Title: Saving Him

Summary: Hp/RW, Hp/GW. M/M explicit sex. All of age.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in my story. I do not own the world that J.K. Rowling has created. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, the rest of my characters and the world in which my story takes place.

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Harry stared out the window, his eyes tracing the cloud patterns high in the sky. They were all connected he realized, the clouds were all touching each other, like they were friends who couldn't bear to be parted. The idea should have made him happy, or at least smile…But he hadn't been able to smile in over seven months. Not since that night, the night when everything inside Harry Potter died and he was left an emotionless shell.

It had been the night of the Battle of Hogwarts. Everything had been so hectic and fast paced. He recalled running through the corridors of the one place he'd considered home. He had saved and taken lives that night, saved the innocent and punished the wrong. Of course at the time he hadn't been thinking that way, he had just wanted to finally end the war, he had just wanted to be free of the plague that had followed him since birth.

All of a sudden he'd been facing Voldemort, in the Great Hall surrounded by hundreds of people, either cheering him on or calling out encouragements to the Dark Lord. He remembered being so calm, there hadn't been even a drop of sweat on his neck or hands. He had been ready, ready to rid the world of this hideous evil. They had locked eyes, emerald to violent red. Voldemort had been mocking him of course. Harry hadn't returned a single barb. Just stared at the man he'd been predestined to murder.

Then a spell had shot out at him, and he'd returned fire, one spell, not remotely fatal, but it had worked, knocked the Dark Lord onto his back. The man hadn't died right away, just laid there on the ground in the now silent Hall. Harry had walked over to him, feeling some odd pitying feeling as he thought of the man dying alone. Ducking down he'd just stared into the eyes that were slowly turning back to brown.

Voldemort must have seen the pity in his eyes because, he'd snarled at Harry and gasped out with his dying breath, "You shall not pity me Potter! You will never feel again." Then he'd grabbed Harry's arm as he died and that's when the savior had lost consciousness.

When he'd awakened, concerned but excited faces had been staring down at him. He instantly knew all of the faces, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasley's, Neville and even Luna had been there. But as he stared at them, he felt nothing. Just stared at them blankly, not waiting for them to say anything, but just staring.

Luna had been the first to notice, if you could call what she'd done noticing. She had just stared at him, while he stared at them, and then she'd let out a small cry. The others had whipped around to ask her what was wrong but she'd just moved further away from him, her eyes wide and repulsed. Her voice had been unsteady when she spoke, "Oh Harry…No."

When his eyes refused to give her any type of emotion, concern, confusion, fear or warmth, she'd fled the room, her eyes spilling over with tears. The others took longer to realize what had happened. And then they were all horrified. Harry was nothing but a human shell, he could walk, talk, and function like normal. But there was nothing inside of him, no warmth, no coldness, just an empty shell. He wasn't happy seeing them, wasn't sad at the ones they'd lost in the battle and wasn't worried for his own good. He just wasn't capable of feeling such emotions.

Then there had been the tests. His friends had taken him to St. Mungo's straight away and the healers there had preformed every test they could think of on him, none of which revealed what was wrong with him. Not even some of the greatest minds in the wizarding world could think of a spell strong enough to completely rid a man of his emotions. And so, they could not help him and hesitantly sent the Savior of perhaps the world home.

He and Ron had bought a cheery little house by a sweet little lake and lived there, with Hermione dropping in to visit almost every day. Ginny was there too, as his girlfriend it made sense. She was there often in the beginning, but now that it had been months and there had been sign that he was ever going to get his emotions back, she'd stopped coming around more than a couple of days a week.

It infuriated her that he didn't react to her not coming back. She would scream, cry and stamp her little feet while he just watched her, that blank look on his face. Ginny wasn't used to this Harry Potter, she wanted him to be happy to see her, to need her around all the time and to pine for her when she wasn't around. The fact that he couldn't do any of these things angered her greatly.

He could often hear Ron yelling at his sister, berating her for blaming Harry for something that he could not control. The redhead would always say, "Then why are you staying Ginny? You know he can't feel for you how you want him too! He can't pine for you and be obsessed with you! If you're not happy don't take it out on him, just leave!"

