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Harry stormed up the stairs, simmering in rage as his temper flared, trying to ignore the feeling in the back of his throat, his anger keeping his hurt at bay for how long he didn't know. He hammered open the door to the dormitory, heedless of his three sleeping roommates and he crossed to his own bed, wrenching shut the curtains around his bed, that horrible feeling in the back of his throat. He wasn't about to cry, he wasn't about to cry...
The three of them had been sitting in the common room, Harry and Ron trying determinedly to finish their Astronomy essays (Harry's had been fine except for thinking one of Saturns moons was populated by mice) when Hermes, Percy Weasleys screech owl had come to the window with a letter for Ron. The letter had been Percy congratulating Ron on being made a prefect. If it was only that, Harry wouldn't have bothered, even though he, like the rest of the Weasley children and Hermione, thought Percy was the worlds biggest prat for walking out on his family and cosying up to the moronic Ministry. He also could have accepted Percy believing, as his head was up his arse, that Umbridge was a delightful woman (the fact that she was a bureaucratically empowered tyrant who believed her precious Fudge's line that Voldemort wasn't back and could possibly rival the Dark Lord himself as one of the most evil beings on the planet). But then they had gotten to Percy's warning
Percy, a stickler for rules and lover of authority, had congratulated Ron on being made a prefect, and had had a sly dig at Fred and George in the process. His love of power and authority had led him to walk out on his family. And now, believing that the Ministry was correct and that Dumbledore was trying to destabilise the Ministry, and that he, Harry, was an attention seeking tragic hero, Percy, under the guise of looking out for Rons future prospects and believing that Ron should follow his example, was now encouraging Ron to, what was it, 'sever ties' with Harry, who he claimed was unbalanced, unstable and most likely violent.
Harry had tried to hide how much it hurt. Being who he was, rumours and whispers followed him wherever he went. Since he had come back, students had been mocking him and talking behind his back, about him and about Voldemort being back. He'd already had arguments with several others, including Seamus, and he was severely sick of people calling him an attention seeking liar
But Percy, he was different. He had stayed at the Burrow with Percy, he had hung out with him, he'd saved his sister from the Basilisk, he'd had Percy encourage him for his course choice and support him during Quidditch, they'd been together at the World Cup, and now, now Percy, Rons older brother was encouraging his brother to dump Harry as a friend for his own greater glory.
And now Percy like the rest of the wizarding world, had turned on him and was trying to make his best friend do the exact same thing.
The anger had subsided somewhat now, and all that was left was a crushing hopelessness. And then, unbidden, he remembered that time last year when Ron had stopped talking to him, and he was suddenly filled with despair. What if Ron listened to Percy? What if he too turned on him? What if he realised that being around Harry would destroy him like it had his parents and Cedric?
Harry sniffed and waved his wand at the curtains, sealing himself off from the others and he wrapped his arms around his legs, and in the absence of anger, he felt tears flood his green eyes and as another wave of depression slammed against him, he succumbed and let the tears flow

XX

"I don't believe him!" Ron stormed, hammering his fist on the window which broke, and he looked at it sheepishly while he heard Hermione sigh reproachfully behind him
"Ron...Reparo." She said flicking her wand and the window repaired itself and she got up, taking Rons hand and giving it the once over to check he wasn't bleeding.
"Did you see his face?" Ron asked softly and she looked up at him, the cloud of worry that had overtaken his face, and she nodded sadly
"Yes. I don't know how he can stand it." She whispered, rubbing Rons inflamed knuckles soothingly as she did so and he chewed his lip looking thoughtful.
"That's the thing I don't reckon he can. He's...im worried about him Hermione." Ron mumbled and she let go of his hand, looking at where Harry had headed up to bed
"Go." She commanded simply, a small smile on her face
"What?" He asked her, looking confused, and she kissed his cheek proudly
"Go to him. He needs you. Go." She encouraged and he looked at her nervously.
"Are you sure? Don't you think he wants to be alone?" He asked worriedly, and her face clouded for a second
"I think he thinks that. Mainly because of those blasted relatives of his. But he doesn't and right now, it's you who he needs. Go." She encouraged and he gave her an odd look but went anyway
Hermione looked at his retreating back with a small sad smile. Yes, she reckoned Harry did need Ron right now. He might be an insensitive wart with the emotional range of a teaspoon and an over fondness for food, but he knew his best friend needed him
No, he knew his little brother needed him
And she couldn't be prouder of him
With a last fond look at where Ron has vanished, she headed for bed herself, praying Ron could do what needed to be done to convince Harry that no matter what it looked like, he wasn't alone

