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You lot said you wanted this, so this is for you. Andsparky77.
Harry Potter
Ron/Draco/Harry (all permutations thereof)
Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt
Ron is going to die, because war is coming, and he is under no illusions; Malfoy is going to die, because evil always loses out in the end; but Harry will live forever, because that's what Harry does, and this is the story of Ronald Bilius Weasley's life.
The only thing that matters, now, is what Ron chooses to do with the time he has left.
*
Unlike some people, it hasn't taken Ron forever to realise that the great, heroic Harry Potter is not so great, even if he is a hero. Don't get Ron wrong, Harry is like a brother to him. He would do anything for Harry; he already has. Time and time again, Ron has stood by Harry's side -- in his shadow -- and supported Harry because that's what brothers do. Ron has listened to Harry obsess, and rail, and take the piss out of everyone and everything. Ron has seen Harry be less than heroic; he knows Harry's human. He's heard Harry whinge about spots and girls, and how horrible it is to be The Chosen One. Ron's never been chosen for anything except old hand-me-downs and doing the washing up. Ron has never had Harry's problems with girls; he's had problems just getting the girl full stop. Harry's problems are not Ron's problems, not like Malfoy's problems.
Ron only has to look at Malfoy to know he's counting his last days too. Only people with everything -- and nothing -- to lose look that lost, and Ron would try and explain this to Harry, but Harry's too busy obesssing.
*
At sixteen, Ron is starting to see that sometimes it doesn't help to be too close to one's heroes; Ron will always been in Harry's shadow unless he steps out into the light himself. Ron is never going to be the Captain of the Quidditch team or Head Boy; he needs something for himself that no one else has already laid claim to. Ron needs, full stop, and when he looks around the Great Hall, he sees Harry focussing on Malfoy, and Hermione not focussing on him, and Malfoy not focussing on anyone. Everyone is looking at everyone else, but no one is actually doing anything. Too much observing and not enough living. Too much stagnation in hopes of averting tragedy and not getting hurt, and it's too late for that already.
Ron needs to focus on someone else; he needs to focus on someone who's not already obsessed.
*
Malfoy's hands are greedy like his mouth and his family, and he bats Ron's hands away every time Ron tries to touch him, or move him, or do anything without brute force. This would be fine, except it takes effort and investment to push and pull and jangle limbs too roughly. Sometimes Ron has to fake it. Ron reckons it says something about him, now, that he's willing to put on this sort of façade for Malfoy, but Ron's not going to examine that one too closely, because he prefers to leave the obsessive bollocks to Harry. Plus, Ron doesn't actually feel anything for Malfoy; this isn't some deliberate attempt to be nice, Ron just wants. Ron craves this fucked-up, dysfunctional mutual animosity he has with Malfoy, there's a desperation they seem to share, and it's nothing like being with Harry, because Harry would never give himself this way. Malfoy is primal, like Ron, and they have a future in common, which Harry just doesn't share.
*
It started like -– like nothing Ron has any sphere of comparison for. It was just this thing –- a fracture from fifth year to sixth year.
Ron had spent all this time and effort hating Malfoy, supporting Harry, and being keen on Hermione, and there was so much work involved. And then Harry showed up at the Welcome Feast with his nose in this state, and Ron knew Malfoy'd done it, and he'd meant to give Malfoy what for about it. Ron had meant to do all these things in retaliation, but he just hadn't.
Harry was big enough to fight his own battles, and Ron's mum was still worried about bloody Percy, and Malfoy was this pale, pinched object flittering in Ron's periphery. Ron just couldn't invest himself anymore; it was too much exertion for this one thing with no return. He needed more.
*
Ron has fancied Hermione for an age. He's watched her develop from a shrew into whatever they call a woman who isn't a shrew. Ron has kept his own council as much as possible, but sometimes his jealousy has got the better of him. All Ron has to do is think of Viktor Krum to know that sometimes he's not as unobservant as Hermione claims he's always been. The thing with Lavender Brown isn't his way of rubbing Hermione's face in it; it's his way of trying to move on. Sometimes though, trying doesn't work. Sometimes more drastic measures are called for, and Malfoy's breath is too hot and damp, and he breathes directly into the shell of Ron's ear, which makes Ron shiver like he's cold or enjoying this. And the thing is -- Ron kind of is enjoying this. He doesn't think he's supposed to be, but he's going to die soon, and then it won't matter. Eventually, Ron will be dead and it won't matter that he let Draco Malfoy suck his cock, because Malfoy will be dead and not able to tell anyone, either.