Ginny would always reply that she deserved to be with Harry, she had earned it by sticking by him all these years. She wanted what she had earned! This would only enrage Ron more, ending up with him throwing his sister out of the house.

Reaching out to touch the window, Harry dragged his finger down the cold window pane. He wasn't bothered much by cold or heat anymore. He pressed his palm fully against the window and the cold sliced through the window making his hand sting. A freckled hand covered his and he looked up.

Blue eyes stared down at him, twinkling at him, "You'll catch a cold mate."

"Yes…A cold." Harry stood and they were suddenly eye level.

Ron studied him for a long moment before sighing, "Ginny's here, shall I tell her you're here?"

"I'm here." Harry blinked at the question, not quite understanding it.

His best friend laughed, "Yes I know you are physically here. Do you want to see her, is what I was asking."

When Harry just stared at him blankly, not knowing how to answer, Ron's eyes softened, "I'll let her in, but if I hear her yelling again I'm throwing her out okay?"

"If that's what you want." Harry replied automatically.

Full lips pulled up into an impish smile and Ron chuckled, "If only you had been saying that for years Harry." He shook his head in amusement and turned to walk out of the room.

A few moments later, Harry could hear the tapping noise of Ginny's high heeled shoes as she entered their library. Turning his head he stared at her, watching her grow closer. The young woman wore heavy makeup, her eyes shadowed darkly, her lips dark red and her cheeks rosy. Her very long hair swayed behind her, looking like fire following her as she stepped up to him.

"Harry!" She cried too close his ear as she jumped into his arms.

"Hello."

She waited just a moment for him to wrap his arms around her, but he didn't and she pulled back, a frown above her nose. In the next moment she had walked him over to the couch and settled on his lap, "Oh darling I have had such a long day!" She waited for him to ask about her day but he didn't so she went on, "Of course you want to hear about it so…"

And so she talked and talked for about an hour. Harry listened, but didn't inquire, didn't show interest, just listened as she talked about her entire day. She'd woken to ten different magazine's owling her about an interview about him, gotten lunch with a friend, shopped, got her hair and makeup done, and shopped some more, a regular day in the life of Ginny Weasley, the famous Harry Potters girl friend as she put it with a laugh, bouncing on his lap excitedly.

"So what did you do today hunny?" She ran her fingers under the collar of his shirt and stared at his lips.

"I watched the clouds."

She rolled her eyes, "You watched clouds? How boring is that? Honestly Harry you need to have some fun, get out there, interact with the public and all your fans!"

Leaning in, she had a lusty look in her eyes, "Or you could be shagging your very do able girlfriend." Then she was kissing him, her mouth moving over his lips in a very wet way. Harry could feel her lipstick smearing across his face and watched her kiss him. Soon his eyes moved behind her and he stared out the window as she gasped and kissed him more, her legs wrapping around his back as she grinded herself onto him.

Soon she grew frustrated by the complete lack of response from him and she pulled back, her eyes narrowed, "ugh. You know how many people wish they had me on their lap, kissing them like that? And you don't even react. Whatever." She watched him lift his hand to wipe the lipstick off his face impassively and scowled, "I don't have time for this anyway. I just came to tell you that we were invited to Mum's for Christmas dinner. I'll send clothes over and I'll come to collect you on Christmas. Be ready when I get here okay?"

"Okay." Blood finally flowed back into Harry's lap as she got off him, swinging her purse over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.

Ron came in soon after. He studied his face and scrunched up his lips in disgust, "Gross you have lipstick all over your face."

Harry nodded slowly, "She kissed me. She wore lipstick."

The red head smiled at him, "Let's clean up okay?"

Nodding again, Harry stood and automatically led the way into the bathroom, he looked into the mirror. His face was indeed covered in red lipstick. It was on his mouth, cheeks and chin. His already hair was messier than before, tangled. He grabbed a towel and pushed it roughly into his face, smearing the lipstick the harder he dragged the wash cloth against it.