XX

"Harry?" Ron asked softly as he entered the dormitory, and he felt his heart pang as he heard a sniff that was most definitely his best friend crying and trying not to show it
Cursing his older brother under his breath he stole across the room and gently opened the curtains around Harry's bed, wincing as he saw Harry, his arms wrapped around his legs, sniffing as tears fell from his eyes
"Harry." Ron whispered climbing onto Harry's bed and closing the curtains and hesitantly reached a hand out (with the mood Harry was in these days there was quite a high chance he could lose his hand)
"I'm fine forget it." Harry muttered, trying to pull away but Ron shook his head stubbornly
"You're not fine Harry. You're sitting up here crying, and I know it's my idiot brothers fault. Come on talk to me." He wheedled and counted it as a victory that Harry lifted his head up, and Ron felt a fresh surge of hatred for Percy as he saw the tears and hurt glimmering in Harry's eyes
"So you reckon you're going to do it? Sever ties with me I mean?" Harry asked, determinedly not looking at Ron, trying to hide the fact that he was scared, terrified even, that Ron would say that he too was doing that and abandoning Harry
Ron let out a sad sigh, and he moved up the bed. And before his nerve failed him, and before Harry's volatile temper kicked back in, he reached an arm around Harry's shoulders and brought him into a hug, allowing himself a small smug smirk when Harry didn't pull away and seemed to be melting into it despite himself
"Harry, you listen to me. You're my best friend in the world you idiot. And what's more, you're worth a hundred of that stuck up, pompous, self righteous, Ministry loving, power hungry moron! I'd rather go into whatever fresh hell you get us into every year with you than sit in the Ministry with him." Ron whispered fiercely and Harry sniffed, wriggling a little in Ron's grip, but Ron simply held his friend tighter, not letting him free, because he knew that at the end of the day, Harry had had enough of feeling alone
"So..," Harry mumbled, and Ron grinned, shaking his head
"No way. Not a chance in hell." He vowed and Harry gave him a small, watery smile
"Thanks Ron." He whispered quietly and Ron gave his friends shoulder a squeeze
"And besides," Ron said with a smile, nudging Harry with his shoulder, "if I was going to walk out on you don't you think I'd have done it before now? I mean look at first year, you're a bad influence you are. Three headed dogs, massive chess pieces, You-Know-Who sticking out the back of people's heads, I mean you're trouble walking. And I'm still here." Ron told him and Harry emitted a small snort of laughter and even better stopped trying to get away from Ron
"Thanks Ron." Harry said softly, and Ron hugged him tightly, leaning his head against Harry's
"You're welcome. And to hell with Percy. You're more my brother than he is." He growled and Harry looked at him, strangely touched
"Ron..." He whispered, but Ron shook his head
"I mean it Harry." He insisted loyally and a warm, glowing feeling spread through Harry's chest
Occupied with this as he was, he didn't even notice at first as Ron gently used his thumbs to stroke away the evidence of Harry's tears, but a second later it occurred to him that Ron was sitting on his bed with him, hugging him, wiping away his tears, and making him feel more cared about and loved than anyone had in a while, and it felt damn good
"You ok?" Ron asked softly, and Harry nodded a little, and hesitantly laid his head on his friends shoulder again, and allowed himself a small, triumphant smile when Ron began to gently run his fingers through Harry's hair
"Thanks." Harry whispered, and Ron smiled, feeling quite pleased with himself
"Anytime buddy." He said and the two of them sat there in companionable silence, Harry melting into Ron's embrace, his head snuggled on his friends shoulder, Ron soothingly stroking Harry's hair and realising that Harry was starting to fall asleep in his arms
Ron briefly considered getting up and going to his own bed, but Harry hardly slept well at the best of times, and he was quite warm and content in his best friends arms, so didn't see any point in ruining that. Ron laid down on Harry's bed, careful not to disturb Harry too much, and to his relief, and slight delight, Harry merely made a small noise in his throat and he cuddled into Ron more, his head lying against Ron's chest as he slept soundly
Grinning a little, and feeling quite proud of himself, Ron slowly removed Harry's glasses, and brushed his lips against the top of Harry's head before getting himself a little comfier, and drifted off to sleep himself, Harry still snuggled up securely in his arms having been shown he wasn't alone

As Harry Potter fever has made a welcome return and due to the long flight home from America, and reading other Harry and Ron fanfics brings you this story which could lead to more but I'm not sure yet

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