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Truth's Harm	By : Panis Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Truth's Harm
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Disclaimer: Plot by me; characters and all that fun stuff © JKR. w00t. I'm not getting money from this.
Pairings: Eventual R/D, S/SS, more?
Description: All Ron wanted was some confidence. Did his simple potion mistake turn out to be a heaven sent?
Rating: Right now it's pg-13/r, but It might turn into NC-17. I'm not sure.

Chapter One

Poison. It feels like electric poison shooting in all directions through my veins. It almost feels like small needles are jetting around in there. If i weren't in incredible pain, I just might enjoy this radiating high I'm getting from it. I feel so pumped up and alert, but my body is screaming. There is no way I should feel like this. I made sure to write the ingredients carefully. Could I have done something wrong? It would figure. Ron Weasley, the first wizard ever to make an insanely stupid mistake, turning a harmless confidence potion into a liquid cruciatus. Why must I be so terrible at potions? What could I have possibly done to mess it up this bad? I.. OH GOD.

Ron felt the sudden urge to vomit the contents of his whole body out onto the grass when he heard movement from a nearby tree.

"Who's there?" Ron shouted, forcing himself to his legs by grasping a tree trunk. He couldn't see anymore moving, but he still felt as though someone was there. At least.. he was sure it was a person. For a moment, Ron figured that he were hearing things, and started to sit down when a loud chuckle came from the bushes near the tree. A person stepped out of the shadows, his blonde hair blowing slightly in the cool breeze. Ron pulled his free hand to a fist.

"Well, well. If it isn't the Weasel. Feeling independent tonight? I'm shocked to see you're not trapsing about with Potty boy. Doing a sort of errand for him, I see," snorted Draco Malfoy, looking around to check that nobody else was there. He sneered and glared at Ron.

If Ron were feeling any better, he would have punched the Slytherin square in the nose. He lost his grip on the tree trunk and accidently stumbled to where he was right in front of Draco. He coughed and straightened himself out. Just what he needed, to be caught and embarrassed by him.

Draco glaced at him sideways, asking, "Are you drunk?" If it were anyone but him, the question could almost be out of worry. Being that it was Malfoy, it was obvious he would be planning some way of ruining Ron with that. Not that he did drink alcohol in the first place. Draco noticed the goblet sitting near their feet and picked it up. It was only half empty, and upon closer examination, was bubbly and gave off the faint scent of alcohol.

"Gods, you're drunk after a few sips?" He flashed the infamous Malfoy sneer and had a smug look about himself. One more thing he could have over Ron.

Ugh. Fucking git. Why did it have to be him out here? Ow. Jesus. I wish he were in this kind of pain. Maybe I can get him to drink the potion. He wouldn't do that though.. Of course. If I make him think I want it, he'll steal it. Silly Malfoy.

"Give me that!" Ron muttered loudly. "It's. Er. It's poison. So give me it... and you won't get hurt." He was almost proud of himself. Draco eyed him suspiciously. It took a few seconds, but something clicked in his head, and he almost smiled.

"You're so moronic, Weasley. I know that you're only saying that because you don't want me to have the alcohol. But that's alright. I won't take your precious beer."

Ron knew he was lying. He hid a smile and drunkely reached out for the drink. True to himself, Malfoy swallowed the whole potion before Ron could even reach the cup. Draco dropped the cup to the grass and smiled. He didn't it know it, but Ron was smiling too, on the inside.

He's so stupid. Went and drank that stuff. Hah. Hold on. Where did the pain go? I feel.. weird. Maybe the potion only lasts for a few minutes. Malfoy deserves more pain than that. But.. Ron looked up at Draco. God.. his lips. They're so kissable looking. He eyed the stray potion dribbling down the sides of his mouth and moaned inwardly. WHAT?! Oh.. my god. Did I just? Do I really think.. ? Oh no. He's so.. MY GOD. Draco is so beaut.. Draco? What? I called him Draco? The fuck?

Ron watched Draco's smile fade as he noticed the boy staring. He went to say something, but without hesitation, Ron leaned in and licked the potion from his lips. He might have been imagining.. but he felt Malfoy shudder under the touch of his tounge. Seconds of silence passed as the two stayed close. Ron was no longer touching him, but they just stared at eachother.

Draco finally spoke up, "What the fuck do you think you're do..AAAAHHH" Draco screamed, then suddenly clutching his stomach, dropped onto his knees on the ground. He rolled around in pain, screaming obsenities. Ron stood and watched for what seemed like hours, but ended up being minutes. After thought, he realised if anyone were to catch him, most likely Filch, he could be blamed for poisoning Draco. He ran as far as his skinny legs could take him across the night grass, through the front castle doors, and up to Gryffindor Tower.

"SLYTHERIN STINKS!" Ron shouted impatiently at the painting of The Fat Lady when he reached it, running in after she angerly swung herself open. It slammed into him and he fell over. It was close to midnight, and the common room was quiet and empty. Ron quickly picked himself up, and soon dumped himself down onto the couch closest to the roaring fire. The crackling and his ragged breaths were the only sounds to be heard.

.. I.. I.. What just happened? Have I finally done it? I've gone nutters, haven't I? They'll be sending me to Mungo's by the morning. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh, he tasted so nice. I just want to hold him. Why can't I have that? What the.. fuck? What is wrong with me? And why do I feel so weird? My mouth and my fingers are all tingly. At least I'm not in pain anymore. I feel so alive. But... *yawn* I'm so tired.