Ron's face appeared in the mirror next to him, his gaze soft, "Let me help you." He turned Harry around and took the cloth. He turned on the faucet and let water wetly the cloth damply. Raising his hand slowly, he very lightly removed the makeup from Harry's face. "Did she tell you about Christmas?"

"Yes."

"It'll be great, the whole families going to be there. It's been so long since we've seen everyone hasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Mm, and we'll have some of mum's cooking in us instead of my awful cooking or takeout. That's should be nice." Ron rubbed his hand along his stomach.

"I remember…" Harry struggled with his words and blinked, Ron waited patiently for him to continue, "Molly's cooking is…Good?"

"Aw it's the best mate." The redhead beamed but dropped his gaze, "But try not to call her Molly when we're there okay? It'll only hurt her feelings."

"What…What should I call her?" Harry asked in his monotone, and very slow, halting way.

"She'd love it if you called her mum, but if that doesn't seem right to you, you can call her Mrs. Weasley, like you used too." Ron picked the brush up off the counter and gently put it in Harry's hand. "You brush your hair while I get the rest of this off. Merlin how much make up was that girl wearing?"

"A lot." Harry answered honestly. He lifted the brush and yanked it through the knots in his hair, ignoring the physical pain.

The red head however yelped as though it was his hair and pulled the brush out of his hand, "Harry you're going to rip all of your hair out!"

"I had…brush it."

"Yes, but you can do it gently." Ron set aside the cloth and reached up to drag the brush lightly trhough the messy black hair, "Like this. You do it like this okay?"

"Yes."

Watching him with soft eyes, Ron sighed, "How were the clouds today."

"Dark… and touching, they always touch." Harry gave his daily report, he always was watching the clouds and Ron enjoyed listening to what he'd seen or observed that day. It was always at the end of the day that they talked about the clouds.

"That must be lovely, they're never lonely." Ron smiled.

"No, they must not be." Harry nodded slowly.

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"What are you wearing Harry?" Ron sounded scandalized as he stepped into Harry's bedroom. His wide eyes moved up and down his body, horrified.

"Ginny sent me these to wear tonight."

"What?!" shaking his head Ron, covered his eyes, "What on earth is that girl thinking dressing you like that?"

Harry looked down at himself, he'd just put on what Ginny had told him too. Very tight jeans that showed basically all of his body, a thin black shirt that only buttoned up halfway, flaring open to show most of his toned chest, and dark leather boots, that came up to just above his ankles. "She…told me to wear this."

"You are not going to my mother's house dressed like that. It would give her a heart attack!"Ron cried moving closer, "What do you think of the clothes?"

"They are very…tight."

"Oh Harry come on let's get you into some comfortable clothes." Ron pulled him to his closet and began searching through it, muttering under his breath about his insane sister. He pulled out a dark green sweater that Mrs. Weasley had knitted for Harry in his sixth year at Hogwarts and dark cordorouy pants. "Is this better?"

Harry just stared at him and Ron smiled, "They're looser and more comfortable."

"That…Is better."

"I think so too." Ron pulled out some more comfortable shoes and a belt, "Here you put these on. Ginny will be here soon, but don't worry I'll deal with her when she gets here."

Automatically Harry pulled off the clothes Ginny had sent him, looking up when he heard a choked noise. Ron was blushing fiercely and looking away, "Did she send those…Er underpants as well?"

Looking down, Harry pulled at the dark, tight and very revealing jockey underpants that had come with the other clothes and nodded, "Yes."

Slapping his forehead, Ron looked through his dresser pulling out a regular pair of white boxer briefs, he tossed them next to the rest of the clothes he'd picked out and sighed, "Here, just wear all of this." He curse again and walked out of the room.

"Thank you." Harry replied automatically and pulled on the looser clothes Ron had spread out for him. He picked up the present that Hermione had helped him pick out for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and followed the sound of shouting into the front room.

Ginny had flooed in and was shouting at Ron, her face turning a tomato red. Her brother was yelling right back, "How dare you dress him like a tart Ginny? You know he would have never worn that stuff before! You're taking advantage of him! And look at you. Are you really planning on going home looking like that?"

