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The Things That Tear Us Apart	By : RiverWhispers Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 1997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Things Revealed
- 2-The Things We Lost
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The Things That Tear Us Apart- War leaves no room for childhood to linger. Those fighting and those affected are forced to grow up faster than we should have to. War forms unlikely alliances, war steals that which belongs to only to us. War redefines love, friendship, honor. War brings us together. War tears us apart. RW/DM

DISCLAIMER: I don't own harry potter. I don't own any characters or settings, any thing that is in the books or movies. It's not mine and I'm not getting profit for it, nor am I asking. I love JK Rowling too much to be doing this for anything else but fun :)

Warnings: Slash, Underage Sexual Situations, Violence, Rape, Incest, a wee bit of OOC but not enough to be distracting. Rated MV. Ignores Half Blood Prince, Ignores some Deathly Hallows. May ignore some wizarding law.

Chapter 1- The Things Revealed

"Bloody hell... " The serious red haired boy grumbled to himself as he stalked down the hallways. "Why did I feel the need to walk around in the darkest, most spider infested hallway I could find?"

He was in the deepest part of the old castle, where not even the paintings had the nerve to make a noise at such a late hour. Ron told himself he was without purpose, as he had taken to doing recently. Sleep was beyond him at this point. Hermione was expecting him to return her love and affection, Harry was expecting him to fight in a war, Mum was expecting him to join The Order come summer... The amount of stress kept him up all hours. When really, all that Ron wanted was to be back in the summer before first year. Back when his biggest worry was if his brothers were growing fast enough that he would have a pair of decently fitting jeans. These days Merlin himself couldn't brew a stress relief potion strong enough for Ron.

Ron took a deep breath and sighed it out. He knew that tonight his reason for wandering the castle was entirely more important to him than the expectations others held. He sighed again and looked down at the map in his hands. Harry, being irresponsible as ever, never bothered to hide the map. That being so, Ron had "borrowed" it each evening, making sure that the boy wonder never suspected a thing come morning. Ron looked for the name that had caused him to rise out of his bed and sneak the map from Harry's trunk in the first place. He had to be getting close tonight, there was no way the hallway he was walking in wasn't the dungeon. After a second he saw he was right; not thirty meters from him that annoying dot lurked.

Draco Malfoy wasn't moving. He was sitting, hunched over his knees, and trying as hard as he could to cry. He was focused on making tears fall from his eyes, hoping that concentration would make it happen. He hadn't cried since he was an infant, but he wanted to. He needed to feel tears fall down his face. He needed to taste his own sweet salt as it trailed the contours of his face onto his lips. He whispered to himself all the reasons he had to cry. The same as he had night after night since the school year had began� "You're nothing, you have no family, you have no honor, pride or duty. You're ugly, you're cold, you're emotionless. You have no friends, no lovers, no followers. You're own enemies don't even care enough to hate you... " His list went on and he focused, focused, focused. Not noticing the dim light that slowly drifted towards him, nor the timid but determined footsteps.

"Those are quite the insults Malfoy, and here I didn't think you saw me coming� " Ron muttered lightly as he approached the boy. Draco jumped, his heart beating faster, and let out a small yelp. He tried to compose himself as Ron chuckled, but his lack of sleep and his unwillingness to care cut his efforts short of their goal. Ron noticed a curious twinge in Draco's eyes. It wasn't fear or apprehension, which would have been expected. Rather, it was something akin to confusion or confused affection... a sense of relief.

"Lost in the dark Weasel?" Draco drawled as best as he could. "Don't even have the brains to muster up a sense of direction?" He knew his insult was lacking, but at the moment he couldn't care. Tonight was the closest that Draco had ever come to crying, and tears or not, he was still an emotional wreak.

"Stuff it Malfoy, at least I don't curl up like baby when I insult somebody." Ron said. His voice was more flat than usual, the tone lacking a familiar venom. He looked down at the blonde boy, trying to make sense of what was going on in front of him. It wasn't every day he saw bloody confident Malfoy alone in a hallway, looking as if he wanted to cry.

