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Recovery	By : farfie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes

this is the sequel to 'Obsession'. while that story was a one chapter-dark-rape fic this is going to be a multi-chapter romance-funny-angsty fic. you might want to read Obsession first, but it's not intirely nessecary. (especially since that story is Goyle/Draco and.. well.. can we say ew? yes we can. ew.)

Run Down of Obsession For You Lazy Folk

Goyle is obsessed. He decides to take action. Draco is raped and left in broom closet, while Goyle goes off to get something to eat with Crabbe. and it ended just like that, which is where this story starts.

Disclaimer

it's pointless in my saying this because.. well.. who in their right mind would believe me if i tried to say I owned Harry Potter and Co? Huh? Well? that's what i thought, dammit! BUT SOMEDAY!!! I will own every single male Weasley, except Percy becuase I'm not into Obsessive Compulsive people.

Warnings

This is Ron/Draco slashy goodness! I am obsessed with them, okay. And writing this is my therapy... sort of... o.O;;... Also, sex wont take place for a few chapters! BUT, once my little toys - i mean Boys! - get started, you'll have so much smut your head will explode.

Recovery - Chapter One

Ronald Weasley wasn't shocked to find himself alone that evening. His friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, were in the library doing... well... whatever ever it is those two have been doing in there. Ron had his suspisions. Oh yes, he had a very good idea as to what they were doing. One didn't grow up with more brothers than the mafia had hitmen without learning a thing or two. Especially in his family. Ron had a better idea at what Harry and Hermione were doing than they probably did. Of course, in the end, it was probably his imagination and jealousy playing tricks on him.

None the less, Ron was alone as he walked to dinner that fine Friday evening. He decided this called for action. Not the kind of action you would think, but the action of taking a new way to the Great Hall. Oh, yes, our Ronniekins was quite the explorer.

It can only be considered coincidence that Ron walked down the very same hallway that the lone resident cried in. Or maybe, for those romantic few, it was fate. When Ron rounded the corner, he could hear the faint sound of weeping. He passed it off as nothing and continued on his way. It wasn't untill he passed the only door in the corridor that he realized the crying was real.

The door opened, letting in a stream of light into the broom closet. Ron's blue eyes widened as the sight within registered in his red-headed brain. A pale-blonde head rested on it's knees, hiding the persons face from veiw. His clothes were ripped, pants unbutton, and hair disheaveled. At the sound of the door and Ron's gasp, the blonde head lifted.

Ron wouldn't of believed it if he had heard it from somewhere else. But he had spent the past six years glaring at Draco Malfoy, and he could recognise the pureblood anywhere. Even now, with his face swollen from crying. Ron knew those eyes, the steel grey.

"M-Malfoy?" Ron whispered, debating whether to take a step towards the boy or not. Draco's eyes widened and he scooted further away from the door, cringing slightly. Ron swallowed before speaking again. "Are you okay?"

"I'm bloody wonderful, Weasley." Draco sad, his voice hoarse. Ron opened the door all the way and took a good look at the Slytherin, his eyes getting wider.

"Bloody is right." Ron whispered. "We need to get you to Madame Pomfrey."

"Let me be, Weasel." Draco said, straining to put vemon into his voice. "I just want to be left alone."

"Like hell I will." Ron replied. He looked down the hall and then back at Draco, thinking. He stepped into the closet, nearly knocking over a mop, and knelt next to Draco. Draco glared at him, eyes narrowed. Like he was expecting Ron to do something to him. Ron held his breath and slowly stretched out his arm.

"Why are you doing this?" Draco suddenly asked, causing Ron to jerk his hand away. Ron opened his mouth, but said nothing. "Why aren't you laughing at me?"

"Why would I laugh? Look at you... What happened?" Ron said softly, trying to immitate the type of voice his mother always used when he was upset. Draco stared. Slowly, Ron settled down onto the floor and pulled his knees up, hugging them lightly.

"What are you doing, Weasel?" Draco sounded tired.

"If you won't let me take you to Madame Pomfrey, then I'm going to stay here and make sure your okay." Ron replied, talking slowly as though Draco was a child. Draco frowned and rested his forhead once more on his arms. Ron took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Why should I? So you can go tell Golden Boy and the Mudblood? I think not. I dont' need the whole school laughing at me for my weaknesses, Weasel." Draco's voice was slightly muffled, but Ron could tell he was trying not to cry again. "It's bad enough you found me."

"I won't tell anyone." Ron said. Draco turned his head slightly to the side and looked at Ron out fo the corner of his eye. Ron shrugged. "What good will it do me? I do have a conscious, Malfoy. I dont' think I could live with myself if I hurt someone that badly."

"Always the Gryffindor, eh Weasley?" Draco asked, raising a perfect blonde eyebrow.

"I was sorted into the house for a reason, Malfoy."

"I dont' know."

"Dont' know what?" Ron gave him a confused look. Draco sighed, running his hands through his pale hair.

"I don't really know what happened." Draco muttered, his voice straining. "One moment I was walking down the hall with Crabbe and Goyle. The next I was being dragged in here and..."

"And what?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Draco said hastily. There is pure silence for a moment. Ron watches Draco, wishing he could just figure out what happened. Draco glanced over at Ron. He blinks, rather shocked at the serious worry on the red-heads face. Before Draco can move, his mouth is open and he's talking. Describing. Explaining. And Crying.

"He took my wand. I couldn't defend myself. The door was locked and silenced. I fell. There I was, Draco Malfoy, on my knees." Draco shivered slightly. "I tried to fight him, I really did. I just wasn't bloody strong enough! It hurt... It still hurts."

"God, Malfoy..." Ron whispered. "..Who?"

"I dont' know." Ron had to strain to hear him. "I think... It sounded like Goyle."

"We've got to tell som-"

"No!" Draco suddenly screamed, grabbing Ron's shoulders. He looked at Ron desperately. "Please. If my father found out-"

"Your father?" Ron asked quickly. "Malfoy, your father -- Malfoy! Goyle can't get away with this."

"You dont' understand!" Ron gasped as Draco leaned forward and rested his head on Ron's shoulder. "You can't understand. My father will be dishonoured. It's humiliating. It will just prove to him how weak I am."

"But-"

"Weasley, please." Draco whispered.

"Fine... But your hurt, Malfoy." Ron said, lifting Draco's head off his shoulder. "You need some typ med medical attention. Let me take you to Madame Pomfrey. Malfoy, dont' worry. I won't tell her what happened. Just let her help you. It's your choice if you want to tell the truth or not."

"Why are you being so nice to me, Weasel?" Draco asked.

"Because your letting me." Ron replied.

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