The girl looked down at herself, she wore a very low cut red dress, black stilettos and the top of her lacy, black bra was showing out of the top of her dress. Her face was made up again, full of makeup, her flame like her piled on top of her head intricately. "What the fuck is wrong with how I look?"

"You look like a whore!" Ron shouted, shaking his head.

"Fuck off Ron! You have no right interfering with me or my boyfriend!" She finally caught sight of Harry and her face turned even redder, "What are you wearing!?"

"Ron…" Harry struggled for a moment, and then continued "Helped me find clothes."

"He looked better the other way!" Ginny ignored Harry completely and scowled at her brother.

"No he didn't!"

"The…" Ron stopped and looked at him as he spoke but Ginny just rolled her eyes, tapping her foot, "Time."

Ron blinked, "We're going to be late, and we're leaving Ginerva if you want to join us."

"I'm going with Harry, just remember he's 'my' date Ron, my boyfriend." Ginny forcefully grabbed Harry's hand and yanked him towards the fireplace throwing in the floo powder and shouting out, "The burrow." Before pulling him into the green flames, and into the spinning, tight feeling.

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace, almost pulling Ginny down with him as he caught himself. She shrieked a little and snatched her hand out of his. Two pairs of hands pulled him up and he stared into the beaming faces of Fred and George.

Fred chuckled, "Quite an entrance Harry."

"Got all of our attention it did." George continued.

Staring at them blankly, Harry stayed silent. George and Fred's smiles never faltered, "We've missed you mate!" Fred pulled him into a quick hug.

George did the same, "You haven't been to the store in ages."

"Yes." Harry nodded, acknowledging what the two were saying. He could hear Ron flooing in behind him and moved out of the way for the man.

"Oh Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley bustled into the living room, her face beaming at him.

He found himself pulled into a tight hug, and caught Ron's anxious look over her shoulder, "Mrs. Weasley, hello."

"Harry dear, how are you?" she stared into his face, her eyes filled with worry.

When he stared at her impassively, she just smiled her eyes tight, "No matter. Oh look at you, just skin and bones! Ron don't you feed him?"

"Of course I do mum!" Ron laughed pulling his much shorter mother into a tight hug, his face lighting up happily.

"Well we'll have him nice and fattened up tonight, wont we, dear?"

"Yes we will. Hello Harry."

Harry turned and faced Mr. Weasley, "Hello Mr. Weasley."

"Good to see you son, good to see you out and about." Mr. Weasley smiled a crinkly smile and reached out to take and shake his hand.

Turning at the sound of a loud gasp, Harry watched Mrs. Weasley stare at her daughter, her eyes wide and disturbed, "Ginny Weasley, what are you wearing?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "I like it mother. Harry's outfit was much better too but Ron made him change!"

"Well based off how you're dressed I'd say that was a good thing!" Mrs. Weasley snapped at her daughter before turning back to Harry, "I love that sweater on you Harry. It brings out your eyes."

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath, "It…Is very…"

Ginny cut him off, "Oh spit it out would you?"

"Ginerva!" Mr. Weasley turned to his daughter, dislike clear in his gaze, everyone in fact seemed to be glaring at the girl.

Staring at her, Harry continued, "It…is very loose."

"Loose dear?" the family matriarch seemed confused.

Ron laughed, "Compared to what he was dressed in, that's a very big compliment mum."

"Oh! Well thank you dear." The woman smiled at him and patted his hand lovingly.

"Mum, my stomachs growling!" George called from across the room, his hand on his stomach, his twins bottom lip was pouting as he nodded in agreement.

"Well then by all means, let's go get something to fill it with!" Mrs. Weasley laughed and pulled Harry along with her, as she headed for the kitchen door, "And we'll get you nice and healthy again Harry."

"Okay…" Harry stared around the house, recognizing every bit of it.

Ron sat next to Harry on one side, Ginny possessively on the other. Hermione had shown up a little later, almost immediately leaning up to blushingly peck Charlie on the cheek as she did. Apparently they'd been dating for a little over four months, and things were going excellently. She had wanted to sit next to her best friends, but Ginny had not so kindly told her to go sit next to her own boyfriend. Instead of fighting of Harry, Hermione had just frowned and moved to sit next to Charlie.