"Sod off. I wouldn't sink so low as to waste such well crafted insults on a dirty blood traitor as yourself." Draco's voice started with a strong sneer, but by the end of his sentence he was all but mumbling. Ron looked down at the boy again, wondering where the real Draco Malfoy had gone and run off to.

"So who were you down there growling at then? The little ghost mice running around?" The red head was truly confused, the thought that Malfoy might be upset with himself did not even cross Ron's mind.

"I said sod off. Can't you just do one thing right for once in your life?" Draco shot back, his voice reduced to a whine. He didn't understand why, of all nights, this was the one that drew Ronald Weasley down to the dungeons. He chanced looking up at the boy he'd been ordered to hate his entire life. 'Blood traitors', his dad had always called the Weasleys. Now, Draco couldn't care less. To Lucius, Draco was worth less than even a blood traitor was. The blonde shook his head, trying to get all thoughts of the man who had formerly been his father out of his head. He wanted to cry, but not in front of the only boy his age who had ever given him the time of day.

"Malfoy... " Ron said, helplessly. By the tone of Draco's voice, he knew something was terribly wrong. He was torn between leaving, knowing it wasn't his place to interfere with Draco's life; or forcing a confession out of the boy. Taking half a step closer to his enemy, he decided on going for a happy medium. "Malfoy, why are you sulking about the dungeons at night any way?"

"Why in bloody hell does it matter to you? Why the fuck won't you just sod off?!" Draco yelled, loosing his temper. He jumped to his feet and closed the space between himself and the now red faced boy. "What I choose to do on my free time is none of your concern." He growled, pushing Ron backwards with as much force as he could muster in his current state. He silently wished that Ron would take a hint and leave. But of course, the Gryffindor was too bloody determined to do what Draco wanted.

Ron decided to let the shove slide, even as he stumbled backwards. In the past he would have already lost his nerve, but he was older now, and maturity had finally graced him with it's presence. He glared at Draco, taking care not to get lost in the gun metal pools that were the blonde boy's eyes. There was something about the new emotion in them that could completely throw Ron off. "So this is really all you do then? Lurk about the castle at all hours of the night instead of sleeping and coming up with insults aimed at no one?" The question was an innocent one, but meant to push Malfoy's buttons never the less.

With that Draco was at his wits end. He didn't understand why Weasley, of all people, was the one wanting to push the topic. Not even Blaise, who'd found him a few nights previous, cared to ask Draco what was wrong. Yes, Ron was the one person to put any type of effort into having a relationship with Draco; regardless that that relationship had been based entirely on negative feelings. But that was exactly the reason Ron shouldn't care what Draco was doing. The fact that he cared just proved Draco right; even his enemies couldn't muster up pure hatred for him. In any other case, Draco would have been down on the ground bleeding for shoving Ron in such a manner. Something was entirely off about the whole confrontation and all it served to do was get on Draco's nerves.

"Weasley, are you really so daft that you think I would tell you anything? Can I not have one moment to myself in this damned place?" Malfoy ranted, not even caring that he was alone a majority of the time he spent at Hogwarts.

"You're alone all the damn time Malfoy." Ron grumbled. The situation was becoming too confusing for him. Draco was supposed to be his enemy, the one person he'd never be able to figure out. Yet, he was always the one person Ron wanted to know everything about. Now that he felt a confession from Draco was close, he didn't know if he was quite ready to hear it.

"So now you've been stalking me, is it?" Draco snarled. "Well Weasley, you won't have to put much effort into it come next week."

"What in Merlin's name is that supposed to mean?" Ron asked, now even more confused. He failed to even realized that he had not denied stalking Draco.

"Since you're so bloody interested and I feel it's the only thing that will alleviate the nauseating feeling I get in your presence, I'll have you know. Come summer, you won't even need to waste your time stalking me. You'll be seeing me every sodding day of your sad, sad life." Draco said, heaving one last breath. He turned swiftly on his heel and marched away into the darkness of the dungeons.

Ron stood shocked in the dim glow of his wand, listening to Draco's solid footsteps echo away from his position. With a jolt, he snapped his mouth shut and finally muttered. "I am not stalking you, bloody git."

