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Adult ++
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7
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Parting
Ron\'s POV
Our ways will part soon, I suppose. There\'s no way I\'d stay in school for the holidays and not spend Christmas with my family.
He said he\'d stay.
That would be the best for him. Maybe he would be influenced less by that family of his. I don\'t know why I care though. I managed to make him fall head over heels for me and used him.
These are times like this. The pleasing letters which I received recently are putting my mind at ease. Things couldn\'t go any better, but something is still wrong. I realized that I still cared. Not too much of course, but still.
I don\'t want that prick idiot to get hurt. I have hurt him and know how sensible he actually is. What if he gets into the wrong hands? I bet he doesn\'t even realize that the darkness around us is losing its solid shape. If we defeat the Dark Lord, what will become of him?
"I want you to stay."
"It\'s normal to spend the Christmas holidays with your family, Draco."
It\'s strange how his name is rolling naturally from my lips. I wouldn\'t use Malfoy recently, only if I\'m real angry with him. I know I must mean a lot to him, but I realized he cannot become a complete stranger to me either.
"You are the one who should stay. Anyway, I\'m going to leave with the morning train."
"Fine."
How sulky.
"I haven\'t met my father for a long time. Maybe it\'s time to become up-to-date about current circumstances and situations."
I have a bad feeling about this.
"What do you want to do?"
"None of your business. You are dismissed."
I\'d find his pouting cute, if it wasn\'t about a topic as sharp as it is.
"Do you plan joining the dark forces?"
My directness leaves him startled, but I can\'t go soft on this topic. He\'s looking at me darkly; a changed person from before.
"Weasley, I don\'t know if it\'s your concern or not. Get your ass home to your family if that\'s what you want to. "
"I wouldn\'t bring it up if it wasn\'t at least a tiny bit of my concern. It would really be better for you, if you stayed. "
He\'s eyeing me suspiciously.
"So you\'re not only going to celebrate. Do you think I don\'t know about your exchanged messages? Do you think I have forgotten whose side you are on and where I stand?"
"You could be standing on our side, on my side, if you wanted to."
What am I saying? I never intended to make an offer like this directly. I don\'t even have the authority to do so.
We both hide behind our hurting pride; it\'s the mask of this conversation. But the truth is we know very well how serious this all is.
"So you\'re admitting here and now that you are going to dear Boy Who Lived, or even Dumbledore to plot something."
Heavy silence follows. We have spent enough time together to know that probably neither of us will change sides just like that. Maybe this conversation happened too soon; or it wasn\'t supposed to take place at all.
"Listen…"
What can I say now? I have no idea. He\'s crossing his arms before his chest and is waiting for me to finish. When I won\'t, he does.
"You listen. I\'m not dumb. I know very well, that you won\'t come back if you decide to leave now. Whether you are in battles or die, you won\'t be here after the holidays. "
So he figured. I thought it possible that he would.
"But, you know, I still have a card to play."
He\'s standing tall, looking mighty and serious, but I know he doesn\'t believe it himself that he could do anything.
"That being…?"
I approach him and snuggle close, face to face, just in case.
"Your sister will be still here."
He\'s trying to stand even taller; but that he\'s embracing his chest tighter gives away all his uncertainty. I have to put to use my achievements once more. I\'m pulling him closer and kiss him. He\'s not protesting, just deepens the kiss and returns the embrace by nesting himself between my arms and chest.
I\'m pulling back slowly and whisper to his lips.
"You won\'t do anything to my sister."
He\'s pulling himself away from between my arms.
"You rely on me."
"And you have feelings for me."
His face turns pale, but he won\'t deny it. His gaze is turned downwards.
"Of course I won\'t do anything to your sister."
I can tell he\'s meaning it. The silence becomes awkward and it\'s eating on me.
What does he expect from me? What should I do?
He\'s crossing his arms again.
Nothing. There\'s nothing that could be done.
I clench my fist and turn. He\'s not stopping me. He\'s not saying any last words. So that was it. It\'s bugging me. Shouldn\'t I be more concerned about myself? He has chosen this path.
I leave the room. There\'s no point in staying.
Draco\'s POV
Soon after him I also leave the room and go into my own. I must be in shock because I can\'t feel anything. I sit down to my desk in front of an extra size mirror. I\'m gazing at the shape that\'s starring back.
No, I can\'t do this anymore. I can\'t go to him tonight. He\'ll leave first thing in the morning and will join those who are against us.
Us…
It\'s the cold breeze that\'s waking me from my miserable thoughts. It\'s Lady, my eagle owl who returned from my home. I take the message from her and unfold it numbly.
Dear Draco,
Current developments force me to ignore your earlier letter requesting to stay in Hogwarts for the holidays.
I will welcome you home tomorrow.
Your father
Driven from a sudden and painful urge I do something that I\'ve never done before but always wanted to. I get up and use all my strength to sweep everything off the desk in one violent motion. The sound of things hitting the ground, glass breaking is making me oddly satisfied.
I go on making my room a complete mess. I realize I don\'t really need anything here. All these means of comfort and luxury mean nothing. After I\'ve broken enough things I grab a piece of something and aim for the mirror.
I\'m stopping before it to take a good look. The room behind me is in a pathetic state it has never been before. In my eyes there is a fire that has also never been there before. I squeeze the thing in my hand hard.
Shall I break the mirror? Or will I be able to look into it again? If I shatter it to tiny pieces, I don\'t have to face my reflection, ever.
Shall I lose my face, my shape? Should I give it up?
Who can tell me what is the right thing to do?