Ron kicked at a neglected chess pawn on the rug and yawned again. The pain - and not to mention, stress - of the past hour made him feel so tired, he thought he'd sleep and never wake again. After a few seconds of arguing with himself, he soundlessly passed out on the couch.

Unheard, Draco was calling out in pain. He would be delighted to see anyone, even Filch, at this point. He could feel pain on every inch of his body, even parts he was unaware of. The goblet lay next to him, glistening in the moon, as a reminder of his stupidity. He'd have to scold himself later.

That FUCKING Weasley. What in tin that goblet? Ugh, he could have poisoned me. Why did I drink that? Must adjust my stupid instincts. But like any Malfoy, I wouldn't want him getting drunk off his arse and not have me there to join him. I.. hold on. Why am I suddenly interested in being in Weasley's company? That's odd. This shit is making my brain malfunction. What's with this pain anyway? It had to have been poison. He drank some though, didn't he? I wonder what it was though. Maybe a love potion for that mudblood? Nah. He'd be stupid to brew it in the open. Well, from what I can assume, drinking in the open. They are illegal. He's such a badass.

I like men who can be bad and act like it's nothing. It's such a turn on. Well.. I don't even know that he was doing something illegal or of the like. He might.. um. I just said I like men. What? I don't like men. I'm not like that. Must be losing it. Ron.. wait. Ron? God. I am insane. But still. Ron is so.. I love him. WHAT?! I want to be with him. Where is he? Common room? Where's the painting? What's the password? Could I find his bed? Does he like it rough? Oh. My. God. What's wrong with me?

Draco stood up, the pain subsiding. He studied his current environment and wondered to himself why he was outside after dark.

"Against the rules," he mumbled, making his way to the castle doors. Walking to the Slytherin common room, he was very lucky, for at that very moment, Filch, his satan cat, and Professor McGonagall were a long walk away, just outside of the Gryffindor common room. Draco was blissfully unaware of the commotion as he made his way to the wonderful four-poster he would soon pass out in.

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"Mr Finnigan! Please calm down! We don't want to wake the entire castle," whined Professor McGonagall in a tired way. She wrapped her nightgown tight around herself, as it was very cold thanks to Seamus. Filch was cleaning up suits of armor which had toppled over and knocked several others out of a glass window. He was having a hard time because he had to do it the muggle way. It was known to just about everyone that he was a squib. "REPARO, REPARO!!" Filch screamed at one of the broken windows, unable to set even a shard of glass back in it's place. The other two stared at him as he mumbled foul words while hobbling down the corridor.

"Now. Say all of this slowly. If it makes any sense at all, I may not have reason to take the 60 points from Gryffindor," McGonagall forced as her teeth chattered. Seamus tapped his foot on the ground loudly as he sat on the stone bench outside of the common room. He had come screaming out of the common room earlier, knocking the suits of armor all over the place, and Minerva was quick to the scene.

"Okay," he began, his eyes darting wildly down the corridor, "Ron had this cauldron on his bed. For some reason, he wasn't there, so I figured he wouldn't mind if I went to see what it was." A mouse squeaked in one of the armor suits, making Seamus nearly leap up. "Ee.. Um. Anyway," he continued," the liquid inside looked like butter beer. I sniffed it, and well, it smelt like it too. You see." Seamus chuckled, then seeing McGonagalls stern face, began again. "Well, Ron's been j-joking about making some of his own lately. So you know. I guessed it might be that."

Seamus suddenly stopped when he felt a jolt of pain in his head. "All right Mr. Finnigan?" McGonagall asked, reaching for her wand. The boy just continued like nothing had happened, "I took a few sips of it. And.. I.. it made me feel like I was dying. My whole body was in pain. Thank goodness it only lasted a few minutes. After it slowed down, I felt so alive. Like I could do anything I wanted. It made me want to go see.. um. Er. Someone." His cheeks tinged pink and he looked away.

I can't possibly tell her that I wanted to see Professor Snape. She'd think I were off my rocker. I suppose I think that too. I just have this weird feeling that being with him would make me happy. I've never told anyone.. but since second year, I've had a small crush on him. I doubt anyone sees him the way I do. His fingers are graceful.. and *groan* experienced. Many see his hair as greasy and thick. When I look at it, it flows with his movements, whipping across his face and radiating when he's angry.

I've never even admitted that much to myself at one time. For some reason I just feel so in depth with my feelings. Oh boy, I'm getting all girly. Heh. Maybe I'll start skipping around and painting my nails with Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati.

McGonagall looked around the common room after listening to him, and sure enough found Ron passed out on the couch. She knew nothing good would come out of it if he were to be woken up, so she simply told Seamus that the three would have a talk after Transfiguration the next morning. She also advised him to have a conversation with Mr. Weasley sometime soon. The teacher walked down the corridor out of his sight to her room.

Seamus faught the urge to tear the school apart, looking for Snape's quarters, and crawled through the painting after whispering the password. As he walked in, he saw Ron asleep on the couch, his arms flung over either side and his mouth wide open, snoring. Not wanting to be hurt badly, he decided to save the talk for morning. He yawned and walked sleepily up the staircase and to his dorm room. Walking straight to his bed, he mumbled, "I'm so tire..." Seamus fell face first onto his bed. His snores echoed around the room and the natural order of their dorm was back. Ron's insane dream-muttering, however, was missing.

A/N: I'm kind of busy as of late, but I love writing. If you love it, if you hate it, please review, and I'll be more opted to update soon. Even if you hate it. ^_-
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