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"Me, too..," Ron replied, feeling his nose and wincing. "Bloody hell..." He wiped some more blood from his nose before helping Draco up to his feet. "Let's wash some blood off first..." He walked to the bathroom with him and turned the warm water on, starting to clean Draco's hands and arms off first. He got two washclothes and pressed them to Draco's palms before pressing the blond's palms together, the towels still between them. "Keep pressure on it like that...and it should slow the bleeding... I think... That's what mum said to do when the gnome bit me and made me bleed one time..." He then washed the blood from his face before turning to the Malfoy. "Uhm..," he mumbled a little awkwardly, "I guess...to the nurse now..."

Ron didn't even realize he didn't have a shirt on until he felt people staring at him as he walked the halls. Once he realized this, his whole body turned bright red in embarassment, but he just ended up walking a little faster, ignoring some, shooting glares at others and lashing out things like "Shut up.", "Go ******** yourself." and "Stop gawking or I'll shove my wand so far up your arse it'll come out your ear."

When they finally made it to the nurse, Ron breathed a sigh of relief, his body turning a light shade of pink now. "Madam Pomfrey? Draco has cuts on his hands, and I have a broken nose... We kinda need you."

Ron sat down beside Draco, who had plopped down gently beforehand. He glanced over at the blond's hands and winced. Those cuts looked really bad... He looked away, then, at the floor. He was remembering that look on Draco's face when he broke down. He had never seen so much emotion other than smugness and disgust. So the snake actually did have a heart... Now he felt almost...apologetic for the stuff he'd said before all of this happened. Then he had to remind himself of all of the things Malfoy had said to him and his friends and family.

Ron looked over at him a little surprised as Draco said this. He was speechless for a minute before he looked down at the floor. He shuffled his feet a little, messing with the ridges of the stone. "It's okay..," he replied quietly. "Sorry...for breaking the vase... If I hadn't done that neither of us would be hurt right now..." He fiddled with the fabric of his sleep pants. "It's my fault, as usual..." He made a face when he saw drops of blood on his pants.

Ron looked up at him, confused by his words. He stared into Draco's eyes, befuddlement in his own, for a while. When he finally came to the conclusion that Draco wasn't ******** with his mind, he nodded slowly. "Yeah... I'm running out of insults for you anyway..." He laughed lightly, looking down at the floor once again. He got a look on his face then like he was thinking hard about something. "You...never really hated me and my family, did you..? Your father does, so you act like you do... Same with Harry and Hermione... You just want to keep up the reputation of a pureblood a*****e...for reasons I don't understand..."

Ron noted Draco's expression. He looked utterly defeated. Instinctively, he rested his arm around Draco's shoulders and pulled him to his shoulder to lean on. He hadn't even noticed that he could in fact wrap his cuffed arm around Draco's shoulders comfortably. The cuffs weren't working. Had the spell worn off? He rubbed Draco's shoulder gently with his thumb. "Stop acting like that and you'd have real friends... I bet if you acted like how you wanted to from the beginning, me, you, Harry and Hermione would all be best friends. I can tolerate you right now because you're not being a stuck-up p***k."

Ron looked at Draco's broken form sadly. "Wow...your family's more screwed up than I thought... Hell, you're more screwed up than I thought..." He sighed softly, continuing to rub Draco's arm. "If...if you want, I can talk to Harry and Hermione about maybe meeting somewhere a few times a week so you can just be you..."