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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Reflections
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Not Fair

by: Niamh

disclaimer: I don�t own Harry Potter. Never have, never will.

notes: Ron�s POV for this part. I�ll be laying out the background from a couple perspectives
before sliding into the main story.

- Chapter One: Reflections -

He�s lying in the mud, in the rain,
screaming, twisting, clawing at himself.

I�ve never witnessed anything so
painful.

He shoves himself to his knees and shrieks up into the rain.
His hands and cheeks are bleeding. If what I was told is correct, he�s been doing this for at least half an hour. I can�t watch this. I have to stop him before he kills
himself. I walk through the downpour.

�Malfoy,� I say gently. He is covered
in mud, from head to foot. Tears make trails in the mud on his face as he looks
up at me. Fear, anger, and pain radiate in those grey depths. He�s a mess; my heart breaks.

I never liked Draco Malfoy. He was always cruel, petty, and
childish. Much like myself, really; not that I ever
would have admitted that then, back at Hogwarts. I believe that we saw in each
other what we hated in ourselves and we lashed out.

We were identical opposites. Slytherin and
Gryffindor. Rich and poor. Destined to be
enemies, and yet so very much alike.

Even after the war, when Harry brought him home to stay, we
never tried to be friends. Harry liked him, so I wasn�t
overtly cruel to him, but I wasn�t kind, either. We spoke to each other
occasionally about superficial things � Quidditch, Harry�s new shirt, Neville�s book � never about the past. Overall, we weren�t very interested in each other. He had eyes only for
Harry, and I had work, friends, and family to keep me busy.

I doubt Harry ever saw the way Draco looked at him, but the
rest of us noticed it. If you were talking to him and Harry walked in, the
conversation was over. If Harry needed something, Draco had it for him before
the rest of us had processed the request. Harry was his world. I suppose I
thought Draco was Harry�s world as well; they were so rarely apart.

Looking back, now, however I see how wrong I was. Harry was
cruel to Draco. He would ignore Draco for days, then, just as Draco was about
to leave in a hurt rage, he would draw the blond back with tears and apologies.
Later, he would smirk as he told me that Draco wasn�t
leaving. I made myself believe that the smirk was a smile of relief. I wanted
to believe that Harry loved him, I really did. I wanted to believe that Harry
was still the same person I had known back at school. That Harry was still a
good person.

Harry would make plans with Draco then back out at the last
minute. I told myself that he was a busy man; he had no choice, certainly. I
never let myself see that Harry never broke his word to me. He never had to
cancel our outings.

I watched silently as Draco broke, never saying anything
because I was so certain that Harry was trying; that Harry loved him. In a few
years, everything would calm down and the two could be happy. I would have
sworn on my life that Harry was doing his best. It was just so hard to
be the Boy-Who-Lived. It wasn�t Harry�s fault�

Honestly, I�m ashamed of myself
now. Ashamed of all of us, really, since I can�t take
all the blame; Hermione, Neville, Luna, Sirius, Remus, my family, we all were
seeing the same thing. We were all ignoring the same truths. Any one of us
could have, should have, said something and made it stop.

Harry knew what he was doing. Harry was trying to
break Draco. I never dreamed that he was capable of such a cruel, perfectly
executed revenge. This was no small endeavour, after all. Harry methodically
destroyed Draco�s soul over a period of six long years. Six years devoted to
making the former Slytherin love him with every fibre
of his being, just to tear him apart and leave him. Six years
of mind games and manipulations that I can barely wrap my head around.

And I let it happen.

I never liked Draco Malfoy, but what Harry did was wrong. No
human should be treated that way. Especially not one
who was trying as hard to be a good person as Draco was. The former Death Eater
had provided safe houses across the country for Order use, given detailed information which led to the arrests of numerous Death
Eaters and sent others into hiding, he had recruited hundreds of members for
the Order � most of them children of Death Eaters. He had even managed to
convince formerly loyal Death Eaters to join with us. He was an amazing
tactician and led our side to countless victories. None of this seemed to
matter to Harry, who would steadfastly ignore Draco�s accomplishments.

What strikes me most is how long Draco stayed. Harry would
crush his spirit and he would bottle up his tears, waiting patiently until
Harry came and bestowed a small kindness upon him. He was always there, always
trying to be exactly what Harry wanted him to be. Even through Harry�s cruelest
abuse, Draco stayed. His love was so true and unmistakable that it makes Harry�s
betrayal even more horrific.

How anyone could do such a thing to one who loved them so much is beyond me. Now looking down at him, my one
time enemy, I find it hard to remember why I hated him all those years. I look
into shattered eyes and all I want is to put him back together. All I want is
to destroy the monster that did this to him.

I gather him up in my arms despite his weak protests and
carry him back toward the Manor we�ve been using as
our main base, hoping Harry has cleared out. As I near the door, Draco stops
resisting me and curls against my chest. I�m overwhelmed
by this tiny gesture of broken acceptance.

Remus opens the door for me, not meeting my eyes, before hurrying
away. The Manor is silent and I am pleased. Clearly, I�m
not the only one feeling guilty about Draco�s condition. On an average day, the
Manor is filled with activity.

I carry Draco up the stairs and down the hall, bypassing the
room he shared with Harry, entering my own room. I lay him gently on the bed.

Harry will not get away with this. I promise him silently.

The bastard will pay.

� End Chapter One �

Thank Yous:

May-

I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter! I hope you find this one equally interesting. As to the happy ending question, define happy. Ron and Draco will definately end up together, if that constitutes happy. I haven't mapped the whole story out yet, but at the end, I know some characters will be happy and others, Ginny likely, will not be. Does that answer your question?

Jenn-

Honestly, I've never written evil/dark Harry before. I've written AU Harry in Slytherin and one rather stupid Harry/Voldemort comedy, but never a really cruel Harry. It's a new experience for me. I hope I do him justice. I've also never written a Ron/Draco. I've mostly done Harry/Draco, Blaise/Draco, and - my all time favourite - Neville/Draco. I'm having fun with it though, and really, that's what counts for me. I do hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.
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