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The next week flew by in a blur, as often the last week of school does. Hogwarts was buzzing with voices of excitement, the students all willing time to go faster. Well, all the students except one. Draco wasn't thrilled at all knowing what where he was to live come summer. He was sure by now the golden trio had been told, as Potter and Granger had taken to shooting him the same look the weasel had been giving him since that night in the corridor. While everyone else was excited to leave, Draco would give anything for even one more week at Hogwarts.

Ron and his two best mates had indeed been told exactly what was to become of Draco over the summer. It had been three days since the incident in the dungeons, and Ron had been at his wit's end trying to find an explanation for the things Draco had said to him. He'd tried thinking back on the insults that had been pouring out of the blonde's mouth, but he just couldn't draw them to the forefront of his mind. When the Headmaster had called the three into his cheery office for a "bit of a chat," as he had called it, they had been informed that, for his safety, Draco Malfoy's new home would be at Grimmald Place. They had also been informed that, for reasons "privy to only those whom Draco wishes to enlighten," Draco would not only be joining the Order along with Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and the twins; but also that he was in hiding and his presence was to be kept confidential.

Like all meetings with Dumboldore, Ron walked away even more confused than he had been prior to. Of course, it made sense why Draco had said he would see Ron every day, but now there was a new mystery. Something in Ron made him want to know exactly why Draco Malfoy could not return home to his rich and comfortable life with the death eaters. Why was Draco being forced to live with his enemies? When had he switched to the Light side? As the questions cycled round and round in Ron's head, he began to get anxious for summer's start. He had a nagging feeling that this was to be his most eventful summer yet.

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"Come now dear, your room's just up this way." Molly Weasley said in her kindest voice, urging Draco up the stairs. Glad that underage Order members had the privilege of using magic, he levitated his luggage up the stairway in front of him. Ron, unpacking in his own room, heard his mother's voice approaching. Curious, he poked his head out the door, smirking when he saw it was Draco moving in.

Draco was taking the transition tenderly, but with as much grace as he could muster. He admired the fine carvings on the walls, acknowledging the long lost grandeur of the Black estate. All the place needed, really, was a good once over by a pack of house elves and a change of lighting to be looking elegant again. However, Draco concluded, knowing the Blacks, their estate had probably always been so dimly lit and eery. He glanced up from the walls to see Ron smirking at him from the doorway next to his. He returned the look with an eloquent sneer.

"I see the tale is true then?" Ron drawled, his voice so calm it sent shivers down Draco's spine. He'd expected the boy to be livid about Draco's new living situation, not to mention the fact that they were to room next door to each other.

Draco chose to ignore the off handed comment and turned smoothly to Molly, smiling at her. "Thank you for your help Mrs. Weasley. My gratitude is yours."

"Oh Draco dear," Molly blushed, having already fallen for the boy's smooth charm. "No need to be so formal now. I'll expect you down for dinner in an hour. And as for you, young man! " She said, turning her warning glare on Ron. "You'd best help Draco get situated. Remember not everyone has it as easy as you." With that she turned and left. Ron fought to stop his hand from flying up to give his mother a piece of his mind.

"Bloody hell, I have it easy? With a mum like that?" He rolled his eyes and glanced back to where Draco was standing, only to find that the blonde had entered his new room. Ron swung his body around the corner of his doorframe so that he was facing into Draco's room.

"I don't very well need any help Weasley, so you can go back to whatever it is you were doing." Draco said, trying to spell the large picture window open. He sighed, frustrated when his spell wouldn't work.

"Really? Well, we'll start with this then. The windows here won't open magically, because of the wards on them." Ron explained, smirking at the blonde again.

"How in bloody hell do you propose I open it then?" Draco growled, the stuffy air getting to him. He wanted nothing more than to be back in his moist, cold dungeon at Hogwarts. He wasn't used to the dry air, it seemed suffocating.

"Use your hands Malfoy. You do have them for reasons other than holding a wand." Ron teased, knowing full well that Draco had never had to open a window by hand in his entire life. The boy was far to accustomed to being a pure blood prince. Ron, knowing exactly what would happen if he did, turned to go.

