Ron stared down at his food but he wasn't really seeing it,

"Ron? Ron?.................Ron? God Damn it! RONALD WESLEY!" He jumped, and looked around

"What?" He asked a very pissed off looking Ginny. Ginny frowned at him. How long had this been going on? Three weeks? Three weeks of Ron wandering around the castle in a daze. He barley spoke and when he did, it was in a flat monotone voice and barely audible. He was thinner, and had dark circles under his eyes. What the fuck was going on? She raised her eyebrows at him. He just stared back. He felt tired, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to just put his head down on the table and never get up again. When was the last time he had slept?

Ginny placed her hand on her favorite brother's shoulder Ron followed her hands movements. He could see the hand on his shoulder; he knew it was there, he just couldn't feel it. He didn't feel much of anything anymore.

"You haven't touched your food Ron. I'm worried, if you keep this up I'll have to write mum." She looked genuinely concerned but Ron couldn't find the right corresponding emotion to her threat so he just said,

"I'm fine Gin, just not hungry is all." He moved his food around on his plate. Ginny shifted next to him,

"Oh there's Harry! Oh no, that git Malfoy's right behind him, he really rubs me the wrong way." Ron pressed his palm to his chest as he felt the pang that occurred every time Draco was near, he didn't even have to see him, he just knew he was there. It was the only thing related to Malfoy he couldn't ignore. "Ron geez I'm talking to you!" Ron looked over at Ginny again, her lips were moving. Ron Frowned

"I'm sorry did you say something?"

But Ginny wasn't paying him any more attention

"Hi Harry," she greeted her boyfriend with a huge smile. Harry leaned over her the way he knew would cause his hair to fall in his eyes and make him look even more handsome then he already was.

"Hey" Harry said against Ginny's lips before he sat down next to her.

"Hey Ron"

"Huh?"

"Wide awake as usual, what's wrong? Didn't sleep well?" Harry gave him and innocent smile, but the glint in his eyes was anything but.

"Hey" Ginny said, scooting closer to Harry and rubbing her hand up and down his thigh. "I was thinking we could meet up later tonight, you know, have a little alone time." Her mouth was up against Harry's ear. Ron snorted, Ginny was anything but sexy.

"Awe, sorry Gin I can't tonight. Another night love." He said giving her the smile he reserved specifically for getting people to do what he wanted. Ginny pouted,

"But we haven't in almost two weeks! Don't you want to?" Harry's smile was replaced with a look of annoyance, Ginny panicked a little "But if you're busy, you're busy, no problem." Harry was all smiles again. "Okay, well I've got some work to do. Ron eat something. I'll see you guys later."

Hermione entered only a few minutes after Ginny left and took her seat. She looked at Harry, who was sitting side ways in his seat watching Ron with an amused smile on his face.

"What happened last night?" She hissed, "I waited till four!" Harry frowned and whispered

"Sorry, babe, something came up, I couldn't get away." Hermione frowned "You could have at least sent me an owl or something." Harry glared at her

"I couldn't get away, stop being such a bitch about it." Hermione glared

"I hate you!" she hissed storming out of the hall. Harry chuckled and moved over so he was next to Ron,

"Can you believe that? You'd think they thought I owed them something. God! They're such a pain in the ass!" He laughed and leaned into whisper in Ron's ear, "Oh but Draco. Now there's an ass I'll never get tired of. He's so quiet in bed, silent, just how I like it. Look, he can hardly sit down." He titled his head in the direction of the slithering table. Ron looked at Harry absently,

"What did you say?" He asked. Harry grinned and patted him on the back harder then necessary.

"I'll catch yaw latter Ronnie." Ron stared at his food; Draco was quiet in bed when he was with Harry. How did Ron know that? Draco had been in Harry's bed every night since that night in the astronomy tower. Harry put up a silencing charm so that Ron was the only person in the dorm who could here them fucking. Harry wasn't silent however. He was the complete opposite. Crying out how great Draco was, how tight he was, how much he liked shoving his cock up Draco's ass. He was vile and so loud Ron couldn't sleep. He just lay there, forced to listen, all night.

Draco watched as Harry patted Ron on the back, watched him get up and leave the great hall. This was his chance.

Three weeks ago the night of their anniversary Draco had been waiting excitedly in the astronomy tower. Ron had sent him an owl telling him to wait there because he had a surprise for him. He knew it was present, a gift that would be too expensive and something he didn't deserve. He'd sat on the blanket he had brought and stared at the stars willing himself to sit still and be patient.

When the door opened he nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement but that all disappeared when he turned around. Instead of his beautiful red head, Harry Potter had stood in the doorway a wide evil grin on his face.

"Should have been more careful Malfoy, you and him I mean." He spoke him as though the mere thought of Rom disgusted him. "I'm actually quite impressed you managed to hide it from me for so long, but like all things that belong to Ron you too will become mine." He laughed as Draco reached for his wand "Tsk tsk tsk, come now Draco lets not get nasty. We're almost adults and should handle our business like adults." He strode towards Draco and backed him up against the wall. "Besides you don't know the things I know, the things I could tell Ron. Things that would repulse him, he'd never look at you again." Draco was panicking he didn't know what to do. He couldn't just pull his wand on the harry potter no one would believe the son of a death eater was the victim in this situation. Not after Potter had saved the wizarding world and destroyed you know who once and for all. The War had destroyed Harry, twisted and deteriorated the boy he had once been into a mere shadow of what he once was. He now cared for no one and nothing. Nothing brought him happiness.
"Now you're going to do as I say Draco or I'll tell Ron what I know." Over the time he had spent with Ron Malfoy's mask had started to fad away but he grabbed hold of it once more and plastered on a perfect sneer,

"And what's that potter?" He drawled Harry's grin grew wider.

"That Ron's little boyfriend, Ron's love of his life was the death eaters fuck toy. That when they found you, you were so thoroughly fucked that your ass had to be surgically repaired, that you were covered in death eater cum. How many death eaters did you fuck Draco? How many did this little mouth of yours suck? Bet you liked it, bet you moaned out in pleasure as one after the other fucked you." Draco stared at him, horrified as the memories of being repeatedly raped till he couldn't feel anything below his hips, of choking while cock after cock was shoved in his face flooded in.

" I'll tell him how dirty you are, how filthy you really are, you think he'll still love you after that? Think he'll still want you?" Draco was no longer listening. He didn't need too. Ron would probably still love him, he wouldn't want to touch him, but he knew Ron would still love him. That was the kind of person Ron was. He wasn't afraid of loosing Ron's love he just never wanted Ron to know.

They never discussed the war, at least Draco didn't. He listened to Ron talk about it. Could see in every scar, in every time Ron stared off into space, in every movement Ron made how much it had affected him. Ron never pushed Draco to talk about it. He had always been understanding and seemed to know that Draco's experience was something he could never had imagined but he never pressed to know.

What had happened to him was so humiliating the thought still made him vomit. He took a special sleeping draft to keep the nightmares at bay and the touch of any man other then Ron's made his skin crawl.

Ron was everything he wanted everything he needed. Knowing would destroy him, beak his heart. Ron would be able to leave him, to walk away if he thought it would make Draco happy. But the knowledge that Draco was tortured while he fought for the other side would kill him.

Ron could never know.