in Never Been Kissed by LadyoftheFay. They are J.K.s
Writing Time: 20 minutes
Hope you guys like it.
"Ron." Draco sighed as he sat down in the grass on top of the hill. "You're so stupid, you know? You're stupid for everything... for making me like you... love you... fall for you... I hate you."
He willed himself to believe it, but he knew it wasn't true.
He was answered by silence. He sighed again.
"You never did defend yourself, did you? You'd always let me walk all over you no matter what... I should think you pathetic for it, weak... and yet I don't, I never could. You've got that power of me... maybe it isn't you that's pathetic, maybe it's me. Pathetic for being weak enough to let love change my views and my emotions. It's such a wicked thing, love. No matter how happy you can be, you always end up getting hurt somehow... always getting hurt we are..." he trailed off as the noise he was answered by was the wind blowing the long, uncut grass in sharp angles.
He thought on something he had said before. "Defending yourself. You never would. It's odd really, you will throw your life out in front of Harry or Hermione but you'd never worry about your own well being would you? You'd never think of yourself, it was always someone else first, wasn't it? Someone like me, wasn't it?" He heaved and felt the tears pricking and stinging his eyes. He breathed in quickly, willing it to stop but it only continued and finally he broke down and cried fully onto a false shoulder.
"God, Ron, why'd you do this to me? Why'd you do it for me? I don't understand... I don't think I ever will..." He sniffed. "I don't deserve this... I don't deserve you. Why?"
He wished Ron would answer him. He was always so quiet... never wanted to talk to him... never wanted to explain why. He always just left Draco alone to think it out for himself, which he never could; he never got anywhere but crying like a baby and wishing it would all just change.
"You deserve it, you know. Trying to be brave, trying to take charge... It's not your job, Ron. You are the faithful sidekick, you are the one that stands behind Harry, slightly to the right, enough to see but not enough to know you're there. You aren't the hero... you weren't supposed to try and be the hero..." He heaved and again and felt like he was going to vomit. He never did though.
"I blame him for it, you know. It's his fault. It's all Harry's fault. Had he not pushed you aside... made you feel like some sideliner... you never would have... damn you Harry Potter!" Draco drove his fist into the ground and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"But he's not here anymore is he? He's not here for me to beat to a bloody pulp for this... no of course not. He's not here because he's dead. Rolling around in the ground somewhere... no, he's no where to be found, is he? No one is anymore. Not Harry, not Snape... not fucking Dumbledore... not even you."
Draco caressed the headstone, willing it to speak back to him, but it never did. Ron never answered him anymore. "I hate you Ronald Weasley." Draco finally stood up to face the headstone, dropping the bouquet of flowers he had brought.
"I hate you for saving me... letting me live and killing yourself. I hate you... I hate you for leaving me here... leaving me alone. I'm so alone..."
He sobbed and finally turned and began walking down the hill, no longer being able to contain his sanity. As he walked the wind howled loudly and half pushed him down the hill and he could have sworn he heard it speak to him... carry a voice from miles and miles away, to somewhere he only wished he could break breach.
"I love you too, Draco."
-fin-
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I had them, they would be doing exaclty what they did in Never Been Kissed by LadyoftheFay. They are J.K.s
Writing Time: 20 minutes
Hope you guys like it.
"Ron." Draco sighed as he sat down in the grass on top of the hill. "You're so stupid, you know? You're stupid for everything... for making me like you... love you... fall for you... I hate you."
He willed himself to believe it, but he knew it wasn't true.
He was answered by silence. He sighed again.
"You never did defend yourself, did you? You'd always let me walk all over you no matter what... I should think you pathetic for it, weak... and yet I don't, I never could. You've got that power of me... maybe it isn't you that's pathetic, maybe it's me. Pathetic for being weak enough to let love change my views and my emotions. It's such a wicked thing, love. No matter how happy you can be, you always end up getting hurt somehow... always getting hurt we are..." he trailed off as the noise he was answered by was the wind blowing the long, uncut grass in sharp angles.
He thought on something he had said before. "Defending yourself. You never would. It's odd really, you will throw your life out in front of Harry or Hermione but you'd never worry about your own well being would you? You'd never think of yourself, it was always someone else first, wasn't it? Someone like me, wasn't it?" He heaved and felt the tears pricking and stinging his eyes. He breathed in quickly, willing it to stop but it only continued and finally he broke down and cried fully onto a false shoulder.
"God, Ron, why'd you do this to me? Why'd you do it for me? I don't understand... I don't think I ever will..." He sniffed. "I don't deserve this... I don't deserve you. Why?"
He wished Ron would answer him. He was always so quiet... never wanted to talk to him... never wanted to explain why. He always just left Draco alone to think it out for himself, which he never could; he never got anywhere but crying like a baby and wishing it would all just change.
"You deserve it, you know. Trying to be brave, trying to take charge... It's not your job, Ron. You are the faithful sidekick, you are the one that stands behind Harry, slightly to the right, enough to see but not enough to know you're there. You aren't the hero... you weren't supposed to try and be the hero..." He heaved and again and felt like he was going to vomit. He never did though.
"I blame him for it, you know. It's his fault. It's all Harry's fault. Had he not pushed you aside... made you feel like some sideliner... you never would have... damn you Harry Potter!" Draco drove his fist into the ground and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"But he's not here anymore is he? He's not here for me to beat to a bloody pulp for this... no of course not. He's not here because he's dead. Rolling around in the ground somewhere... no, he's no where to be found, is he? No one is anymore. Not Harry, not Snape... not fucking Dumbledore... not even you."
Draco caressed the headstone, willing it to speak back to him, but it never did. Ron never answered him anymore. "I hate you Ronald Weasley." Draco finally stood up to face the headstone, dropping the bouquet of flowers he had brought.
"I hate you for saving me... letting me live and killing yourself. I hate you... I hate you for leaving me here... leaving me alone. I'm so alone..."
He sobbed and finally turned and began walking down the hill, no longer being able to contain his sanity. As he walked the wind howled loudly and half pushed him down the hill and he could have sworn he heard it speak to him... carry a voice from miles and miles away, to somewhere he only wished he could break breach.
"I love you too, Draco."
-fin-