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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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Chapter 2- The Things We Lost

"Come on Weasley, hit me with something!" Draco yelled, an hour passing in their twelfth session without one hit being thrown. Each time the boy's went into combat training it went this way. Draco had won the first two matches, but his guilt had grown to much. All he wanted to do was let Ron win and never hurt him again. Ron, however, seemed to have other plans entirely. Either that, or he really was too weak to beat Draco; a thought that made Draco's stomach flip. "Why don't you stop being a tease and attack for once?" Ron growled back, slipping in a sexual undertone without noticing. Draco smirked, wondering why Ron was always saying things like that. He guessed that the other boy was just naturally amusing.

"I am attacking, you prick. You're the one who hasn't been fighting back!" He yelled, watching Ron's face twist in frustration. The red head rushed at him and pushed him down, causing Draco to grunt loudly on impact with the ground. Ron was atop Draco, wand pointed to Draco's temple, ready to land the winning curse. When he hesitated, Draco forced Ron's body off of himself and growled. "If you hesitate like that, you're going to be killed!" With no explanation but a last strangled growl of anger, Draco fled the room and abandoned the session.

Ron looked up confusedly at Kingsley and Madame Pomfrey, who were silently overlooking the battle. "He's right Ronald, if you keep hesitating like you have been, you'll end up a dead man. You've got to focus. This isn't fun and games anymore. Draco will live if you hurt him a bit. With the curses you're capable of throwing, he probably wouldn't even remember what happened." Kingsley scolded the boy. �

"Bloody Hell! I know already. But what about Malfoy? He avoids using curses all together, and his casting skills are far better than mine! Do you think he's going to win out there just using hand to hand combat? He'd be crazy to even try..." Ron said, his voice very near to a whine. �

"Mr. Weasley," Poppy interjected, completely ignoring the fact that Kingsley was supposed to be training the boys. "I'd suggest that you and Mr. Malfoy sit down and have a chat about this. It seems to me you've both been holding back in these sessions! I don't know what we'd do if we lost you two simply because of some unresolved issue between the two of you!" Her rant reminded Ron an awful lot of his mother, but he supposed the mediwitch was right. He'd have to go talk to Draco tonight. Three weeks of wasted practices were too much. �

"Ron." Kingsley said the boys name, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Remember that the Order is an army, but we are also a family. Don't let Draco think otherwise. Now, you're excused, but I expect some improvement in your next session."

With that Ron stood and left the room. In the weeks Draco had lived in Grimmald Place, he and Ron had barely ever been apart. They ate meals together after training together, if they weren't training they were going over battle strategies together, and if they weren't doing that they were playing chess together or sleeping. Ron had noticed that their beds were pushed up against the same wall, and he'd taken to listening through the thin barrier for Draco to drift off to sleep. By this time, Ron figured, there really shouldn't be such a large secret between them. �

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Draco was in the study across from his room. He and Ron had taken to relaxing in there, away from the bustle of the Order members downstairs. He paced before the window, knowing Ron would arrive shortly. He didn't have the slightest clue what he was going to say to excuse his outburst. He figured he'd just let Ron have a go and keep silent. �

As predicted, seconds later Ron opened the door to the study, sighing when he saw Draco in front of him. It was a comforting fact that Draco had gone to the first place Ron would think to look for his new friend. Shutting the door lightly, he walked over to where Draco had paused his pacing. The boys gazed out of the window together, the sunset casting a dull pink glow over the landscape.

"Malfoy, what was that back there, exactly?" Ron questioned lamely. He didn't really know how to start the conversation he knew they needed to have. �

"It was nothing, really. I'm just stressed out is all. You know, the whole switching sides, being in hiding, realizing I'm going to kill people I've known all my life..." Draco said, stating the obvious. He really wasn't in the mood to talk it out. Though, he knew that this conversation was a long time coming. It had been three weeks and not once had he been asked why he was in hiding. It was fine with him though, he really didn't want to talk about it. �

Ron, who was so exhausted he couldn't keep his temper, turned red in the face. "You know those aren't real reasons. You told me just the other day that living here is the happiest you've ever been. And I know for a fact you don't give a damn about those people." Ron said, his voice deep and angry. He wished that Draco would just give it up already. He wished that he could tell the blonde he knew about the scars.

"I really don't know what you mean." Draco replied, uncertain what Ron was going on about. Of course, everything the red headed boy said was true, but there was no way Ron would know those things. Unless... No, he doesn't know about that. Draco thought to himself, his face blanching. �

"You know damn well what the fuck I mean!" Ron yelled, his temper getting the best of him. He couldn't help it. It just made him so mad that Draco wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong. �

"Why are you yelling at me?" Draco asked, his voice calm, if not a bit hurt. "I've done nothing to deserve this kind of treatment. Apologize." �

"NO. I will not bloody apologize to you. It's your fault I'm angry in the first place." Ron spat.

"It's my fault?" Draco asked, the sneer he'd used so often in the past back in his voice. �

"Yes. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be too bloody tired to keep a good mood. I was fine before our stupid training sessions..."

"Oh I see. That's how it is then? It's my fault you can't cast a curse if your life depends on it?" Draco's anger was rising to the surface as well. The boy's hadn't spoken to each other in this manner since before that night in the dungeons. It was suddenly as if all the time they'd spent together was becoming meaningless.

"Yes. It is." Ron sighed, his weariness taking him once more. He thought back to the scars on Draco's small frame. He really hadn't wanted to go about it this way. Fighting with Draco was not something he'd ever wanted to do again.