"Wait!" Draco called out, taken aback at how needy he sounded. He sighed. Of course Ron would want him to actually ask for help. "Could you� Could you please show me how to�um...open it?" He muttered out, proud of himself for asking politely. If he was to live with the weasel, he'd might as well make it easier to withstand.

"But of course!" Ron smirked again, turning back around. He found he quite enjoyed the voice Draco used when pretending to be civil. It was silky and sweet. No wonder his mum had fallen for the blonde so fast. Ron walked over to Draco, who was standing before the large window, and placed his hand on the glass. The window slid open, letting the cool early summer air float lazily into the room. "All you have to do is touch it and will it open." Ron said with a smile, only half hoping that he'd gotten on Draco's nerves. He relaxed a bit when he saw Draco sigh in relief as the moist air touched his skin.

"Thanks." He said, simply. "I think I'll just unpack then." He turned his back away from Ron and began to send things flying about the room, signaling Ron that he could take his leave.

"See you at supper then." Ron said, slinking back around the doorframe and into his room. He smiled to himself a bit before realizing that Harry was standing before him, arms crossed.

"I see you're getting on with him." Harry said, sounding a bit jealous, if anything.

"Harry, we're going to be living together now." Ron said, justifying himself. "Besides, it's obvious something must have happened to him. Why else would Dumboldore feel like this is the best place for him to live?"

"Yeah well, it is my house. It'd be nice if I was asked if it were okay." Harry grumbled, Ron found it remarkable how quickly his mate slipped into bad moods.

"Well given how you feel about him, good job they didn't ask you first." Ron stated bluntly. He didn't understand how his friend could be so closed minded sometimes. They were fighting a war to stop prejudice, for merlin's sake. "Besides Harry," He said, before his friend could get made at him. "There's no point in keeping a pointless battle going on forever. So we've insulted each other a bit in the past, mentally and physically, but I think we can both get past that if we give it a chance."

"You've gone mental Ron..." Harry grumbled. He wasn't into the whole 'Draco Malfoy joins the Light Side' picture he knew Ron was starting to paint for him.

"What's mental about giving someone a shot? It's not like he's had the easiest life ever. His father's a bloody death eater, for god's sake." Ron scolded Harry, not really knowing or noticing that he was defending Malfoy.

"Oh and I suppose you think he's fit too?" Harry shot back. Ron didn't understand what had gotten into his friend. Then again, having your arch enemy move into your house couldn't be the most comforting thing to happen.

"Harry, mate, calm down. He's not going to replace you in my wet dreams." Ron said, teasing Harry.

"Prat." Harry smiled. Ron was glad that his friend understood when enough was enough�sometimes. "Just remember Ron, be careful. He is from a family a death eaters. They could be using him for something. No one can just� change... like that." Harry said, emphasizing his point with a snap of his fingers. Ron noticed his friend's face blanch and turned to see Draco in the doorway.

Draco, his face dropping slightly at Harry's words, mumbled. "Your mum's said dinner is ready early and to wash up and come down." He turned and moved away from the room quickly. Ron turned his head back to Harry, a frown marking his features.

"I have." He said, loud enough for Draco to hear, and with enough certainty that Harry would be sure of it.

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The first week was hectic for the teenagers. Being initiated into the Order was not a task to be taken lightly. They had been assigned combat lessons almost every evening which included hand to hand fighting as well as curse casting. The first of these lessons had Hermione paired up with Fred and George, Harry paired with Ginny, and Ron left to be paired with Draco. Kingsley had designated partners based on strengths and weaknesses, hoping that in the long run each respective pair would weed out the weaknesses from each other. Ginny and Harry were delighted in their partnership, the sexual tension between them leading to intense faux battles. The twins were glad to be paired with Hermione, who excepted the challenge of two wizards to one with glee. And while Ron and Draco were happy to have been paired, they didn't exactly know how it would work out in the end.

The physical combat training was time consuming and difficult. The point was to find the other's weakness and be the first to inflict pain bad enough that the battle had to be stopped for healing. The healing was a prize for a good session, and the teens were supposed to leave feeling refreshed, if not a bit sore. However, if both partners wore out their session without either inflicting pain, then the teens were left to fend for themselves. Anything that did not need to be healed could be slept off, in Kingsley's opinion.