…tbc…
Our ways will part soon, I suppose. There\'s no way I\'d stay in school for the holidays and not spend Christmas with my family.
He said he\'d stay.
That would be the best for him. Maybe he would be influenced less by that family of his. I don\'t know why I care though. I managed to make him fall head over heels for me and used him.
These are times like this. The pleasing letters which I received recently are putting my mind at ease. Things couldn\'t go any better, but something is still wrong. I realized that I still cared. Not too much of course, but still.
I don\'t want that prick idiot to get hurt. I have hurt him and know how sensible he actually is. What if he gets into the wrong hands? I bet he doesn\'t even realize that the darkness around us is losing its solid shape. If we defeat the Dark Lord, what will become of him?
"I want you to stay."
"It\'s normal to spend the Christmas holidays with your family, Draco."
It\'s strange how his name is rolling naturally from my lips. I wouldn\'t use Malfoy recently, only if I\'m real angry with him. I know I must mean a lot to him, but I realized he cannot become a complete stranger to me either.
"You are the one who should stay. Anyway, I\'m going to leave with the morning train."
"Fine."
How sulky.
"I haven\'t met my father for a long time. Maybe it\'s time to become up-to-date about current circumstances and situations."
I have a bad feeling about this.
"What do you want to do?"
"None of your business. You are dismissed."
I\'d find his pouting cute, if it wasn\'t about a topic as sharp as it is.
"Do you plan joining the dark forces?"
My directness leaves him startled, but I can\'t go soft on this topic. He\'s looking at me darkly; a changed person from before.
"Weasley, I don\'t know if it\'s your concern or not. Get your ass home to your family if that\'s what you want to. "
"I wouldn\'t bring it up if it wasn\'t at least a tiny bit of my concern. It would really be better for you, if you stayed. "
He\'s eyeing me suspiciously.
"So you\'re not only going to celebrate. Do you think I don\'t know about your exchanged messages? Do you think I have forgotten whose side you are on and where I stand?"
"You could be standing on our side, on my side, if you wanted to."
What am I saying? I never intended to make an offer like this directly. I don\'t even have the authority to do so.
We both hide behind our hurting pride; it\'s the mask of this conversation. But the truth is we know very well how serious this all is.
"So you\'re admitting here and now that you are going to dear Boy Who Lived, or even Dumbledore to plot something."
Heavy silence follows. We have spent enough time together to know that probably neither of us will change sides just like that. Maybe this conversation happened too soon; or it wasn\'t supposed to take place at all.
"Listen…"
What can I say now? I have no idea. He\'s crossing his arms before his chest and is waiting for me to finish. When I won\'t, he does.
"You listen. I\'m not dumb. I know very well, that you won\'t come back if you decide to leave now. Whether you are in battles or die, you won\'t be here after the holidays. "
So he figured. I thought it possible that he would.
"But, you know, I still have a card to play."
He\'s standing tall, looking mighty and serious, but I know he doesn\'t believe it himself that he could do anything.
"That being…?"
I approach him and snuggle close, face to face, just in case.
"Your sister will be still here."
He\'s trying to stand even taller; but that he\'s embracing his chest tighter gives away all his uncertainty. I have to put to use my achievements once more. I\'m pulling him closer and kiss him. He\'s not protesting, just deepens the kiss and returns the embrace by nesting himself between my arms and chest.
I\'m pulling back slowly and whisper to his lips.
"You won\'t do anything to my sister."
He\'s pulling himself away from between my arms.
"You rely on me."
"And you have feelings for me."
His face turns pale, but he won\'t deny it. His gaze is turned downwards.
"Of course I won\'t do anything to your sister."
I can tell he\'s meaning it. The silence becomes awkward and it\'s eating on me.
What does he expect from me? What should I do?
He\'s crossing his arms again.
Nothing. There\'s nothing that could be done.
I clench my fist and turn. He\'s not stopping me. He\'s not saying any last words. So that was it. It\'s bugging me. Shouldn\'t I be more concerned about myself? He has chosen this path.
I leave the room. There\'s no point in staying.
Draco\'s POV
Soon after him I also leave the room and go into my own. I must be in shock because I can\'t feel anything. I sit down to my desk in front of an extra size mirror. I\'m gazing at the shape that\'s starring back.
No, I can\'t do this anymore. I can\'t go to him tonight. He\'ll leave first thing in the morning and will join those who are against us.
Us…
It\'s the cold breeze that\'s waking me from my miserable thoughts. It\'s Lady, my eagle owl who returned from my home. I take the message from her and unfold it numbly.
Dear Draco,
Current developments force me to ignore your earlier letter requesting to stay in Hogwarts for the holidays.
I will welcome you home tomorrow.
Your father
Driven from a sudden and painful urge I do something that I\'ve never done before but always wanted to. I get up and use all my strength to sweep everything off the desk in one violent motion. The sound of things hitting the ground, glass breaking is making me oddly satisfied.
I go on making my room a complete mess. I realize I don\'t really need anything here. All these means of comfort and luxury mean nothing. After I\'ve broken enough things I grab a piece of something and aim for the mirror.
I\'m stopping before it to take a good look. The room behind me is in a pathetic state it has never been before. In my eyes there is a fire that has also never been there before. I squeeze the thing in my hand hard.
Shall I break the mirror? Or will I be able to look into it again? If I shatter it to tiny pieces, I don\'t have to face my reflection, ever.
Shall I lose my face, my shape? Should I give it up?
Who can tell me what is the right thing to do?
…tbc…