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Demons	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N = Azalea – I’m so glad you are enjoy this!!! I try to update daily because I HATE having to wait for a new chapter in the stories I’m reading. So if there are people actually reading what I write I feel I need to get it done. Thanks again.
                I head straight into the bathroom. I look at my face. The left side is starting to bruise where he hit me. I take my shirt off and look at my back the best I can. Bruises are popping up there too from where he slammed me into the wall. The blood on my lip is not mine. I wipe it off and wash my face. I’m breathing hard. This has got to stop. I wasn’t beaten like this when I was in Azkaban.
                I walk back to the kitchen to get some water. What just happened? I don’t even know who started that. Or why. My skin crawled and I felt like vomiting when Julie touched me. I just snogged Weasley and I don’t feel sick about it. What does this mean? I spent all of 6^th year trying to stay alive so I wasn’t thinking about dating. What should have been 7^th year I spent terrified, so again dating wasn’t high on my list of priorities. Then the last 4 years I’ve been in Azkaban trying to hold onto my sanity. I had dated Parkinson in school, but was 14 so I don’t even know if that counts. Julie is gorgeous and I couldn’t stand her touching me. So what does this mean?
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                I keep running my tongue over the cut on the inside of my lip. The cut that resulted from kissing Malfoy. Why was I kissing Malfoy? Why did I get mad about Janice or whatever her name is? I wonder if she was still over there when he came here. Is he dating her? Why do I care? This is a turn of events I am not prepared for. I guess when you spend 4 years shutting yourself off to the world it keeps you from realizing things. On the plus side I spend so much time thinking about Malfoy that I don’t think about Fred as much. But I’m thinking about Malfoy a lot. I thought it was just the fact that there was someone that understood what was going through and didn’t try to make me talk. Who was ok with the silence. He also comes back when I lose my damn mind and pick a fight with him. We have one fucked up relationship. I think we need to talk about it. I can’t keep beating the shit out of him. I hated myself for it tonight.
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                I am sitting on the couch in the dark with ice pressed to my jaw when there is a knock at my door. I’m leery as I stand up. Who would be here? I’ve pissed off Julie and I’m pretty sure Weasley is pissed at me since he started swinging first. If we are going to keep this up I am going to have to gain some weight and get some muscle back. Maybe I can ask Mr. Twilliger if there is somewhere else I can move. Living here is not good for my physical or mental health.
                I open the door and stare.
                “I can’t fight again. Go away.” The exhaustion is obvious in my voice. I start to shut the door but Weasley pushes it open.
                “I don’t want to fight.”
                “Then what do you want?”
                “Are you alone?”
                “What? Who would be here?”
                “That Jeanine girl.”
                “Her name is Julie and no, she’s not here. I’m pretty sure she’s never coming back.” I don’t have the energy for this so I just walk back to the couch. He can come in or go away. He steps in and closes the door but doesn’t move past that point.
                “You’ll be happy to know that I am going to ask Mr. Twilliger if he can find me a new place to live.” I throw myself onto the couch and flinch as pain shoots through my back and jaw.
                “What? Why? Why would you move?” He takes a step towards me and then stops.
                “Why? Really? Well it could be that my neighbor has attacked me three times. Not to mention the fight we got into when he tried to kill himself. I’ve been here less than a week and we’ve been in four fist fights. If you lose your damn mind and actually fight with your wand you’ll end up killing me. And I’ve changed my mind and decided I want to stay alive for a while. I was safer in Azkaban.”
                Weasley opens his mouth to respond but shuts it.
                “I’m sorry.” he finally blurts out. He takes another deep breath and keeps talking. “I’m sorry that I threatened to kill you. I’m sorry you had to save me when I tried to kill myself. I’m sorry that I attacked you the first day. I’m sorry that I fought you when you saved me. I’m sorry that I’ve acted like a child. I’m sorry that I threw books at you. I’m sorry I didn’t take you to Diagon Alley. I’m sorry that I swung at you again tonight. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I… I’m sorry. I’m a wreck. It’s no excuse, at all. But I am sorry, for all of that.”
                He looks down at his feet and shuffles back and forth.
                I roll my eyes and get up off the couch with a sigh. I don’t answer him. I head to the kitchen to get another drink. I don’t know how I feel right now. I’m facing the sink drinking my water. Trying to figure out what to say to him. I wasn’t expecting him and I certainly wasn’t expecting him to apologize. I hear him moving around behind me.
                “I’m not done.” I jump and slop water down myself. I didn’t realize he was right behind me.
                I wipe my chin and chest and turn to look at him. He’s close. Him being close is never good. We always end up fighting.
