Don't Leave Me

Harry sat in the window seat in his and Ron's apartment with the window open. He stared out at the rain that was falling, just missing him from the overhang of the building. It was a rainy day. Draco would have been basking in this day. He always did love the rain and dreary weather. Harry thought absently.

Harry kept looking out at the rain. He tried to focus on one glittering drop and follow it's path to the ground, but it was too difficult. The raindrop would twist and spin getting lost in the clutter of the all the others.

It was somewhat like life. You are born and begin to fall from innocence. You set a clear determined path for yourself and then fate steps in and your world gets turned upside down and you're not as innocent as you thought you were to begin with. Your life was just as tainted as the next person's. Sometimes after that point nothing but the little things matter. You couldn't change what had happened and nothing so big could ever happen again.

He thought of Ron. Ron, did love him, but it wasn't Draco. it wasn't the same. The sheer electricity that ran through him when Draco was touching him was gone. He loved Ron with his heart, but not all of it. Draco was still there and couldn't be pushed aside. He had captured Harry's heart and the vice of a grip around it refused to loosen.

Harry looked out the window once more and tears began to run down his face as the rain was running down the roof into the gutters. Why can't I just let go? I have someone to love me. I don't have to worry about being alone. I have Ron and I love Ron, but Draco. . .I can't let go. He won't leave. Harry thought as he felt warm arms wrap around him and shut the window. Ron is holding me. Ron is tangible. Draco is not. He told himself, but it only made the tears come faster.

Ron picked Harry up and carried him over to the sofa cradling him in his arms. "Shhh. . ." He whispered wiping Harry's tears away and then kissing a few of them away. He hated when Harry got this way. Why had Draco been such a prick? How could someone hurt Harry this much. I have him now, but what happens if Draco comes back? Harry will go to him and I know it. I will just have to be ready to let go when that happens. Maybe Hermione will be willing to take me in? Ron talked to himself in his head as Harry's tears slowed to a stop and he looked up at Ron. "So what were you crying about?" Ron asked quietly.

"I. . .I. . .you don't really need to know." Harry stated burying his head in the robes on Ron's chest. Ron stroked his hair lightly and lifted Harry's face so he could look into those green eyes that everyone swooned over.

"Malfoy, again? I thought you were mine, now?" Ron said plastering a hurt look on his face. He liked to make Harry feel guilty about it every once in awhile, but it was all a little ploy to get into a pillow fight or a tickling game.

Harry looked at Ron. He's playing again. I don't really want to play, but I will anyway. Harry thought and smiled grabbing a pillow from under Ron's bottom and smacking Ron in the head with it. Ron looked stunned for a moment and Harry got up and ran to the other side of the room.

"Why you little. . ." Ron raced across the room tackling Harry to the ground, knocking the air out of both their lungs. Once they had regrouped Ron proceeded to tickle Harry. He writhed and twisted under Ron giggling the whole time.

"MERCY. . .UNCLE. . . I GIVE UP!" Harry shouted in between giggles and gasps for air. Ron finally stopped and rolled off Harry trying to catch his breath. Harry turned on his side looking at Ron, his mind finally off of Draco, for now. Ron does look quite fetching when he's out of breath like that and those freckles stand out even more along with that hair. Seamus had the right idea having an obsession with red heads. They are quite sexy. Harry thought as Ron turned over to face him.

"What?" Ron asked noticing Harry staring at him. He smiled. "Knut for your thoughts?" he asked after Harry didn't reply to his first question. Harry seemed to snap out of his trance and looked into Ron's eyes mischievously.

"I was just thinking about Seamus. He's right you know. Red heads are quite sexy!" Harry reached over and tousled Ron's hair pulling them closer together. Harry kept looking into Ron's eyes and then kissed him. The electricity still wasn't there, but Ron's kisses tasted of ripe strawberries in the peak of a summer afternoon. They were sweet, not like Draco's in the slightest.

After a few long moments Ron pulled away and smiled. He stood and helped Harry up. "Well, I'm supposed to be going into work this afternoon. You're so lucky for getting a day off! So I must be off, but I will be home early." He assured Harry and kissed him on the cheek walking out the front door.

"Well, that was fun. Now I have to pick up this mess." Harry looked around the room at the couch and a few magazines that were knocked off the end-table in Ron's rush to get revenge on him. Harry scurried around the room picking things up and when he was satisfied with the room's look he plopped on the couch and picked up The Daily Prophet. Harry scanned the articles until one caught his eye.

Lucius Malfoy Found Dead in Malfoy Manor
By Rita Skeeter

Lucius Malfoy was found dead in one of his dungeons early yesterday morning at approximately 8:45a.m. His body was found by his wife of 25 year Narcissa Malfoy. The killer has not yet been identified. It is assumed it was a rogue Auror who had had enough with the dark ways of the Malfoy family and gone stark raving mad. Sneaking in and killing Lucius Malfoy, leaving a wife to support her only son, alone. Draco, her son, had been asleep in his room at the time of death. Nothing could have prepared him for the death of his father. He was weeping so badly at his father's death that the only word I could get from him were. "I will miss him, terribly." Those words spoken with pure and utter anguish. His mother was at his side in an instant trying desperately trying to comfort her son. Her tears mixed with his own in a bitter harmony of sadness. (continued on p. A5)

Harry decided it was best not to continue reading the article and set the paper down on the coffee table in front of him. He sat back and a wide grin broke out across his face. It wasn't an anonymous killing. Harry knew who had killed Lucius and it made his giddy with anticipation.

Draco would be here soon. He would be here to get me back. To take me from Ron. Ron. Oh Ron, I am so sorry. I. . .Why am I apologizing now? In my head for that matter? Harry stood looking over the room making sure everything was in tip top shape even though he knew it was. He had just finished cleaning only minutes before, but now it seemed more important that the task be completely finished.

Harry managed to calm himself and sat back down on the couch. What if he didn't really kill Lucius? What if he didn't want me back? What if Rita Skeeter was right? What if. . .Oh there are just too many 'what if's'. I can't stand it! Harry stood again and made his way to the kitchen.

He arrived in the kitchen and pulled out a pitcher of iced tea from the refrigerator. He never did really like hot tea. Iced was always the better way to go. He poured himself a glass and sat down at the kitchen table. What do I do if he does come? What about Ron? Ron will be hurt. I'll just have to deal with that when it comes along. He told himself as he heard a familiar 'pop' of someone apperating into his living room and he doubted it was Ron.