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Angel Of Mercy	By : AttentionDeficit Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cannonball
He was waiting again. It felt like he was always waiting, and what could be more fitting than waiting in a waiting room? At least this time he knew what to expect. The time before he sat here rigid, and just stared as people past, hoping somebody, anybody, would tell him what happened to his friend, his co-worker, his life.
The desperation had been huge then, a factor that made him questions his own sanity and motives. It wasn't until he himself went for some psychiatric help, at his wife's persistence, that he started to get better. It was in this therapy that he realized three things:
He didn't cause it.
He can't control it.
He can't cure it.
The depression and acts of suicide brought on by the circumstances in the two men's lives had nothing to do with him. All he can do now is be there for them, support them; even if he doesn't agree with their choices, he should still be in their lives.
The fact that he is thinking of both of their lives instead of just one is barely registered by him. Who cares if your best friend dates or marries your old worst enemy as long as he's happy? After all the shit Harry has been through, what gives him, Ron, the right to make a stink over his choice of partner? Is it harmful? Or deranged? No. It's just love.
Harry could marry a giraffe for all he cared, as long as he smiled, as long as he lived.
His therapist assured him that that was what love was, accepting no matter what; as long as no damage was done to the love one. A concept Ron had only known with his wife.
The more he talked about his relationship with Harry the more he realized that they truly were best mates. After all the horror they had been through together, they still belonged together. Their bonding was a true friendship, something rare indeed.
And in the act of true friendship Ron was waiting outside of Harry's boyfriend's room, waiting for news. The waiting was quicker and soon he was being ushered in to the room to see a dazed Draco Malfoy look at him in confusion.
"Weasley?" He asked bemused.
"Draco. How are you feeling?" Ron asked timidly.
"I'm medicated. How are you?" Draco asked as smarmily as ever.
"Do you remember what happened?" Ron asked carefully.
Draco paused and peered around the room. "Harry… Panic….White… That's it." He said in an uncertain tone.
"Well, whatever happened between you and Harry made him panic so badly that his magic exploded inside him, and pushed outwards. Luckily the guards and wards stopped the magic from getting more than ten feet away from Harry. Unfortunately, that means it hit you. But of course, Aspen is used to this type of thing and quickly got you both to St. Mungo's, which is where you are now." Ron stated simply.
"…and Harry? Is he—, "Draco got cut off.
"He's fine. They got him here quick enough. His magic might be a bit of whack for a while as it fixes itself, though." Ron answered softly.
"How long… how long before it fixes itself?" Draco asked unsurely.
"It will be… It will fix…" Ron stuttered as he tried to find the words. "…He will never have complete control… He will… He is…" And with that Ron broke down.
Tears ran down his face as he sank down the wall, holding his head. The world felt like it spun as he tried to grasp the changes he would have to make.
"Weasley?" A quiet voice called out before him, as a hand was laid on his shoulder. "Weas… Ron? Ron, it's going to be okay. We can help him together. We'll be there for him. We- I won't let him succumb to himself. I won't let him die."
A sob broke free from Ron's throat as he locked his arms around Draco's neck. Draco barely hesitated before he too wrapped his arms around Ron, and he held him there.
"He needs you, Draco. He needs you…" Ron chocked out through his tears. "…I need you…"
"He needs you too." Draco whispered.
Ron took a few deep breaths, and then led Draco back to his bed, bringing up a chair and sitting down. He brushed the tear tracks off of his face and sighed heavily.
"When… when I found you-"
"You found me?" Draco interrupted confused.
"Yes, back when you tried to… kill yourself in your office, I was down the hall. I heard you fall. I got you help. I… I saved you that time. But you, you saved me from the sorrow that was eating away at every aspect of my life, my soul."
Draco gave a soft grunt of disbelief.
"Don't do that, Draco. I know you don't see it this way, but you did save me. And then you saved Harry. And… just… you did what I have wanted to do for eleven years in the span of a few short months. You did what I wanted to do, but was too scared to try. You risked your heart and I broke down at the thought of it. He was… is my best mate, and I couldn't even try to help him in fear of losing myself. And then you go, and try to… try to die in front of me and I… I realize I already lost myself long before he tried to kill himself that third time." Ron chocked out in broken sounds.
"So listen to me when I apologize for the torture I put you through in school, in the past eight months, and in the future. I see the love and care you have for him. I see past your mask, and though it scares me a little, I know he will be okay with you. You will be strong enough to live and love him. You will be the better man. And maybe it isn't healthy to rely on love so much to get you through your differences but it's what I am going to do. It's what I need to do." Ron broke off there and slumped in to his seat, staring at the ceiling.
"Ron I… I don't know what to say…" Draco whispered. "This doesn't mean we have to be friends, does it?"
Ron smiled at Draco's weak attempt of a joke. "No, we don't have too."
The pair sat in silence for a few minutes as the weight and expectations of their roles washed over them.
Draco sighed heavily and slowly sung out his hand. "I'm going to need you too. There will be times when Harry will hate that I'm a perfectionist or that I'm a control freak or that I'm selfish, and he will run. Hopefully, he'll run to you. And then I need you to convince him that I am worth it, as your wife convinces me he is worth it. I will… I want to be your friend." Draco blushed, a dull shade of pink painting his cheeks.
Ron's face lit up in a huge grin as he took Draco's hand and shook it enthusiastically. "I'll try my best, mate."
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
-Damien Rice
Up next the Epilogue, or prelude depending on what you think.
Don't try the suicide, get help first. Somebody loves you. Somebody understands; somebody in this great big world knows the hell you are going through. Somebody wants to help you.
-Laura
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