Demons | By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Work was uneventful on Tuesday. I was glad. Harry kept reminding me about dinner on Friday. It was starting to cause me some stress. It’s hard enough to think about just being with Harry and Ginny but now there is Hermione. I love them all, I do. I just don’t want be with them. They laugh and joke and talk and laugh. I don’t do that anymore.
I snuck out early and went home. There was a note on my door.
Weasley,
I need to ask you a question. When you get a moment, could you please top by? Thank you.
Draco Malfoy
Shit, that seems awfully formal. He’s pissed. I can’t blame him. I’d probably be a little pissed if it had been the other way around. I throw my bag onto the couch and go to his door.
I’m nervous. How stupid is that? I knock and hope he isn’t there. But he is.
“Hi. Thank you for coming over, come on in.” He walked into the kitchen and started chopping vegetables.
“Learned how to fix food.”
“Yeah. Mr. Twilliger set me up with Julie. She is going to come over every day for a week and teach me how to cook. She’ll be here soon, I’m supposed to show her what I learned between Sunday and Monday.”
“Oh. That’s good. Maybe you’ll gain some weight.” I steal a carrot and take a bite.
“You’re one to talk.”
“So, what did you need?”
“I have a favor to ask and I completely understand if you say no.”
“Ok.” I’m a little nervous now.
“I need to go to Diagon Ally and I don’t want to take the Knight Bus and I can’t apparate without a wand. So I was wondering if you would be willing to take me there with side along apperation.”
“Oh. Yeah. When do you want to go?”
“Well, I’m free pretty much all of the time.”
“Except tonight when you have a hot date.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
“Shut up. It’s not a date.”
“How about tomorrow? We can go when I get home from work.”
“Ok, that sounds good.”
There is a knock at the door. “Well that seems to be my cue to leave. Have fun on your date.”
I open the door to one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
“Uh, hi.”
“Hi. Is Draco here?”
“Yeah.” I step back to let her in. “You two have a good time.”
I walk out and back into my flat. I feel irritated, anxious. Why? I don’t want to eat so I grab a bottle of Fire whiskey and pour myself a drink.
An hour later I’m finishing my 8th drink. The bottle is empty somehow and that pisses me off. I throw it in the sink and it shatters.
I put my hands on the edge of the sink and lean, hanging my head. I hear the door open.
“Weasley? You ok?”
“What the fuck do you do, listen at my door?”
“No. I was reading and heard glass breaking, I thought I would check to see if you were ok.”
“Whatever.” I stomp into the living room.
“Bad day dear?”
“Shut the fuck up!” I round on him. Pissed and I don’t know why.
“Okay.” He turned to leave, confused.
Without thinking I pick up a book and throw it at him. It brushes over his head. He stops and turns.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Nothing!” but I throw another book. He dodges it since he saw this one coming.
“Screw you Weasley.” he turns to leave again.
I take three unstable steps and one more book goes flying. It hits him in the center of the back and he stumbles forward. He turns and I see the face of the Malfoy I went to school with.
He walks back to me and punches me. Because I’m already drunk I fall backwards on my ass.
He turns again and walks out.
I sit on the floor and lean back against the couch. What the hell is my problem? This is why it’s best not to be friendly with people. It fucks with your mind.
~~*~~*~~*~~
What the hell was that?! I want to go back and hit him again. I actually turn to go back into his flat so that I can but I stop myself. I live with slamming my door instead.
The nightmares come back that night. Except this time instead of watching myself torture Rowle, Weasley is using the cruciatus curse on me. I wake myself up screaming, my face wet with tears.
What the hell is that about?
~~*~~*~~*~~
I wake up at 3 in the morning to Malfoy screaming. He hasn’t done that in about four nights. I roll over and cover my head with my pillow. I have my own misery. I don’t need his too.
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