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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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^^ Stupid journal. The only ‘person’ I have to talk to. What the hell is wrong with me? I got so pissed off seeing that Janie chick or whatever her name was. I should probably apologize to Malfoy especially since I’m supposed to take him to Diagon Alley later today.”
                “What are you writing?” Harry leans over my desk.
                “Nothing.” I quickly hide my papers and pull out a file to work on.
                “You look angry. You ok? “
                “I’m fine.”
                “Ron, do you want to talk? I miss my best friend. Ginny and Hermione are great, but…”
                “What are you talking about? I’m right here.”
                “You know what I mean. For the last few years you’ve changed. You don’t come round. We don’t fly. We don’t talk. Hell, I haven’t seen you eat anything in a month and I’ve not seen you laugh in I don’t’ know how long. I told you the other day that we’re worried about you.”
                “Harry, I’m fine. I promise.” I can tell he doesn’t believe me. He’s my friend, he knows better. I’m not sure why I can’t tell him. Maybe I’m embarrassed to come across as so weak. I don’t know. I just know I like being alone now more than anything else.
                “You know I’m here if you need anything right?”
                “Yes Harry. And you sound like a girl.”
                “Shut up you git.” He pushes me on the shoulder, smiles at me and goes back to his office.

                I go home a little early. I plan on seeing if Malfoy still wants me to take him to Diagon Alley. Half of me hopes he says no and the other half hopes he says yes.
                I knock on his door and wait impatiently in the hall. He opens the door and looks shocked to see me. Then his eyes narrow. The Malfoy of years past.
                “Yes?”
                “I was wondering if you still wanted me to take you to Diagon Alley?”
                “What?”
                “You asked me yesterday to take you, do you still want to go.”
                “Yesterday you threw books at me. I don’t have time for your mood swings. I understand you are fucked up right now. I get it. I am too. But I’m really trying to get my life together.”
                “Draco? Do you want me to finish up in here.” A woman’s voice. Probably that Jackie girl.
                “I’ll be right there Julie.” he calls over his shoulder.
                My chest tightens and I have no idea why. “So do you want to go or not?”
                “I’ll find another way. Thanks.” He closes the door and I stand there. I can’t even identify the emotions I’m feeling right now. After four years of systematically shutting down all emotion other than raging guilt, I feel a little overwhelmed. I head back into my flat and sit at the table.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I lean my head against the door after I shut it. I have no idea what happened last night. I don’t know if he was mad at me or just taking it out on me. He has broken my nose twice in the last week and I wasn’t upset about that at all. He told me fuck off and I got pissed.
                “Draco?”
                “I’m coming.”
                Julie has helped me figure out cooking. It reminds me of potions a bit. I hardly eat anything I make, but I have the ability now. Tonight is the last night she’ll be over since I caught on so quickly. Not that it’s hard. She suggested we have dinner together. We made a roast with vegetables. She’s putting it on the table when I come back.
                “This looks great.” she says and she smiles at me.
                She’s very stunning. Thick dark hair that comes past her shoulders in big curls. Deep brown eyes, skin the color of caramel. I think she’s been flirting with me but I could be imagining it. She brushes against me a lot and touches my arm when she talks. I flinch every time she touches me. She’s noticed and asked about it. I told her it was from all of my time in Azkaban. That would make sense except I’ve not flinched with Weasley has touched me or I’ve touched him. Except when we are beating the hell out of each other. I kind of want to go beat the hell out of him right now.
                We sit down to eat. I’m not really hungry still. I have noticed I eat a little more each day, but once I take a few bites I’m full and feel sick. I put a potato in my mouth and I feel Julie’s leg press against mine under the table. She looks at me from under her lashes and gives me a small smile. Her leg against mine makes my skin crawl. Why? I shift away and offer her a small smile in return.
                She continues to touch my arm and my leg during dinner. Even though I move away each time and I’ve told her it bothers me. She also talks nonstop. It’s like she can’t stand the silence. I crave the silence. When I ate with Weasley the other day we had moments of silence that neither of us tried to fill. Why am I having dinner with this beautiful witch and thinking about Weasley?
                “So, do you want to do something after dinner?”
                “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I was so lost in thought about Weasley that I didn’t hear a thing she had said.
                “Do you want to do something?” her hand wrapped around my wrist.
                “Uhh..” I try to remove my wrist from her grasp but she holds on a little tighter.