*
Only a person with nothing to lose and death on the brain would give Draco Malfoy a hand job in Slughorn's Storerooms – it doesn't matter who's teaching the lessons, Ron will always associate Potions with Snape -- and not for the first time, Ron finds himself as the man "volunteering" for the tasks that no one else could possibly want.
Ron's not actually volunteering as much as he's decided to take one for the team, except the likelihood of the team requiring such a sacrifice is very small. Not like Malfoy at all. If Ron had ever thought about the size of Malfoy's cock before, well, he would've thought it was much smaller than it feels through the fabric of Malfoy's trousers. Malfoy's cock actually seems to be of a considerable size and weight, and it's definitely interested in Ron, so there is that. If Ron went in for this sort of thing. The old Ron wouldn't even have considered such a thing, but the newer -– newish –- Ron doesn't tend to make as many distinctions. Plus, Ron has undertaken many less than ideal jobs in the six years he's been at Hogwarts and befriended Harry Potter, so on some level something of this caliber was to be expected, theoretically.
Except that Ron isn't doing this for Harry. Not really. Ron doesn't expect Malfoy to spill his guts to the boy giving him a hand job, in the beginning, he thought it might be possible, but Malfoy has proved a lot more reticent than Ron can ever remember him being. He's preoccupied, distant, except when Ron's making him shout and whimper, and that makes Ron peevish. Ron's not had a great change of heart regarding Malfoy's ferret-like nature or the belief that Malfoy would sell out his own family if it meant rubbing it in Harry's face. However. Things change, and people change, and Ron is growing older. His time is running out.
The thing about it is that Ron doesn't need to sacrifice himself for Harry, since Harry has vast queues of people who are more than willing to sacrifice themselves for Harry. What Ron needs to do is live before he dies anyway, and jerking off Malfoy is about living. Malfoy's sweat and musk are about Ron potentially seeing his twenty-first birthday. The half-moon nail imprints on Ron's forearms are about all the money his family never had. That slightly too tight pull of Malfoy's foreskin is about dirt under Ron's fingernails and the way Malfoy smells of tea and a faintly powdery soap.
Malfoy's barely finished coming and Ron's already turned away, wiping his hands on the inside of his robes.
Ron doesn't need to talk about this. He doesn't need to fight about it either. They've been talking and fighting for six years; Ron's tired of all the talking and fighting. He needs to save up his reserves anyway.
*
There'd been this "incident" at the start of the school year -– a few days after Harry'd had his nose seen to. Ron had been near the Room of Requirement, he'd probably been wanting to dash off to Honeydukes for something or other since he'd been hovering around the Humpbacked Witch. Ron had just wanted to do this thing, skiving off, because he could, and because Fred and George always had the most fun. And Ron would've done it, except that Malfoy'd walked right by him.
That was it.
Malfoy'd walked by and ignored Ron altogether, and Ron hadn't known what to do with that, because he was him and Malfoy was Malfoy, and they'd hated each other with the sort of passion that was passed from generation to generation, and Malfoy'd just disregarded all that.
So, Ron grabbed the back of Malfoy's robes, propelling him into the wall. Malfoy'd pushed back, and they'd tussled, and Ron'd pinned Malfoy to the wall, because he was good and Malfoy was bad, and good always won out in the end. Or so had been taught—he was starting to doubt it just like everything else.
Except. Except Ron'd drawn back his arm, and he'd meant to hit Malfoy. Really, he had -- but he didn't. Instead, he'd just stared at the circles under Malfoy's eyes, and the lines around Malfoy's mouth, and the sneer that didn't have that old edge to it. Malfoy had these faded, silvery scars that you only saw from very close up –- and then Ron had turned and walked away.
And it was like cutting the string connecting them.