The dinner was a fun filled occasion, laughing, joking and cheerful talking filling the small room. Fred and George kept setting off their newest type of firework. They exploded into dozens of inch tall fairies that could zoom around the room, making the room shine and sparkle. Ron was laughing with his father, and Mrs. Weasley was making sure everyone had food on their plates at all time. Harry noted that Hermione and Charlie seemed a bit quite, but kept smiling at each other when they didn't think anyone was looking. And he just watched the family, answering when someone asked a question or addressed him, but mostly he was silent, just watching the happy family.

Finally during dessert, Charlie cleared his throat and shushed everyone, "I want to toast my wonderful family, and give thanks that our entire family is here and safe for the first time in years!" Every clinked their glasses together at that, cheering loudly. Harry watched them but realized he should raise his glass as well. Charlie laughed and said loudly, "Alright, alright shut up you lot, let me finish!" smiling he turned to Hermione, who was smiling shyly up at him, "Hermione you've given me so much joy and love in the short amount of time we've actually been dating…But please say that just this once you'll not be practical and say that you'll marry me?"

The dining room got deathly quiet, everyone a little stunned. No one looked more stunned than Hermione though, her mouth was gaping, her hand covering it a little bit. She stared up at Charlie for a long moment, before jumping up and throwing herself into his arms, "Yes! Oh Charlie yes!"

Cheers erupted, Mrs. Weasley was sobbing into her pie, Mr. Weasley beaming, his face red with happiness, the twins were catcalling the newly engaged couple, Ron was whistling loudly, Ginny narrowed her eyes dangerously and huffed under her breath, and Harry just watched them, a small, hardly noticeable tug in his gut as he watched the loving moment, the amazing moment and the happiness pouring out of Hermione and Charlie as he slipped the beautiful engagement ring on her finger.

After most of the cheers had calmed down, wine was poured out, everyone toasting to the happy engagement and congratulating Hermione and Charlie as they cuddled on the couch in the sitting room. Harry watched, everyone, sipping his wine and not really paying attention to one conversation or the other. He studied the chess game going on between Ron and George and realized that Ron was absolutely going to win.

Then a hand on his arm was pulling him up and Ginny was subtly yanking him out of the room and up the stairs. He let her pull, "Ginny?"

"Shush Harry wait until we're in my room!" She hissed at him, wobbling because of her heels and the amount of wine she'd drunken.

Pulling him into her bedroom, Ginny kicked the door shut before launching herself at him. He caught her but fell backwards, luckily onto her bed. She groaned dramatically as her lips collided with his and reached up to begin pull off his shirt. Pulling back slightly, she gasped into his mouth, "Oh Harry…I wanted you so badly all night." She managed to claw his sweater off before reached down to rip open his pants.

Grinding her middle into his, she kept making these little gasping noises. Staring up at her blankly, Harry felt nothing but her hands dragging on his skin and her body slamming into his almost painfully. Ginny kept her eyes closed but reached into his open pants to grab a hold of his flaccid penis. She growled at the lack of an erection and dragged her hand up and down the limp cock quickly. "Come on…Come on Harry get hard!"

She opened her eyes and scowled before saying, in what she must have thought was a seductive way, "Oh you need encouragement then?" Pulling open the top of her dress, she exposed her breasts completely, "This is what you need isn't it?" She wiggled them in front of his face, as she moved her hand again, trying to make him hard.

And failing.

As she jerked harder and harder on his cock, Ginny began cursing under her breath at everything, at him, his cock, the situation. Staring up at his girlfriend and wincing at the sharp pain coming from the rough and unsuccessful hand job, Harry leaned up on his elbows, just watching her.

"For merlins sake! Bloody hell Harry! Why can't you do this for me? This isn't fair! I want the old Harry back, the Harry that was so attracted to me all the time, the one with fucking emotion! Not you, you can't feel anything! Not even what I'm doing right now! I hate you, this isn't fair!" Ginny didn't seem to realize how loud she was being as she screamed at him, angry tears smearing all of her makeup across her face and down her neck. She jumped off him and fixed her dress, she screamed at him, "You be alone Harry, be alone forever at least you won't feel it! I cannot do this anymore, there's no fucking point."

