Poisoned Flowers - Ron Weasley x OC

Chapter 7

Draco had not been able to stay as long as you would've liked. He held you nearly two hours, rocking you back and forth, drawing circles on your back with his hands. He truly felt your pain, though he may have been so rude and proud to the public. You and him shared a common enemy: Your life, and a destiny you did not wish for.

You'd choked and sobbed till your throat had become raw, Draco's robes drenched in your sorrow.

"Tabby, I've got to go now," he said, gently pushing your shoulders back so that you might face him.

You looked up into his face. His grey eyes seemed sad and they searched your own, which you were sure looked just as they felt; swollen and watery. He brought his hand up to your cheek, wiping a fallen tear. His rings were cold against your hot skin. He looked so pretty this way, sitting on the stairs. His blonde hair hung over his leaning head, and he gently pursed his pink lips. You sniffled, drawing in another whiff of luxury cologne.

"Okay," you managed to say before your voice cracked. You could feel your throat threaten to release another sob.

Draco sighed, pulling you in for one last hug. You could feel him gently kiss your hair.

He then released you, standing at the foot of the stairs, and extended his arm, which you took, coming up on weak knees. Every blink further soiled your face.

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-DRACO'S POV-

Tabitha had cried for nearly two hours. I held her. Even crying she was beautiful. Her eyelashes set together through her tears, making them darker and more prominent than before.

I knew I'd missed potions, and if I didn't leave soon I'd miss Charms.

I didn't want to leave her, though, and I wish I didn't have to care so much. She's making a mistake- hanging out with Weasley and Potter and Granger.

I hope she's ok, though.

Father told me of the respect the Dark Lord had for the Dagons, but he certainly didn't tell me it had been to this extent. I wonder if he knew. It felt like she'd been with me all my life. We were friends as kids, but I feel it's more than that now. She's too considerate for this life. She doesn't deserve this.

I sighed silently, her head tucked into my shoulder, body trembling. It hurt to feel her suffering. Tabitha has been the only person to listen to me, to feel me. The way she sits and watches while I talk, she gives me air to be true. I could be more to her than Potter ever could.

The image of her smiling up at Weasley flashed through my head.

They always seemed to be so happy. I craved that happiness with her. I could help her. I could save her from this life.

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You'd made it to the common room without much grace. As you pushed open the knocker, you could see a handful of faces look up to you. Most gave a questioning look before going back to their reading or conversation. Many leaned over to whisper to their friends. It wasn't surprising, you'd just cried enough to refill the Black Lake twice over. In fact, you were sure your eyes had swollen so much that your eyelashes tucked beneath them. Lovely.

You quickly passed, making it to your dormitory as promptly as possible.

"Oh hello," said Luna at the sound of the door clicking shut. She had been rummaging through a small box and turned to face you. "I was wondering when you might show- oh dear." She walked over to you, dreamy eyes painted with concern. "What's happened? Are you alright?" She took your hand gently and walked you over to her bed where you sat, knees facing together.