*
Ron doesn't fancy Harry. Really. Harry's scrawny and gangly, and he doesn't have any of those womanly curves that Ron has dreamt about touching for most of his teen years. Harry doesn't even have Malfoy's sense of entitlement that makes him carry himself just a little bit taller. Harry is Harry, and he's Ron's mate, which means that Ron doesn't think about the smooth edges of Harry's scar or the dark stubble that sometimes dots Harry's jawline when he does a bad job of shaving. Ron doesn't think about touching Harry when the lights go out and the silence in their dormitories seeps into that magical place that is all cast Silencios and nothing natural. Except that magic is as natural to Ron as breathing, and behind all the spell work, Ron can stroke his cock and dream of torn cuticles and untended fingernails and glasses that fog up and get crushed by the weight of two boys during the middle of the night.
*
Ron has spent long years hating Draco Malfoy. He has projected his frustration with Harry's fame, and Hermione's careful regard, and his frilly dress robes onto Malfoy's pinched, pale face, and it's worked a treat. Of all the people, in all the Hogwarts houses, Ron has not regretted this association at any point. Except that it takes a lot of work to actively hate someone. It takes time and energy for such an investment in grey eyes, and Malfoy makes these grunting, squeaking noises when Ron has his fingers up Malfoy's arse. Malfoy is hot, and tight, and he claws at Ron with this manic force that's intriguing and appalling at the same time. Ron can only imagine what sort of noises he'd be making if someone had their fingers up his arse, but that's not going to happen. Ever. Ron may be a shirt-lifter, but he's not going to take it up the arse for anyone. At least he tells himself he's not, but the truth is much more grey than black and white, and this is the fact that Ron has finally come to appreciate more than anything else. The lies we tell other people don't matter as much as the ones we tell ourselves, and this thing that Ron has with Malfoy is no one's business but theirs. This has nothing to do with Harry at all. Ron is the fifth boy of six children, and he wants something that he can call his own without lots of other fingerprints all over it.
So, Ron fucks Malfoy with his fingers, and holds Malfoy's hips much tighter than he should, then he closes his eyes and takes Malfoy's dick in his mouth and tries not to gag.
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ethrosdemon decided to save me from myself, so. REPOSTING.You lot said you wanted this, so this is for you. And
sparky77.Harry Potter
Ron/Draco/Harry (all permutations thereof)
Ron is going to die, because war is coming, and he is under no illusions; Malfoy is going to die, because evil always loses out in the end; but Harry will live forever, because that's what Harry does, and this is the story of Ronald Bilius Weasley's life.
The only thing that matters, now, is what Ron chooses to do with the time he has left.
Unlike some people, it hasn't taken Ron forever to realise that the great, heroic Harry Potter is not so great, even if he is a hero. Don't get Ron wrong, Harry is like a brother to him. He would do anything for Harry; he already has. Time and time again, Ron has stood by Harry's side -- in his shadow -- and supported Harry because that's what brothers do. Ron has listened to Harry obsess, and rail, and take the piss out of everyone and everything. Ron has seen Harry be less than heroic; he knows Harry's human. He's heard Harry whinge about spots and girls, and how horrible it is to be The Chosen One. Ron's never been chosen for anything except old hand-me-downs and doing the washing up. Ron has never had Harry's problems with girls; he's had problems just getting the girl full stop. Harry's problems are not Ron's problems, not like Malfoy's problems.
Ron only has to look at Malfoy to know he's counting his last days too. Only people with everything -- and nothing -- to lose look that lost, and Ron would try and explain this to Harry, but Harry's too busy obesssing.
At sixteen, Ron is starting to see that sometimes it doesn't help to be too close to one's heroes; Ron will always been in Harry's shadow unless he steps out into the light himself. Ron is never going to be the Captain of the Quidditch team or Head Boy; he needs something for himself that no one else has already laid claim to. Ron needs, full stop, and when he looks around the Great Hall, he sees Harry focussing on Malfoy, and Hermione not focussing on him, and Malfoy not focussing on anyone. Everyone is looking at everyone else, but no one is actually doing anything. Too much observing and not enough living. Too much stagnation in hopes of averting tragedy and not getting hurt, and it's too late for that already.
Ron needs to focus on someone else; he needs to focus on someone who's not already obsessed.