Draco and Ron's first battle was interesting, to say the least. Draco was hesitant to use too powerful a curse on Ron, thus resorting to physical combat. While Ron, not wanting to hit Draco if he didn't have to, used an abundance of disabling curses. The boys were half and hour through their first session, which was a scheduled two hours, when the rigor started to get to them.

"Alright Weasley, if you're going to curse me, do it! Stop using these first year charms!" Draco taunted, just a little bit peeved that the battle was so light. They'd fought each other harder in random quarrels at Hogwarts.

"Don't tempt me Malfoy, or you'll find yourself unconscious." Ron warned, sending of another 'charm'. Draco dodged it and ran towards Ron, using his speed as a weapon. Ron was taken aback, but used to fighting Draco from school, he recovered quick enough that Draco's blow became a light brush on his cheek. In seconds he had Draco on the ground, pinned beneath him. "You know you can't beat me in a fist fight." He stated smugly, his adrenaline causing him to lay a punch across Draco's face.

Wordlessly, Draco threw Ron off his body with a spell. The red headed teen flew backwards into a wall, crying out when his back made contact with the hard surface. Lifting a hand to his face, Draco wiped the blood away from his lip. He looked at Ron's frozen body on the floor and felt his heart beat faster with worry.

Madame Pomfrey, who had taken the job of watching over spars and healing the students, rushed over to Ron's unconscious form. Shaking his shoulder, she heaved a breath of relief when he groaned. She thought it a stupid idea for the battles to be so intense. Yet, she knew war was worse than anything imaginable, and that the children, the young men and women, should do anything they could to get ready for it.

After a swift healing, the boys were sent off to dinner. Draco, still feeling bad for his attack, failed to say a word. He quickly ate his meal and stalked up to his chambers, leaving Ron alone in the dining room. Why in the name of Merlin do I feel so torn up about this? He questioned himself. I've hit him worse than that before...

Draco shrugged off his shirt and trousers before crawling into bed, his mind stuck on how he felt about Ron. He drifted to sleep, not even noticing that he'd left his door ajar.

Meanwhile, Ron had been sitting with his food, confused by Draco again. He knew that the boy had felt bad about throwing him into a wall, but the injuries were healed completely. Ron felt fine, if not a bit tired. He shrugged it off, sure Draco was just trying to be a good friend. Ron figured he probably had never had a proper friend in his entire life. Shrugging it off, Ron drug himself up the stairs, stopping short of his room when he saw Draco's door standing ajar.

Inside the room the lights were off and the calm sound of deep, sleep induced breaths reverberated about. Ron smiled, glad that Draco was sleeping for once. He leant in to shut the door, when he noticed the light playing off the blonde boy's pale skin. Ron gasped lightly at what he saw, his hands shaking of their own volition. Dark, angry scars ran down the length of Draco's back. Scar after scar was piled on the marred white skin, not stopping at the top of Draco's pants. Ron shivered involuntarily, his stomach flipping as Draco suddenly stirred, rolling over on his back. Ron couldn't pull his eyes away from Draco's chest. Along with sharp whip marks that mirrored the ones on the boy's back were what appeared to be bite marks.

Ron stared at Draco's thin, marked body in the light of the doorway. He let his eyes travel every part of Draco, letting out an unnoticed growl at the fact that Draco's lip was still a bit swollen from where he'd hit them in their training session.

Shutting the door quietly, Ron turned and slunk to his room, not wanting to wake the blonde with his footsteps. It's so unfair. He thought to himself. He didn't understand the way the world worked. Draco had to deal with evils all his life. No one had ever loved the boy, or else that wouldn't have happened to him. Angry tears stung at Ron's eyes as he thought about the beautiful skin on Draco's body, forever marked with the disgusting reminder of his past. He swallowed back bile; the things that had been done to Draco disgusted him. He thought of the swollen lip, temporarily added to the pain induced marks on the rest of the boy's body. I can't let that happen to him anymore. Ron concluded to himself. As the tears broke free from his eyes, he drifted off to sleep. Swearing to himself that no one would ever hurt Draco Malfoy again, especially not him.
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