My first attempt at fan fiction! Hooray!

WARNING: Mature themes included. If you do not enjoy them, please refrain from reading. This is AU and not book compliant. It includes HPxRW slash and eventual RWxFW slash. Rape. Incest. Angst. Romance. Possibly some other pairings along the way.

Harry Potter betrays, and rapes, his best friend. What will Fred do when he finds out and attempts to help, only to have every attempt thwarted? How will Ron regain the trust for any man that Harry has taken away from him, and why is it so important to Fred?

Find out in Betrayal and Discovery.

Chapter One : Revelations

"You're really going to be staying at Hogwarts this holiday?" Harry asked, shocked that Ron wouldn't be going home to the Burrow to spend Christmas this year.

"Yeah, mate. Mum and Dad are going to visit Charlie again, so we're all staying here! Do you think McGonegal will make good on her trip to Hogsmeade she's been planning for the students that are spending the holiday this year?"

Ron looked excited at the prospect. The two best friends were lounging around on Harry's bed, talking and munching on chocolate frogs, in their shared dorm of the Gryffindor tower as they had done so many times in the past five years they had spent at Hogwarts together. Ron was busily prodding at one of them with his wand, trying to convince it to turn into a chocolate mouse so he could tease Crookshanks with it. Hermione's demon cat had gotten coarse orange fur all over his bed sheets again. Harry watched as the chocolate frog instead turned into a mini chocolate snapping turtle, which immediately attempted to bite off the tip of Ron's finger. He couldn't help but laugh before he answered.

"I certainly hope so. I always get bored stuck here all day during holiday. Of course, it will be better this time around, with you here."

Ron nodded in agreement, still distracted by his mini chocolate snapping turtle that he currently held pinched between his thumb and forefinger. He let out a yelp as the turtle managed to get a firm hold on his thumb and started shaking his hand around like a maniac in an attempt to fling the turtle off of his hand. Harry sprung into action, gripping Ron's hand and struggling to hold him still.

"Hold on, Ron!" he nearly yelled as Ron almost smacked the glasses off of his nose.

He touched the snapping turtle with the tip of his wand on one of the many wide passes it was making across his face and muttered a quick 'Fulminatatum'. The two were suddenly showered in miniscule chocolate bits as the turtle blew to pieces around them. Ron was left with a bleeding thumb and a look of incredulity on his face.

"Thanks, mate. Guess I let that one get away from me.."

He trailed off as Harry took Ron's hand in his own, bringing it to his lips. He pressed his lips against the tiny teeth marks on Ron's skin. He parted his lips, sucking Ron's thumb into his mouth, his tongue lavishing attention on the injured digit. He stopped suddenly as his rapturous gaze locked onto Ron's completely shocked expression. When Ron spoke he sounded nervous.

"Er… Harry? Not to sound thick but… What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

Harry decided that it was now or never. He had never had the courage to admit to Ron what his true feelings were for his best friend. He hadn't thought they would be reciprocated. Then, when he saw the pain in Ron's eyes and the blood on his hand, he was unable to stop himself from offering some sort of comfort. He was in love with his best friend and his best friend now looked like he had a pretty good guess as to just that. Harry threw caution to the wind and crushed his lips against Ron's. It was so much better than he could have imagined it. Ron's lips were warm, soft and melted just the right way against his own.

Then he realized that Ron wasn't kissing back and he started to get frustrated. Here he was, pouring his heart out to the man of his dreams, and he didn't even have the decency to return the affection? He was going to convince Ron that he loved him back. Harry already knew it. Ron just wasn't aware of it yet. His frustration turned to anger as the stunned, beautiful, red-haired boy in front of him pulled away and backed quickly to the wall. Harry glared at him.

"Harry, I'm sorry… I just don't feel that way about you. I.. er.." he trailed off uncomfortably.

Harry wasn't about to hear a word of it. He got on his hands and knees, crawling forward on his bed towards his best mate. It was his ignorance talking. Harry knew that. He just had to show him.

"Shh, baby… I swear you will enjoy this…" he whispered, pinning Ron's hands against his sides and treating him to a harsh and bruising kiss.

Ron didn't really start to panic until he felt the white-hot tip of Harry's wand slicing carefully at his clothing. Then, he was naked, his best friend was in love and pissed, and he couldn't bloody move. What was he going to do…?

Well, what did you think? It's only the beginning. There is going to be a lot more that Ron, Harry and many other characters must go through before the end!