Malfoy's hands are greedy like his mouth and his family, and he bats Ron's hands away every time Ron tries to touch him, or move him, or do anything without brute force. This would be fine, except it takes effort and investment to push and pull and jangle limbs too roughly. Sometimes Ron has to fake it. Ron reckons it says something about him, now, that he's willing to put on this sort of façade for Malfoy, but Ron's not going to examine that one too closely, because he prefers to leave the obsessive bollocks to Harry. Plus, Ron doesn't actually feel anything for Malfoy; this isn't some deliberate attempt to be nice, Ron just wants. Ron craves this fucked-up, dysfunctional mutual animosity he has with Malfoy, there's a desperation they seem to share, and it's nothing like being with Harry, because Harry would never give himself this way. Malfoy is primal, like Ron, and they have a future in common, which Harry just doesn't share.
It started like -– like nothing Ron has any sphere of comparison for. It was just this thing –- a fracture from fifth year to sixth year.
Ron had spent all this time and effort hating Malfoy, supporting Harry, and being keen on Hermione, and there was so much work involved. And then Harry showed up at the Welcome Feast with his nose in this state, and Ron knew Malfoy'd done it, and he'd meant to give Malfoy what for about it. Ron had meant to do all these things in retaliation, but he just hadn't.
Harry was big enough to fight his own battles, and Ron's mum was still worried about bloody Percy, and Malfoy was this pale, pinched object flittering in Ron's periphery. Ron just couldn't invest himself anymore; it was too much exertion for this one thing with no return. He needed more.
Ron has fancied Hermione for an age. He's watched her develop from a shrew into whatever they call a woman who isn't a shrew. Ron has kept his own council as much as possible, but sometimes his jealousy has got the better of him. All Ron has to do is think of Viktor Krum to know that sometimes he's not as unobservant as Hermione claims he's always been. The thing with Lavender Brown isn't his way of rubbing Hermione's face in it; it's his way of trying to move on. Sometimes though, trying doesn't work. Sometimes more drastic measures are called for, and Malfoy's breath is too hot and damp, and he breathes directly into the shell of Ron's ear, which makes Ron shiver like he's cold or enjoying this. And the thing is -- Ron kind of is enjoying this. He doesn't think he's supposed to be, but he's going to die soon, and then it won't matter. Eventually, Ron will be dead and it won't matter that he let Draco Malfoy suck his cock, because Malfoy will be dead and not able to tell anyone, either.
Only a person with nothing to lose and death on the brain would give Draco Malfoy a hand job in Slughorn's Storerooms – it doesn't matter who's teaching the lessons, Ron will always associate Potions with Snape -- and not for the first time, Ron finds himself as the man "volunteering" for the tasks that no one else could possibly want.
Ron's not actually volunteering as much as he's decided to take one for the team, except the likelihood of the team requiring such a sacrifice is very small. Not like Malfoy at all. If Ron had ever thought about the size of Malfoy's cock before, well, he would've thought it was much smaller than it feels through the fabric of Malfoy's trousers. Malfoy's cock actually seems to be of a considerable size and weight, and it's definitely interested in Ron, so there is that. If Ron went in for this sort of thing. The old Ron wouldn't even have considered such a thing, but the newer -– newish –- Ron doesn't tend to make as many distinctions. Plus, Ron has undertaken many less than ideal jobs in the six years he's been at Hogwarts and befriended Harry Potter, so on some level something of this caliber was to be expected, theoretically.
Except that Ron isn't doing this for Harry. Not really. Ron doesn't expect Malfoy to spill his guts to the boy giving him a hand job, in the beginning, he thought it might be possible, but Malfoy has proved a lot more reticent than Ron can ever remember him being. He's preoccupied, distant, except when Ron's making him shout and whimper, and that makes Ron peevish. Ron's not had a great change of heart regarding Malfoy's ferret-like nature or the belief that Malfoy would sell out his own family if it meant rubbing it in Harry's face. However. Things change, and people change, and Ron is growing older. His time is running out.
The thing about it is that Ron doesn't need to sacrifice himself for Harry, since Harry has vast queues of people who are more than willing to sacrifice themselves for Harry. What Ron needs to do is live before he dies anyway, and jerking off Malfoy is about living. Malfoy's sweat and musk are about Ron potentially seeing his twenty-first birthday. The half-moon nail imprints on Ron's forearms are about all the money his family never had. That slightly too tight pull of Malfoy's foreskin is about dirt under Ron's fingernails and the way Malfoy smells of tea and a faintly powdery soap.
