The walk ends up much too long for my liking. When we arrive at the Grffyndor portrait, Hermione looks at me pointedly. "Well." She demands, her tone nasally and commanding "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

I shudder at the thought. "Pardon, my dear. But it seems you have misunderstood. I have no romantic feelings for you whatsoever." My tone is clipped. Her hands grip my arms and leaves a burning sensation that is anything but pleasant. More like acid staining my skin, melting my flesh.

It's a side-affect of growing up away from children. I was never touched by anyone apart from family members and the nanny until I came here and was endlessly poked and prodded just to watch me flinch.

Children make up the most horrible parts of humanity.

Hermione glared at me. "Of course you do. I'm beautiful. Everybody loves me." She removes her hands from my arm and I mentally sigh in relief. Folding her arms, she pouts unattractively, "Do you not fancy me?"

"I'm afraid not, Miss Granger. My preferences lie with the male species rather than the female." I inform her and her face takes on a look of understanding. She smiles at me, she actually looks quite pretty when she's not scowling.

"That's cute, good night Zabini." She says the password as I cover my ears politely. She climbs in, turning back she giggles softly, "You'll make him very happy."

The portrait slams shut in my face before I can question her.

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The walk back to the hospital wing takes less time than the first time now I'm alone. Nothing stopping me from walking full speed, I've always been a fast walker, it's easier to escape then.

When I arrive at the hospital wing, Ronald's back is too mine, he seems to be gripping the bedside table with much force as his pale knuckles are turning white. His face has a greyish tinge and his pupils are dilated from what I can see. Judging on my observations, he's in a extreme amount of pain.

I'm by his side in an instant, with an arm around his waist and another holding his arm, I've effectively pinned him to my body without knowing it. His back to my front. He visibly relaxes and leans most of weight on me. Ronald vaguely mumbles something like, "My...leg."

It dawns on me. He was trying to walk. Didn't he know that his let was broken? Emphasis on the cast! I turn him quickly so he's facing me, he winces and I apologise. I grab his hips and force him upward. It's probably because he's in so much pain that he doesn't protest as much as usual. Ronald pliantly wraps his legs around waist and leans his head in the crook of my neck. I snake my hands down and rest them underneath his thighs to support his weight. The grffyndor is quite skinny despite his appetite.

"What were you doing, Ronald?" I ask, though I already knew the answer. He just snuffles more into my shoulder. I may be imagining it, but his lips are on my neck. I can feel his eyelashes on my skin, soft like feathers. He's touching me, and I don't feel the ever-present need to run and flee. It doesn't burn, nor repulse. It just feels...pleasant.

I take one step towards his bed, but he moans in what I presume is pain. So I stick to where I am. His whimpers in appreciation and loops his arms around my neck. His glorious red hair is tickling my cheek, I look down at him. I'll admit it, I am slightly awed at how wonderful he truly is.

Ron's p.o.v

I must be knackered, or completely delirious because I don't protest when he lifts me, in fact. I'm pretty sure I actually shuffled closer, he's very warm, for a boy that's so cold. I don't even mind that his hands are almost on my bum. It just spreads the warmth further.

"What were you doing, Ronald?" He whispers softly, I'm not quite sure what he means. Why I was trying to walk, or why am I desperate for his warmth. I'm not exactly sure why I was doing either. All of a sudden I was in bed, sulking because he'd left and then before I knew it, I was holding onto the table for dear life as an excruciating pain consumed my mind. I just kept thinking about his words, 'According to Dumbledore and Healers, I've lost part of my soul.
'

Then he was there, holding me, guiding me. Murmuring apologies as he took away the pain just with his goddamn warmth.

I'm half asleep, lulled by the heat radiating off the dark skinned boy. I'm never quite sure what to call him, his skin isn't very dark but it's not as pale as mine. It's as if he's permanently spent everyday of his life, relaxing in the sun. It's beautiful. I vaguely wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.

I'm so tired I just give into what my heart is screaming at me to do. Sticking my tongue out, I lick a stripe up his neck, listening to his squeak of indignation. Smiling, I confirm my theories. He tastes like honeysuckle and something much more sweeter.

"Ronald..." He warns and I whimper at his tone. "Don't do that, I only possess so much willpower. I would dislike to do something against your wishes." He walks towards the bed and I moan unhappily, because I know he'll leave me there and take his beautiful warmth away from me. I don't want that. I've claimed that warmth. 'Mione can go suck it because that heat is mine. That man, is mine.

He lays me down and I pout up at him. His face looks contorted, as if he's thinking really hard. He goes to kiss my forehead I presume, but he doesn't get to, I pull him down and he stumbles on top of me. Lying there with his weight on top of mine, I don't even feel the pain. He's no where near my leg, which is great. And he's done a wonderful of fixing my bruises that they only twinge under his weight.

"Merlin!" He breathes, his face centimetres from mine, "I'm so sorry Ronald, but I-I h-have to." He leans down, breath cascading across my face. He dips his head that last millimetre and our lips join.

His lips touched mine and I could feel the blush on his cheeks radiating heat onto my own freckled cheekbones ,the feeling of his toffee hair in my hands was like silk. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes and it was like a chemical reaction inside me, pouring over as I desperately crammed all my conveyed emotions into that one single kiss.

He was gone before I could even dare to question him.

A/N I'm really sorry for leaving it this long! You should thank the last person to review, I had completely forgotten about this story! I apologise, I'll move it up in my priorities.