"It's my fault you can't cast spells when you know you need to?" Draco asked incredulously. The sudden change in Ron's voice made it apparent that the boy was an emotional wreck. For all Draco knew, he could be saying things without even realizing. �

"Bloody well good job you do at it too..." Ron muttered, turning away from Draco and sitting atop the solid oak desk. He placed his head in his hands and sighed again. "Sorry for yelling." He mumbled into his palms so that Draco could barely hear. �

"Weasley, you know they have us spar because we were enemies in school. Why would I be the reason that you have become weak in our training sessions?" Draco quietly questioned, walking forward to stand before Ron. His brow was furrowed, worried what Ron's answer might be. What if Ron was just too exhausted to think straight? What if Draco himself was about to admit something he'd meant to kept hidden forever?

"That's just it Malfoy!" Ron shot back, his voice low again. "We were enemies. Now...I don't know." He lamely finished. There were so many other ways to end that sentence, so many other things he wanted to say, but he just couldn't. The world might turn upside down if he said what he wanted to aloud. �

Ron looked at Draco, who was staring at the ground. The boy had stopped gelling his blonde hair, letting it hang lazily across his brow. His cheeks were flushed pink from the argument, they matched his plump lips perfectly. Ron frowned to himself, wondering when he'd first started noticing Draco's lips and complexion.

After a moment Draco looked up, locking eyes with Ron. "Now what?" He asked, his voice forlorn. "Now we pretend that we haven't become friends in the weeks I've lived here with you? Now we pretend that we can still hurt each other when we know we can't?" He took another step towards Ron, raising his voice a bit. "I don't want to pretend anymore! I spent my entire life pretending to hate the people I wanted most to be with. Why can't things change? Is there really any reason I can't be your friend?" Embarrassed by his rant, Draco looked anywhere but at Ron. He could feel his eyes sting, his vision blurring. His emotions were taking over and for the first time he could remember, Draco Malfoy felt like he could cry.

Ron was flabbergasted. He had never seen Draco let loose and say the things he wanted to say. Ron stood and closed the distance between them. He lifted Draco's chin in his hand, unaware of how deeply intimate the touch was. "Hey." He said, locking eyes with the boy. "We don't have to pretend anything anymore. I...I think it's time we just come right out and tell each other the truth. We are partners after all...Draco." Ron surprised himself by using the boy's given name. It tasted sweet on his lips, sent a jolt of adrenaline through his body like he'd never felt before. Butterflies started to dance at the pit of his stomach. He knew he had just changed something huge between them with his last sentence. He just hoped it was for the better.

"The truth, Ron?" Draco breathed, leaning into Ron's palm. Though the affection between the boys was apparent to the outside world, neither noticed anything out of the ordinary. The let the comfort of intimacy between them calm their souls. After a moment, Ron released Draco's face, sliding his hand down to grip the other boys tightly. �

"Yeah Draco, the truth. There are some things we really need to talk about. I'm sorry I couldn't just come right out and say it. I can't seem to do anything right the first time, when it comes to you..."

"I'm no good at telling the truth." Draco mumbled, leaning closer to Ron. He loved the safety he felt in the bigger boy's presence. Though, he still didn't want his first time crying to be in front of Ron, another part of him couldn't help but feel like it was the perfect place. �

"Hey no worries." Ron said, squeezing Draco's hand in a reassuring way. "It's just that there are some things we can't keep from each other any longer. It's affecting our training, our friendship. Bloody hell, when we're at war Draco, we'll be out there on the battle field together. My job will be to watch your back, and yours will be to watch mine. Shouldn't we know everything about the life we're protecting?"

Draco nodded sullenly. He had a good guess what Ron would say next, and he didn't like the idea of spilling his whole past out before the boy. "Ron...I..." He started, only to be cut off.

"No Draco, I need to tell you. It's not just you who has been keeping secrets. I want you to know you can really trust me before you say anything you don't want to." Ron prepared to start his confession. He knew that Draco wouldn't want to talk about the scars, who bloody would? "You see...That first practice session. When you went upstairs before me and to sleep...Well, you left your door open. And see, I knew you were either up, or wanted your door closed and had just been too knackered to bother. So, I went up to shut it," he explained. "I went up to shut the door and I saw..."

"No." Draco said simply, his eyes widening in horror. �

"Well, your shirt was off and then you flipped over and. The scars." �

"NO." �

"And I just couldn't take it. I...I was so angry because I saw the swollen lip I'd given you and I just didn't want to ever add to those scars. Ever. And it's been weeks, Draco." Ron said, catching the boy's wet eyes. "It's been weeks and I haven't told a soul. I haven't even told you. But that's the reason I can't attack you in training. I don't know what happened to you, but I don't ever want to be a part of it. I only want to heal those scars. I want to make them go away." Ron said, his own tears beginning to flow down his face.

"No..." Draco gasped out, ashamed. He felt a strange tickle down his face as his eyes stung harder. He was crying. For the first time since he was a small child, Draco was crying. His hand shot up to his face as he reveled in the strange feeling. "Ron..." He didn't know what to say. He locked eyes with the red headed boy before him, suddenly gasping for air. He wasn't just crying anymore. He was shaking, his breathing labored.

"I'm sorry Draco." Ron whispered, his own heavy tears blurring his vision of the blonde as he pulled the boy's frail body into his own. The hug was tender and comforting, the only thing Draco could think of needing at the moment. Draco moved and tucked his head comfortably against Ron's chest, nestling his head beneath the firm jaw of his newest friend.
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