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Demons	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N - there is some violence in this chapter
“Hey Ron.” Harry comes in and sits on my desk. “We need to talk.”
                I lean back in my chair and look up at him. “About what?”
                “We’re worried about you. All of us. Ginny, me, your parents, your brothers, Hermione.”
                “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”
                “Ron, you look like shit. You don’t talk to anyone. You don’t eat, you’ve lost weight. You have bags under your eyes.”
                “Does Ginny know you pay this much attention to my looks? She could get jealous.”
                “Ron. I’m serious, mate. I’m worried.”
                “I’m fine. Just having some trouble sleeping is all. Neighbors are kinda loud.”
                “Then come spend the weekend with us. You can sleep all you like. Wait… why don’t you cast a charm?”
                “It’s fine Harry. I’ve got to go, I have to follow up on a report that was made yesterday. I’ll see you later.”
                My chest had started to tighten while talking to Harry. I’m fine. It’s fine.
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                I leave work early and head home. I just want to sit in the dark. I get to the corridor on the 3^rd floor and there is someone coming out of the flat next to mine. I had no idea anyone lived there. I briefly wonder how long they’ve lived there.
                He turns to look at me and I freeze. No fucking way. He freezes too. Malfoy, he’s skinnier than the last time I saw him and his eyes are different, wild.
                “What the fuck are you doing here you stupid bastard?!” I growl as I step towards him. He doesn’t move, doesn’t answer.
                “Still too good to talk to me huh?” I step closer, then another step. I’m an arm’s length away now. Furious. Why is this asshole here? I can feel all of the muscles in my body tense.
                I don’t think. I punch him. He stumbles back into the door he just walked through. He doesn’t raise his arms, he doesn’t fight back, he doesn’t say anything.
                “You! You and your fucking Death Eaters! It’s all your fault!” I pull him up and hit him again. He still doesn’t fight back. I can feel the skin split on my knuckles. His lip is split. “They’re dead! He’s dead!!” I hit him again and again. His lack of fight pissing me off even more. His nose is broken and blood is flowing down his face, into his mouth. I throw him against the wall and raise my wand.
                “I should fucking kill you.” I growl, pointing my wand right at his chest.
                He glares at me. The first sign of life. “Do it.” he whispers, his voice a dry, raspy whisper.
                “Do it.” he says louder, chin up.
                “DO IT!!” He screams at me. It’s not a dare. It’s a command.
                He reaches out and grabs my wand hand. Pulling me closer. He places the tip of my wand against his chest.
                “Do it.” he whispers. “Please.”
                I step back, pulling my hand free. I back to the door of my flat, never taking my eyes off him as he slumps back against the wall and slides to the ground. Blood dripping from his nose and mouth. I rush in and firmly shut the door and lean against it. I too slide to the floor, mimicking Malfoy.
                I had dreamed of beating the shit out of him. Of killing him. Of making him hurt like I do. I knew I would feel better if I could do that.
                I was wrong.
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                Seeing Weasley sent me spinning. My past came back, it was looking right at me.
                I could see the rage on his face. I couldn’t understand anything he said. I just saw him coming closer and then he hit me. It almost made me happy. I didn’t, couldn’t fight back. He kept hitting me. I prayed to black out. When he pointed his wand at me I begged him to do it, to finish it.
                I sat on the floor dripping blood, praying he’d come back and do it.
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                ^^ Fucker. What the fuck is he doing in MY building! I almost killed him tonight. I wanted to beat him to death with my bare hands. I was going to become a fucking murder. I sat on the damn floor for so long it got dark, I just sat there thinking. I was going to list every horrible thing Malfoy had ever done to me so I could justify the fact that I almost killed him.   I came up with nothing other than the fact that he was a Death Eater. He was a dick in school, but nothing that justified me killing him. He did poison me in 6^th year, but he hadn’t meant to and was just trying to stay alive because his stupid parents were supporting You-Know-Who. He saved our damn lives towards the end. Ok, so maybe I went a little overboard. Beating him did not help how I feel any more than this fucking journal does.
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                I healed my hand and then took a shower. Maybe tonight was the night to drink. I have some Fire Whisky. After my shower I grab the bottle and sit on the couch, in the dark and drink. If I drink enough maybe I won’t dream. Maybe I won’t remember. I drank 3/4^thsof the bottle before I fell asleep on the couch.
                The screaming woke me. I sat up so fast I knocked the bottle to the floor and the remaining Fire Whisky spilled out. It wouldn’t stop. It sounded like a horrible mixture of a caterwauling charm and a banshee. It wouldn’t stop. I covered my ears and fell to my knees. It sounded like what was trying to get out of me. Pain, fear, hurt, loneliness, guilt.
                I grabbed my wand and rushed out into the corridor. Other people were looking out their doors for the source of the noise. As an Auror I felt I needed to do something. Someone having the Crucio curse used on them? There was only one door not open.
                “No.” I whispered. Any door but that one.
                “Fuck!” I head to the door and bang on it. “Malfoy, are you in there?” I’m not sure I could be heard over the screams.
                “Alohomora”
                His flat was dark but the screaming was coming from here. “Lumos.” Using my wand I looked around the sitting area and he wasn’t there. I moved towards the sound, back where I knew the bedroom was. The set up was the same as mine. He’s there, in bed. His skin shining in my wand light. He’s covered in sweat, gripping at his covers and screaming. His battered face, why the hell didn’t he heal himself, contorted in pain that can only be felt in memory.
                “Malfoy!” I yell. He can’t hear me. “You asshole!” I mumble.
                I kneel by his bed and put my hand on his arm. He sat bolt upright, his mouth still open in a scream. He looks at me and scuttles backwards and falls out of bed. Normally I would have laughed at this, but nothing in my life is funny right now and nothing about this situation is funny. His head bounced off the floor and he is wrapped in his blankets. He crawls backwards like a crab until he’s pushed against the wall.
                “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeats those words over and over, staring at me in complete terror. Maybe I hurt him more than I realized.
                “Malfoy. Stop. I’m not going to hit you.” Though I want to, just to shut him up.
                “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
                “Yeah, I got it. Shut the fuck up.”
                I walk over to him and crouch in front of him. The terror is still there. I grab his shoulders and shake him.
                “SHUT UP!” I yell in his face. His head snaps back and forth.
                The terror in his eyes changes to confusion, but he stops talking. His left eye is swollen shut and he’s ripped open some of the cuts I left on him earlier. His lip is swollen and split, his nose is disfigured.
                I sit back and lean against his bed my forearms resting on my knees, my wand dangling in my hand. We stare at each other in the wand light.
                “Why haven’t you healed your face?”
                He stares at me.
                “Why were you screaming?”
                He stares at me.
                Five minutes ago I couldn’t get him to shut up, now I can’t get him to talk to me.
                “Dammit Malfoy.”
                “I can’t.” It’s barely a whisper.
                “You can’t? What do you mean you can’t?” I ask incredulously.
                “I don’t have a wand.” his eyes never leave me. He doesn’t look scared at all. He looks confused.
                “Seriously?” then I realized he must have just gotten out of Azkaban. They would have snapped his wand.
                “Why were you screaming?”
                “Because I’m alive”
                That answer may not make sense to others but it made sense to me. I scream for the same reason.
                “Do you want me to fix your face?” I don’t know why I ask him.
                “No, I deserved it.”
                “Deserved it or not, your nose is broken. I can fix it.”
                He shakes his head at me and leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes.
                I can’t help it. I point my wand and think ‘Episkey’. He lets out a yell as his nose crunches back into place.
                We look at each other again and I stand and walk out of the room. I go back to my place, but there will be no sleeping tonight.
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