                “I am so sorry for everything I just said and I’m sure there is more that I should apologize for. But there is one thing I’m not sorry about.” He moves a little closer and something flutters in my chest. I try to back up but I’m pressed against the counter. He moves even closer and I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate. “I’m not sorry that we kissed.” He leans in and I have no idea what I want to happen. I shut my eyes and freeze. I can feel the heat of his body as he gets closer. He kisses me. Not tiny pecks like the first time. Not violent like the second time. But a kiss, a real kiss. Soft lips, warm hands that wrap around my waist and pull me to him. It takes me a moment, but I respond. I kiss him back. I wrap my arms around him and try not to think about what is going on.
                He pulls back and looks at me. “I’m so sorry Draco.” he whispers and then does something that I feel is even more insane that kissing me. He hugs me. He pulls me to him and holds me. My shallow breathing changes from fear and possible excitement to the shallow breathing of someone who is going to cry. He can tell and he holds me a little tighter. The tears come. Someone is holding me, not judging me, he knows my sins, he’s seen me at my worst. He’s still holding me, while I cry.
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                After Malfoy left I kept thinking about him. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I like him. How the hell did that happen? I have to talk to him. Not knowing if he’d talk to me I went to his door. He let me in. That’s a good first step. I apologize. He doesn’t seem to care. Not a good step. He walks away from me. Another not good step. I follow him. I kiss him. At first he doesn’t respond and I am terrified. I have no idea how to get out of this without further embarrassing myself. But then he’s there. He’s there with me, kissing me.
                I pull back and look at him. “I’m so sorry Draco.” His first name seems weird to me, but it seemed more sincere to use his given name. Then I hug him. It was meant to be a hug, but then he started crying, so I held him. I don’t think he could tell with the way his body was shaking but I was crying too. I’ve been pushing people away for so long that I had forgotten how nice it was to be with somebody. Someone who knows you. The good and the bad. Honestly, I don’t think Malfoy has seen anything good from me. I’ve been nothing but horrible to him and he’s still here, with me.
                When I can tell that his tears have subsided I pull away again. “Can we talk about this? Please?”
                He nods but doesn’t say anything. He drops his hands from around me like he’s suddenly embarrassed. I slowly let my hands fall. I walk to the couch and he follows. We sit at opposite ends and are quiet for a long time. I pick at a loose thread attached to the back of the couch.
                “I really am sorry.” I whisper, not looking at him. “I know that doesn’t change anything but I am.” He nods, having found his own loose string to play with.
                “I understand if you want to move. You’re right. I’ve been nothing but horrible to you. But I hope you don’t, or at least wait a while. Tonight… It’s not an excuse, just the truth, but I was jealous of Janet…”
                “Julie.” he whispers.
                “Julie, I was jealous of Julie and it took me a long time to figure out that that was what I was feeling. So I drank away my feelings because that is what I do. But the drinking made it worse. Malfoy, I’ve thought about you nonstop for the past few days. I have no idea what it means. I do know that since I think about you I don’t think about… Fred, as much. I don’t think about any of them as much. I haven’t had nightmares as often since you’ve moved in, I’m sleeping better and I’ve eaten more in the last 2 days that I have in the past 2 months. I am very confused right now, but I need to be honest with you.”
                I stop talking. I have nothing else to say. We sit there. We sit there for about 5 minutes and he hasn’t responded. While I like silence normally, this one hurts. But I get it. I get up and head to the door.
                “Take care Malfoy.” My stomach is crawling and I want to cry again. I don’t turn around to look at him. I just open the door and step through.”
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                “I’ve never kissed a guy before.” I say, just before he closes the door. I couldn’t get the words out earlier and I barely got them out now.
                He turns. “Neither have I.”
                “I’m a broken mess right now.”
                “So am I.”
                “I’m confused.”
                “Me too.” He hasn’t moved from the doorway but he is looking at me now.
                “I’m scared.”
                “So am I. Malfoy, I am completely blindsided by this. I’ve never thought about a guy before, you’re the first. I don’t know if that means I’m… uh… gay or not. I just know what I’m feeling right now. But I need to know how you are feeling too. You may not have feel the same way I do, and I’m not even sure what that is.””
                “I don’t know what I’m feeling. I do know that I felt sick when Julie was touching me today but I don’t feel that way with you. I know that I think about you too. I don’t know what that means.”
                “Do you want to try to figure it out together?”
                I look at him. The light from the corridor making his red hair glint like specks of gold. I can’t speak so I nod.
                He smiles at me. A sad, scared smile. “We’ll figure it out.” He looks at me for another moment. “Good night Malfoy.” and he quietly shuts my door as he leaves. I hear him enter his own flat.
                “Good night Weasley.” I whisper.
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