Malfoy's barely finished coming and Ron's already turned away, wiping his hands on the inside of his robes.
Ron doesn't need to talk about this. He doesn't need to fight about it either. They've been talking and fighting for six years; Ron's tired of all the talking and fighting. He needs to save up his reserves anyway.
There'd been this "incident" at the start of the school year -– a few days after Harry'd had his nose seen to. Ron had been near the Room of Requirement, he'd probably been wanting to dash off to Honeydukes for something or other since he'd been hovering around the Humpbacked Witch. Ron had just wanted to do this thing, skiving off, because he could, and because Fred and George always had the most fun. And Ron would've done it, except that Malfoy'd walked right by him.
That was it.
Malfoy'd walked by and ignored Ron altogether, and Ron hadn't known what to do with that, because he was him and Malfoy was Malfoy, and they'd hated each other with the sort of passion that was passed from generation to generation, and Malfoy'd just disregarded all that.
So, Ron grabbed the back of Malfoy's robes, propelling him into the wall. Malfoy'd pushed back, and they'd tussled, and Ron'd pinned Malfoy to the wall, because he was good and Malfoy was bad, and good always won out in the end. Or so had been taught—he was starting to doubt it just like everything else.
Except. Except Ron'd drawn back his arm, and he'd meant to hit Malfoy. Really, he had -- but he didn't. Instead, he'd just stared at the circles under Malfoy's eyes, and the lines around Malfoy's mouth, and the sneer that didn't have that old edge to it. Malfoy had these faded, silvery scars that you only saw from very close up –- and then Ron had turned and walked away.
And it was like cutting the string connecting them.
Ron doesn't fancy Harry. Really. Harry's scrawny and gangly, and he doesn't have any of those womanly curves that Ron has dreamt about touching for most of his teen years. Harry doesn't even have Malfoy's sense of entitlement that makes him carry himself just a little bit taller. Harry is Harry, and he's Ron's mate, which means that Ron doesn't think about the smooth edges of Harry's scar or the dark stubble that sometimes dots Harry's jawline when he does a bad job of shaving. Ron doesn't think about touching Harry when the lights go out and the silence in their dormitories seeps into that magical place that is all cast Silencios and nothing natural. Except that magic is as natural to Ron as breathing, and behind all the spell work, Ron can stroke his cock and dream of torn cuticles and untended fingernails and glasses that fog up and get crushed by the weight of two boys during the middle of the night.
Ron has spent long years hating Draco Malfoy. He has projected his frustration with Harry's fame, and Hermione's careful regard, and his frilly dress robes onto Malfoy's pinched, pale face, and it's worked a treat. Of all the people, in all the Hogwarts houses, Ron has not regretted this association at any point. Except that it takes a lot of work to actively hate someone. It takes time and energy for such an investment in grey eyes, and Malfoy makes these grunting, squeaking noises when Ron has his fingers up Malfoy's arse. Malfoy is hot, and tight, and he claws at Ron with this manic force that's intriguing and appalling at the same time. Ron can only imagine what sort of noises he'd be making if someone had their fingers up his arse, but that's not going to happen. Ever. Ron may be a shirt-lifter, but he's not going to take it up the arse for anyone. At least he tells himself he's not, but the truth is much more grey than black and white, and this is the fact that Ron has finally come to appreciate more than anything else. The lies we tell other people don't matter as much as the ones we tell ourselves, and this thing that Ron has with Malfoy is no one's business but theirs. This has nothing to do with Harry at all. Ron is the fifth boy of six children, and he wants something that he can call his own without lots of other fingerprints all over it.
So, Ron fucks Malfoy with his fingers, and holds Malfoy's hips much tighter than he should, then he closes his eyes and takes Malfoy's dick in his mouth and tries not to gag.
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Date: 2005-10-11 09:25 pm (UTC)Ron is the fifth boy of six children, and he wants something that he can call his own without lots of other fingerprints all over it.
is just so very, very perfect.
You're awesome! And you're insight into character is amazing. And I'm sorry I threatened to pull your hair :)
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Date: 2005-10-12 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 09:53 pm (UTC)YOU'LL GO TO HELL FOR MAKING ME READ RON/MALFOY!!!!!!!
