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The Hole	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 7359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hands

Ron was snoring softly, his hand stuck slightly through the hole. It’d gotten wide enough for most of his fingers to get through, and he’d been trying to make it wider, wide enough to see through properly. It was so dark, and his neighbor purposely avoided putting his face that low, so Ron could never quite make him out. He’d thought once, that he’d seen blond hair, but the skin was so pale, he couldn’t tell if it really had been hair. He often saw the bloke’s hand, picking at his own side, occasionally poking a finger through with a bit of rock crumbling. Ron had studied the hand, trying to identify the owner, to no avail.
They’d gotten friendlier, but still, he wouldn’t divulge a name, or show his face. Ron had tried assuring him that whoever he was, he wouldn’t hate him, but still, the man persisted in hiding. It had almost become a game to them, Ron constantly trying to figure it out, while his neighbor constantly refused to say.
Ron dreamt of those white hands, dreamt that the voice came directly from them. There was no one on the other end. Just the hands.
He woke with a start, gasping, and looking in horror toward the hole. He could see the fingers inside the wall, lying still, just beyond the opening. The man was asleep, and Ron could hear soft snores, as the fingers twitched with a dream. Ron hesitantly reached out, tucking two fingers through the gap, and prodded the hand, his dream seeming too-real to forget. The fingers twitched, and Ron yanked his fingers back, as though worried the hand would bite him. He glared at the hand, and stuck his digits back through, reconnecting them with the white skin, and refusing to pull away when they twitched. Nothing to be afraid of.
The white fingers curled around his, holding gently to the warm skin that stuck through the wall. Ron’s eyes widened as he felt his neighbor practically hold his hand in his sleep. His heart was beating frantically, but he didn’t pull away. He curled his own fingers, embracing right back. He admitted silently to himself that after so long without contact, it felt nice, touching someone else. He lay back down, keeping his fingers through the wall, and closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling of human contact.
He could get used to this, if he wasn’t careful.
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Draco felt something warm in his hand, and squeezed gently, trying to figure out what it was. He opened his eyes, and looked down his arm, seeing his hand inside the hole, and curled around something…
Fingers. He was holding fingers. He gasped, and dropped them, worried for a moment that they’d been cut off, and he was holding severed digits.
They disappeared back through the wall with a breath from Ron, who shuffled, the sounds of sitting, and waking up.
“Sorry…” Ron mumbled, as though he’d been the one to do the waking.
“Sorry.” Draco echoed, clenching and unclenching his fist. Ron’s hand had been warm, and alive. It would’ve been comforting if Draco hadn’t immediately worried that the fingers had been unattached. It must’ve been due to his dream, filled with beatings, and blood.
“Don’t be.” Weasley replied, and Malfoy let it drop. Had he realized they’d been holding hands? Malfoy almost hoped so. Maybe then, he’d do it again, on purpose. Draco shook his head, and stretched his arm back out, beginning his daily ritual of scratching at the wall. He’d never really held hands with someone. It was an interesting feeling. He’d made out with Pansy, but never actually held hands, or hugged her. She’d always tried to cling to him, but the harder she tried, the less interested he got. After Pansy, had come the Dark Lord, leaving no room for even friendships. Only fear, and the task he was set. Only duty.
He picked more furiously, imagining the wall was the Dark Lord’s face. He really hated him. He’d never been able to think that before, but now, Draco was away from him, and all the other Death Eaters, free to think whatever he wanted. And he hated Voldemort. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to destroy his evil master, and live a normal life. He wanted to have friends again. He wanted to date. He wanted to have another chance at being a teen.
But that chance was gone. Over. He’d never get another. He was a man now, and he would die, with only one friend. A friend who didn’t even know who he was, yet.
“Weasley, I want to-”
His words were cut off, by the sound of the food slot opening.
“Ron?!”
“What?” Draco stared at the open flap, as a light shined in, blinding him. He shielded his face.
“Not him!” The light disappeared, and Malfoy blinked away the burned-in image of light.
“Weasley?” He hissed through the wall, suddenly terrified. Someone was here, and looking for his only friend.
“What is it?” Weasley asked, confused, but then Malfoy heard another sound. Someone else speaking.
“This one! I found him!” The shout was loud enough to be heard up and down the hallway, and Malfoy, leaned down, staring through the hole as a loud crashing noise echoed through the walls.
“Ron, come on, let’s go!” The voice encouraged loudly. He saw Ron’s feet, standing in the light cast from a wand.
“Wha-”
“No time, let’s GO!” The wizard yelled, and Ron’s feet stumbled forward, toward freedom.
“No…” Malfoy whispered to himself, feeling tears start to form in his eyes. He couldn’t be alone again. He couldn’t stand it. He hit the hole, as though he could punch straight through the wall, feeling his breathing hitch in his throat as he tried desperately to follow the escaping wizards.
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