                “Draco. I’m attracted to you. I’d like to go out.” She’s leaning closer to me and I my breathing becomes shallow. I feel dizzy and close my eyes. She must mistake all of this for attraction because she kisses me. Not the small pecks that Weasley kissed me with, but soft wet lips that were parted, her tongue touching my bottom lip.
                I jumped out of my chair and pulled my arm out of her grasp, wiping my mouth.
                “Draco, don’t be like that. We can have a lot of fun.” She gets up and walks towards me, I back up. I feel like I’m going to be sick.
                “I think you should go Julie.” My voice comes out in a rasp that sounds like my voice from a week ago.
                She sticks her lower lip out in a pout. “Come on Draco. What are you afraid of?” She runs a finger up my neck.
                Most men would love to be in this position, I can’t wait for it to end.
                “I really think you should go.”
                “You’re serious aren’t you?” she goes from pouty, to shocked, to pissed. “You really want me to go? Fine. I’ll go.” She grabs her cloak and her bag, swinging them around her so that they hit me in the face. I step back and open the door for her.
                “Thank you for everything and I’m sorry.”
                “Yes, you are.” She stomps out and I can hear the pop of her disapperation after I close the door.
                What the hell is wrong with me?
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                I’m drinking, again. I’ve done this a lot lately. I’m sitting in the dark at the table drinking mead. I’ve downed half the bottle. There is something wrong with me. I keep thinking about Malfoy. I look forward to seeing him. It almost seems like… no. That can’t be right. Can it? NO! But it does. It almost seems like I how I felt about Hermione. I shake my head and pour another drink. That’s stupid. He’s just the first person that understands what I’m going through and I don’t have to talk about my feelings. I don’t have to exhaust myself by pretending when I’m around him.
                Light falls across the table and I look up. He’s in the doorway. I’ve got to start locking that door.
                “What the hell do you want?” I growl at him.
                “Are you drinking again?”
                “Well yes mum I am. Do you have a problem with it?” I pour another drink and down it.
                Malfoy takes the bottle and dumps the rest down the sink.
                “What the hell??” I jump up. Unsteady on my feet. I seem to be unsteady around him a lot, with or without the help of alcohol.
                “You’ve had enough.”
                “I am going to fucking hit you so hard!” I step towards him.
                “Hit me or hit on me?”
                I stop dead. “What?” I whisper, swaying a bit.
                “You’ve done both. I just want to be prepared.” He’s looking at me through narrowed eyes. Again, the eyes from Malfoy at school.
                It’s the first time it’s been mentioned. I thought we could pretend it didn’t happen or maybe it really hadn’t. But there it is, sitting in the room with us.
                “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say. Hoping that the blush in my cheeks will be mistaken for affects of the alcohol.
                “Really?” He takes a step closer. You don’t remember kissing me the other night?”
                I can’t speak. I can’t admit it and I don’t want to deny it. I have no idea what it means. So in all of my brilliance and with the help of mead, I swing. I’m slow and he sees it coming and blocks my arm but he’s pissed. I can see it in his eyes. He drives his fist into my stomach and I double over.
                “Why do you keep attacking me!”
                I rush him and drive him into the wall. He lets out a groan as his back hits and he drives an elbow into my back. He pushes me back and I swing again. Connecting this time with his jaw. He returns just as good as he got. The entire time I keep thinking ‘I don’t want to do this.’
                “Why?” He yells in my face as he grabs me by the front of the shirt and shoves me into the wall. He slams be against the wall again and repeats his question. “WHY?” He’s standing so close I can’t get a swing in. He repeats the question and again punctuates it with slamming me against the wall. I stop fighting. He still has the front of my shirt fisted in his hands and he’s close. Too close our noses almost touching. His grey eyes a mixture of confusion, anger, and hurt. My shoulders sag and he pushes me against the wall again but with less force. “Why?”
                I have absolutely no clue what happened next. But his hand is in my hair and my hands are clutching his shirt at his sides and we are kissing. A violent, furious kiss. Our teeth crash together sending pain through my jaw that I barely register. Out tongues fighting each other for dominance. His hand fisted in my hair and my fingers digging into the flesh and bone at his hip.
                Just as quickly he slams me back against the wall and pulls away. There is blood in the corner of his mouth that isn’t a result of me punching him. We’re both panting, staring at each other. He turns and walks out, leaving me slumped against the wall panting and wiping saliva and blood from my mouth. My lip was cut on the inside I could feel it starting to swell.
                I just fucking kissed Draco Malfoy.
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