Something New
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lokifanOh God, you guys, this is so melodramatic.
Title: Something New
Word count: 600
Characters/pairings: Ron/Draco
Rating: G
Summary: Draco’s sent on a journey to somewhere new.
Warnings: angst
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the bon voyage challenge atrondracodrabble.
Draco tried very hard not to throw up on the boat to Azkaban. He was curled around the hard ball of fear in his stomach, and the manacles around his wrists were painfully heavy.
Draco stared at the grey sky. He was still staring upwards as the Aurors dragged him from the boat: he might not see the sky again.
The use of any one of the Unforgivable curses, for any reason, on another human being, is enough to earn you a life sentence in Azkaban.
It had been a Death Eater who’d taught him that; but he’d been right. Well, at least if you were stupid and ruined everything, if you had made a life and almost finished your five years’ parole but someone made you so furious and you hexed their mouth shut.
So fucking stupid.
“Hello?”
Draco’s head jerked up at the sound of that voice: that voice that was warmth and laughter and strength offered, all the things that were anathema to Azkaban.
Ron was standing outside the gates of Azkaban, his hair flaming against the grey prison and the grey sky and the grey sea. He was wearing his Auror robes - Draco remembered the first time Ron had put them on, how proud he’d looked - and his face was pale.
“Yeah, Weasley?”
“I’m supposed to take Malfoy from here. Make sure he doesn’t try anything.”
There was a little silence while Draco felt the air leave his lungs.
Corrigan put a hand on Draco’s shoulder, her fingers digging in. “You got orders?”
Ron produced a crumpled bit of paper and thrust it at her. “Hand him over.” Ron’s voice was tight. He wasn’t looking at Draco, though Draco couldn’t look away from him. Ron had been banned from visiting Draco during his trial and sentencing. Seeing him now - the strong shoulders and the bright blue eyes and the faded freckles - felt unreal.
Corrigan scowled, but obeyed. She Apparated away with her colleague, leaving Draco and Ron alone on the bluff.
“Draco,” Ron said hoarsely. “It’s - here’s a Portkey. I forged the orders but they won’t realise until you’re away. I’ve got your wand - here - they won’t catch you. Not if you keep running.”
Ron tapped Draco’s chains with his wand, muttering under his breath. They fell away and Draco grabbed Ron’s shoulders, kissing him. Thrills shocked through him at the kiss: like his body was coming alive again now it touched its other half.
Ron pulled away, though he was smiling. “Me too, but - here. It’ll take you in a minute.”
Draco took the key Ron handed him, but frowned. “Shouldn’t we hold on together?”
“I - no. I’m sorry, Draco. If I go with you, we’ll be caught, and I - you can’t go to Azkaban. Not after everything.”
Draco went numb. “But - you’ll come in a bit. Ron, you can’t - they’ll know it was you - ”
“I’ll be fired, but they can’t arrest me unless they get you back - former Aurors can’t be forced to take Veritaserum. So you have... you have to not come back.” Ron was audibly choking on the words. Painful chills swept Draco’s body. Not imprisonment, but exile.
Ron touched his face, his fingers warm against Draco’s chilled cheek. His eyes were travelling over Draco’s face like he couldn’t get enough, and his smile was trembling. “Bon voyage.”
Draco shut his eyes against the sting of tears as the Portkey began to work.
He kept them shut for long moments after it whisked him away, not wanting to open them and see this new place instead of Ron’s eyes.
Title: Something New
Word count: 600
Characters/pairings: Ron/Draco
Rating: G
Summary: Draco’s sent on a journey to somewhere new.
Warnings: angst
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the bon voyage challenge at
rondracodrabble.Draco tried very hard not to throw up on the boat to Azkaban. He was curled around the hard ball of fear in his stomach, and the manacles around his wrists were painfully heavy.
Draco stared at the grey sky. He was still staring upwards as the Aurors dragged him from the boat: he might not see the sky again.
The use of any one of the Unforgivable curses, for any reason, on another human being, is enough to earn you a life sentence in Azkaban.
It had been a Death Eater who’d taught him that; but he’d been right. Well, at least if you were stupid and ruined everything, if you had made a life and almost finished your five years’ parole but someone made you so furious and you hexed their mouth shut.
So fucking stupid.
“Hello?”
Draco’s head jerked up at the sound of that voice: that voice that was warmth and laughter and strength offered, all the things that were anathema to Azkaban.
Ron was standing outside the gates of Azkaban, his hair flaming against the grey prison and the grey sky and the grey sea. He was wearing his Auror robes - Draco remembered the first time Ron had put them on, how proud he’d looked - and his face was pale.
“Yeah, Weasley?”
“I’m supposed to take Malfoy from here. Make sure he doesn’t try anything.”
There was a little silence while Draco felt the air leave his lungs.
Corrigan put a hand on Draco’s shoulder, her fingers digging in. “You got orders?”
Ron produced a crumpled bit of paper and thrust it at her. “Hand him over.” Ron’s voice was tight. He wasn’t looking at Draco, though Draco couldn’t look away from him. Ron had been banned from visiting Draco during his trial and sentencing. Seeing him now - the strong shoulders and the bright blue eyes and the faded freckles - felt unreal.
Corrigan scowled, but obeyed. She Apparated away with her colleague, leaving Draco and Ron alone on the bluff.
“Draco,” Ron said hoarsely. “It’s - here’s a Portkey. I forged the orders but they won’t realise until you’re away. I’ve got your wand - here - they won’t catch you. Not if you keep running.”
Ron tapped Draco’s chains with his wand, muttering under his breath. They fell away and Draco grabbed Ron’s shoulders, kissing him. Thrills shocked through him at the kiss: like his body was coming alive again now it touched its other half.
Ron pulled away, though he was smiling. “Me too, but - here. It’ll take you in a minute.”
Draco took the key Ron handed him, but frowned. “Shouldn’t we hold on together?”
“I - no. I’m sorry, Draco. If I go with you, we’ll be caught, and I - you can’t go to Azkaban. Not after everything.”
Draco went numb. “But - you’ll come in a bit. Ron, you can’t - they’ll know it was you - ”
“I’ll be fired, but they can’t arrest me unless they get you back - former Aurors can’t be forced to take Veritaserum. So you have... you have to not come back.” Ron was audibly choking on the words. Painful chills swept Draco’s body. Not imprisonment, but exile.
Ron touched his face, his fingers warm against Draco’s chilled cheek. His eyes were travelling over Draco’s face like he couldn’t get enough, and his smile was trembling. “Bon voyage.”
Draco shut his eyes against the sting of tears as the Portkey began to work.
He kept them shut for long moments after it whisked him away, not wanting to open them and see this new place instead of Ron’s eyes.
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