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Date: 2005-10-11 10:13 pm (UTC)I thought this was great. There is some really interesting imagery here. This description of Harry was great: Ron can stroke his cock and dream of torn cuticles and untended fingernails and glasses that fog up and get crushed by the weight of two boys during the middle of the night.
And so is the last line So, Ron fucks Malfoy with his fingers, and holds Malfoy's hips much tighter than he should, then he closes his eyes and takes Malfoy's dick in his mouth and tries not to gag.
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Date: 2005-10-12 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 11:20 pm (UTC)I must wander off to process this. Fantastic job of writing a believably tormented Ron. He's so much more than a sidekick.
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Date: 2005-10-12 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 12:24 am (UTC)I hardly ever read HP fics. But after reading The Love Movement on Monaboyd I had to see what else you had and what do I find but this?!?! You've just single handedly created a new fandom for me.
I'm stunned. You're a fantastic writer, sweetie. NEVER STOP.
I love Ronald Weasley. I love him.
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Date: 2005-10-12 05:08 pm (UTC)Excellent. I get a free toaster with every convert! :)
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Date: 2005-10-12 03:17 am (UTC)::shivers:: dark and delicious and angsty. draco's scars, ron's fatigue and growing anxiety - all palpable.
The lies we tell other people don't matter as much as the ones we tell ourselves
Why does this sound so familiar, and why does it bring BSG to mind?
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Date: 2005-10-12 05:09 pm (UTC)Why does this sound so familiar, and why does it bring BSG to mind?
I don't think I've ever heard it on BSG, but since I only got on board during S2, that may explain it. IMO, it's just one of those things that's true in life.
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Date: 2005-10-12 07:10 am (UTC)That's all. :)
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Date: 2005-10-12 03:18 pm (UTC)So hot at times, and all the Ron/Draco (which I love) and then I got to bits like this
What Ron needs to do is live before he dies anyway, and jerking off Malfoy is about living.
and it just blew me away. You have such a distinctive writing style, that I just love. All of your stories have these killer lines in them that just scream ZAHRA. This one is no exception ♥
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Date: 2005-10-12 05:15 pm (UTC)You are entirely too kind to me, but you know, thank you so much. It always means a lot to me when people enjoy my writing.
P.S. You should totally see the kitchen show if you can. It has no redeeming value, but it's very very funny.
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Date: 2005-10-12 07:11 pm (UTC)(Especially of Harry. There's only about three people who write him the way I think he is in canon, and you're one of them. So refreshing to be spared the whitewash.)
And the fantastic meta-ish feel to the first paragraph: Draco and Ron die, Harry lives forever.
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Date: 2005-10-17 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 10:15 pm (UTC)I love your style, the use of short, direct sentences. Very striking and engaging, and distinctive. There wasn't a lot of extraneous stuff to wade through which appeals to me hugely.
Great read!
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Date: 2005-10-13 04:28 am (UTC)I like the way Ron twists himself up inside so much that somehow it all works out and lets him keep living, at least for a little while.
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Date: 2005-10-17 08:38 pm (UTC)Wow. Thanks, I think.
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Date: 2005-10-13 04:56 pm (UTC)I kept trying to find parts to highlight and poke to show how much I loved this. And it didn't work because you'd have ended up with the entire fic. But that sentence just made me squirm inside. My chest cavity got all squidged up.
Ron in this is so perfect, and so fragile. He's trying to understand that people will do all sorts of things to live. And I don't know if Harry does/can/will understand that. Malfoy definitely does. I love the sense of Ron's constantly shifting ideas of himself.
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Date: 2005-10-20 02:35 am (UTC)...i'm starting to get this thing for Ron and Draco
Date: 2005-10-22 12:37 pm (UTC)Malfoy'd walked by and ignored Ron altogether, and Ron hadn't known what to do with that, because he was him and Malfoy was Malfoy, and they'd hated each other with the sort of passion that was passed from generation to generation, and Malfoy'd just disregarded all that.
That's them all isn't it? They're all wrapped up in their own little worlds at the moment and Ron decided he wants out and obviously so does Draco. I loved this just absolutely loved it.
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