The door burst open and Ron and Hermione burst into the room, the rest of the Weasley clan standing out in the hallway. Harry looked up at Ron, the redhead's eyes were taking him in, confused and then outraged as he turned to regard his sister as he moved towards Harry.

She scowled at Hermione who'd taken a death grip on her arm and was pulling her away, "I don't want him anymore! He's not Harry Potter, he's an empty fucking shell, Harry Potter's dead!" A hand reached out and slapped her across her cheeks, and Ginny stumbled backwards.

Mrs. Weasley stood in front of her daughter, her eyes blazing wetly, "How dare you say such a thing? That man is the only reason you're standing here alive today Ginerva, you owe him you're bloody gratitude, not your insults over what he cannot control!" She turned her blazing eyes on everyone, "Everyone go back downstairs, Ron will help sort Harry out." When she turned to gaze at her son, he nodded once and she left, shutting the door behind her.

Harry watched Ron turn to him and looked away, mumbling a polite, "I'm sorry."

He didn't see Ron's astonished look at his omission but heard the soft tone in his voice as the man stepped right up next to him, "Harry…It's not your fault mate. My sister's off her bloody rocker, bringing you up here and trying to shag you."

"It…Didn't work…" Harry down at his still exposed, limp cock and said "She couldn't make me hard. N-no one can."

The redhead took in a short inhale, "How long have you known about it?"

"From the beginning, the Medi-healer told me to try masturbation to…exercise." Harry didn't think that his words could be making his best friend blush a furious red color and look away, so he continued on, "To try and get a reaction…Get Hard…but it doesn't not work."

His eyes sad, Ron swallowed hard and looked down at the ground, "Harry…I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

Staring down at his body Harry nodded before reaching out to completely pull open his pants. Glancing up he watched Ron's blush get even redder as the man tried to avoid looking at him. As he stared at his best friend, he hissed at the pain his cock was in from Ginny's mistreatment. Blue eyes were on him at once, Ron asking, "Are you okay?"

"She was…Pulling hard…Hurts." Harry nodded, watching the man next to him wince.

"Bloody hell." Ron stood and held his hand out.

Harry placed his palm into Ron's hand and let himself get pulled up. He waited until he was standing to gently put himself back inside his pants and zipping up. His lips twitching, the redhead nodded at the door, "Are you still hungry?"

"No."

"Tired?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and felt fatigue take over him.

"Then let's get you up to your room and into bed." Ron smiled his eager smile and led Harry out of the room and up four landings. He made sure Harry had everything he needed in his bedroom before turning to leave.

Jumping off the bed, Harry stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, "Ron." The redhead turned to look back at him, his eyes warm as he gazed at his best friend. Harry blinked a couple of times, "Its…Dark up here and cold."

Ron blinked a couple of times, before looking down, "Do you want more blankets, maybe a light?"

"No." Harry shook his head and looked over at the bed, "Stay."

"With you, for awhile?"

"Yes…" Harry stepped over to the bed and laid on it, in all of his clothes.

There was a long moment and then Ron sat on the other side of the bed before lying down slowly. Harry listened to him murmur the charm to shut off all the lights but one and sighed, allowing his body to relax into the bed. He felt the redhead twisting on the bed anxiously and reached behind him to still the man. Ron stopped moving under his touch and let out a low breath. Staring at the only lamp left lit in the room, Harry slid his hand down his best friends arm before grasping his wrist. He could feel the violent thumping of the man's pulse under his fingers and slowly pulled his arm over his waist.

He let out a relaxed sigh and tightened his grip on Ron, keeping him still, keeping him in contact. The man allowed it, his hearts blood still pounding roughly under Harry's hand. Together they fell asleep. But as he fell into the brink of exhausted sleep, his lips moved and he let out an almost silent word, "Stay."

Ron's reply was almost as silent, and just as tired, "I will."

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