A Liar, Or a Secret keeper?

I never understood what Harry meant when he said it. "I don't want to know, either," he said. Because he already knew. He'd already lost so many loved ones and so many important people in his life. I would never be able to be as strong as him in that situation.

There were no more words said the rest of that morning. We spent three hours in my room. It was my first time having sex with a man. It was his first time too. And for whatever reason, it was that much more special. But –as I've said- no true love story is happy. And so the story goes on…

There are certain secrets people have and hold that no one else knows about. Mine is big. Mine is the reason I did what I did that day. I'm not ready to explain to you why I did what I did. That time will come later in the story of our lives together. He didn't understand why I did it. But I hope you will…someday.

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3rd Person POV

"Hey," Harry looked up at Ron with a silly grin on his face. He was laying half on top of the red head with his head rested on Ron's bare chest. He was listening to Ron's heart beat while softly tracing circles over his stomach. Ron leaned down and kissed Harry's forehead. "Hey." Harry scooted up on the bed and leaned down over Ron's face to kiss him softly. Ron felt a type of love and affection from Harry that he never expected from anyone. And suddenly, he knew what it was that he needed to do. He got up quickly and put his boxers on, reaching for a shirt and sliding it on as he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry lay in the bed, stunned at Ron's sudden action, and stared at the empty doorway. "What the fuck?" he muttered quietly to himself before getting out of bed , putting on a pair of Ron's boxers –since his were lost- and shot out the door toward the kitchen.

"Lunch, already?" he asked Ron as he entered the kitchen slowly. Ron was standing with his back against a counter, drinking a glass of water silently. He didn't look up at Harry's presence, or even answer the question. Harry crept closer to Ron and stood in front of him. He reached forward to put his hands on the taller boy's hips. "Hmm?" Ron pulled away and walked into the front room.

"What the fuck is your problem, Ronald Weasley?" Harry yelled, slamming through the door and stomping into the front room. Ron was pacing in front of the fire. "Look- if you don't want to shag me that's fine, don't bloody shag me! But you don't have to be such a fucking coward and not say it to my face!" Harry shouted.

Ron flinched. "You're right, Harry, I am a coward! But not because I don't want to shag you! It's because I DO!"

"Really? Because it looks to me like you want nothing to do with me; which is a little odd considering you told me just three hours ago that you love me!"

"I wasn't lying, Harry Potter, and don't for two seconds pretend I am! You know what I said was true!"

"I thought I'd gotten the point across that our feelings are the same," Harry said more calmly, his voice breaking. He heard a familiar screaming coming from the other room and ignored it.

"You don't Harry. You don't love me like that," Ron stated evenly.

"Don't you dare tell me how I do and do not feel you prick!" he was yelling again.

"Hello, boys. You might want to keep it down; I just shut Mrs. Black up. Oh, Merlin, not even dressed, yet? Why is breakfast still on the table and not even touched? And why all the yelling?" Hermione shot out questions as she wandered through the house. Harry and Ron stood staring at Hermione and breathing heavily from anger and yelling. Harry spoke first. "Ron's just still being a prick about last night's job,"

"Oh, my, what did happen last night? Professor Lupin came back to the Burrow last night speaking about wanting to give both of you space. He was speaking nonsense. Something about a tree and a curse. Is that what you two have been doing all morning? Have you been fighting?"

Ron growled. That was the only way to describe the sound. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned so that he didn't have to look at the other two in the room. "No, we haven't been fighting. Harry, the bloody prick, jumped in front of the killing curse for me last night. And then –when it hit the tree beside him- it almost fell on him. Please tell me you wouldn't be angry,"

Hermione gasped. "Harry! Oh, Merlin, you wouldn't! Why did you do such a thing? You could have been killed!"

"Well I wasn't, Hermione! But he would have been!" Harry shouted at her.

"Harry, when we said that we would help you in this war, we made a promise. We knew what we were getting into. If Ron or I died, it would be sad and hard for our family and friends, but Harry, if it was you…if it were you, the whole world would have no chance!" Hermione explained.

