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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 – Thank you for the reviews.
A/N – Some more violence and a fair bit of angst.
                Fred Weasley died. I had no idea. The Weasley twins were actually very funny and clever. I never acted like I liked them because… well, they were traitorous blood traitors weren’t they. Friends with Harry Potter, Gryffindors. Everything I was taught to hate. I’m shocked. Lupin too. He was one of the best teachers we’d ever had.
                Weasley is crying. I can’t think of anything to say. What can I say? He lost his brother. That is why he beat the hell out of me. He blames me for Fred’s death. I didn’t kill him. I know that, but I feel responsible. I was one of the bad guys.
                He runs out and I can hear him crying next door. Do I go check on him like he did with me? Do I leave him alone to deal with this?
                After ten minutes I decide to check on him. I can still hear him crying. Six years ago I would have tormented him mercilessly if I had found out he was crying.
                “Weasley?” I knock on the door and call to him. He doesn’t answer. “Weasley!” I say louder and knock louder. After my third attempt I could have taken the hint that he didn’t want to see me but I wasn’t thinking that way. I try the door and it’s unlocked. I’m grateful for that as I don’t have a wand and I’m not anywhere near strong enough to break down the door. “Weasley?”
                His flat is set up just like mine so I can easily work my way through. He’s not in the living area so I more towards the bedroom. I still hear him crying but it’s not as hard as it was.
                He’s sitting with his back against his headboard knees pulled up. Tears are pouring down his face and his breath is coming in shallow pants. He has a knife in his hand, like we used to use for potions.
                “Weasley? What are you doing?” I stay in the door way. I watch as he puts the point of the knife against the inside of his wrist.
                “I’ve not said his name in four years, but I see him every night. EVERY FUCKING NIGHT! I see him just before he dies. He died in front of me. I see it every night. I can’t stop it, I can’t change it, I can’t do anything but watch my brother die over and over again.” He pushes the point of the knife into his skin and I can see a bubble of blood rise to the surface.
                “Weasley, put the knife down.” I take a step into the room but I have no idea what to do. If he heard me he doesn’t give any indication.
                “It should have been me, you know that? I’ve never been anything special. All of my brothers have some kind of gift, Ginny too. I should have been the one to die.” He’s sliding the point across the inside of his wrist, enough to draw blood.
                What do I do? I begged him last night to kill me. I wanted him to kill me, still do. Do I let him do this? I assume we are feeling the same way. Overcome with guilt and pain, wanting it to end. I’m not brave enough to end it in my own. Is he?
                “Dying won’t bring him back.” I whisper.
                He finally looks at me. “No, but it will keep me from seeing him every night.” He moves to truly slice across his wrist. Without thinking I throw myself at him. I hit him hard and we fall to the side and off the bed, the knife still in his hand.
                “Get off me!” He yells. I reach for the knife but he moves it away from me, not before it cuts across my hand. “GET OFF!” He shoves me and I launch myself at him again.
                “Drop the fucking knife.” I grab his wrist and bang it against the floor hoping that he’ll lose his grip. He grabs my hair with his free hand and yanks my head back. I scratch at his arm, trying to grasp it and pound it back into the floor. We’re grunting and yelling. Hitting, scratching, pulling, and much to my surprise, we’re both crying.
                “DAMMIT WEASLEY DROP IT!” I scream as I kick out at him and punch him in the face. It’s enough to get him to loosen his grip on my hair. I pull my head up and slam his hand down one more time. His hand loosens and the knife slips out. I shove it out of the way and it slides under the bed.
                “FUCK YOU MALFOY!” and he punches me.
                It’s a full fledge fight. We are beating each other.
                “GET OUT OF IT!” He sobs. He slams me to the floor and I see stars. He reaches for his wand and I kick his arm. I have no idea where the energy or strength are coming from.
                I wiggle out from under him and push him to the wall. “STOP IT! STOP!”
                We are nose to nose, both panting, both crying.
                “It should have been me.” he whispers.
                I close my eyes and drop my forehead against his. “It shouldn’t have been either of you.”
                Now that we’ve stopped moving I’m exhausted. I turn and sit beside him. My left side pressed to his right, both of us leaning against the wall.
                “Why are you here?”
                “You know how neighborly I am.”
                He lets out a wry laugh. “Yep, Draco Malfoy, neighbor to all. That’s you. Seriously, why are you here?”
                “I could hear you crying. You checked on my last night. Thought it would be a good thing to check on you. I was right.” I turn my head to look at him.
                “You should have let me do it.” He tilts his head back and closes his eyes.
                “You wouldn’t kill me.”
                “Maybe that fucking magazine was right.” he mumbled.
                “Excuse me?
                “One of Hermione’s muggle magazines listed behaviors that meant you were depressed. Maybe I am.”
                “It makes sense if you are. I am. But you have your family to talk to and support you. I literally have no one. My parent s are still in Azkaban and I’m not allowed to have contact with my friends from school. You, Weasley, are the closest thing I have to a friend.
                “Shit. You’re fucked then aren’t you?”
                This time I let out a wry laugh. “Guess I am.”
                “I’ve seen you three times and beaten the shit out of you twice. You need better friends.”
                He notices the cut on my hand as I raise it to brush the hair out of my eyes.
                “Did I cut you?”
                I look at my hand. “Yeah.”
                “I didn’t mean to.”
                “I know.”
                He leans over and picks up his wand. He heals my cut and my newly broken nose and the split eye I have. He then heals his split lip and broken nose. He stares at the cut across his wrist.
                “Heal it.” I say to him.
                He looks at me, nods once and heals it. He drops his wand beside him and leans his head back against the wall again. We sat that way for a long time. Long enough that I feel asleep sitting against a wall pressed up against Weasley.
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                I woke to sunlight burning through my eyelids, turning everything red. I’m stiff, my head hurts and my mouth is dry. I slowly open my eyes and realize I’m still sitting against the wall in Weasley’s bedroom. His head is on my shoulder and my head is on his. I lift my head and let out an involuntary groan. Merlin, my neck was stiff. My movement woke Weasley who let out his own groan as he tried to move. While he had fixed our injuries last night, the muscle aches were definitely there.
                I blink a few times and try to work out my neck.
                “Can we beat the hell out of each other tonight too?” I ask.
                Weasley slowly turns his head to look at me. “What?”
                “It’s the first night in four years that I didn’t have nightmares or wake up screaming. The only difference I can come up with is the fight completely wore me out. Not that I ever have much energy.”
                “It’s the first night I’ve not had nightmares either. Maybe we will have to fight.”
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