"I KNEW IT! This isn't about what you said at all, is it, Ron? This IS about me having to save the world! You LIED TO ME, Ron Weasley. YOU FUCKING LIED!" Harry screamed.

Ron shook his head and reached his arms out to Harry. "No, Harry, you know I didn't lie. I told you! I promised!"

Harry walked away, grabbing and pulling at his hair as he paced, a fair distance from his two friends. "Get out of my house." It was a demand. It was just as threatening as Ron's growl earlier.

"What the hell has been going on around here?" Hermione asked, quite confused.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" Harry roared.

Ron jumped.

"Come on, Ronald, we need to give Harry his space," Hermione instructed of the red-head. She grabbed Ron's hand and led him out the door.

Harry waited until the door was closed before he went to shut Mrs. Black up again. And then he went into his room and cried.

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"Ron, what's going on?" Hermione asked him as they walked into Hermione's room at the Burrow. When Ron and Harry had moved into Grimmauld Place, they'd all three decided that Hermione should stay at the Burrow for safe keeping. This way, they could be spread out, but together at the same time. Hermione had been at Luna Lovegood's baby shower and hadn't been able to get to the job last night; hence the reason they'd sent Lupin.

"Nothing. Where can I crash? The sofa in the front room?" Ron grumbled. It was then that he realized he'd forgotten his wand in his room at Number 12. He couldn't get by without it. Surely Harry would understand if Ron just dropped in for one second to get his wand. He began out the door to go to the fireplace downstairs.

"Not so fast. Ron, you need to give him space. And in the mean time, could you please fill me in on what's been going on?" Hermione asked calmly. Ron seriously considered telling Hermione everything. It was only right to confide in the best friend of not only you, but also the man you are sleeping with. Was that what they were? Sleeping together? He shook his head. He couldn't tell Hermione. She wouldn't understand. No one ever would. Being gay wasn't something you told anyone. Even if it was your best friend.

"I wasn't going to go bug him, I forgot my wand. I'll be back in a second." And he was gone, down the stairs and through the fire.

When he got to Grimmauld Place, he looked around slowly. With no Harry in sight, he began to think that he might be able to go in, get his wand, and Harry would never have known he had been there. He climbed the stairs carefully and walked down the hall to his room. The door was closed. And he heard sobbing. Harry's room was one more floor up. He pressed his ear to his bedroom door. Harry. Crying. In Ron's room. Ron pushed back the tears starting in his own eyes and took a deep breath. He'd really hurt the brunette. Maybe it was better this way. This could be his way out. He could pretend that Harry was right; he had lied about loving him. Harry would never know the truth. Then again- he could never let Harry think he didn't love him with all of his heart. He could never pretend that he'd lied. He could never act like Harry had been right. So he took a deep breath, and opened the door.

It was a terrible sight. So terrible that there was beauty within it. It tugged at Ron's heart. There, in Ron's bed, tangled in the sheets- was Harry Potter; sobbing like it was the end of the world and punching the bed every few seconds. Ron was torn. He wanted to run to the man he secretly loved, but he felt as if said man would crumble with just one touch. And that's what it took for Ron to realize: Harry had already crumbled. He ran to the raven-haired boy and fought off his punches. When Harry finally gave in, Ron grabbed him into his arms and held the smaller man's body.

"You lied," Harry choked through his tears and into Ron's chest.

Ron kissed Harry's hair. "I didn't. You know I didn't. I meant – Every. Word. Do you understand me? Every single word, Harry. I promise you,"

Harry hesitated for a moment but then nodded into Ron's chest. They sat like that for a while. Ron held Harry until they both fell asleep. This isn't what Ron had planned. He needed Harry to hate him. He needed Harry to stay away from him. He knew how much Harry loved him. It didn't scare Ron to know that Harry loved him. What scared him was what Harry would have to go through if he ever found out Ron's secret. Because Ron had a big secret. One that would most definitely get out. They always did. It was inevitable.