CHAPTER 3
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Xkidrogue: Our diabolically brilliant minds don't own 'Harry Potter'. Translated from Elvish to accomidate your mere mortal minds.
Anyone POV
Harry sat quietly in the potions class, actually paying attention, and avoiding eye contact with Ron. The red head sat beside him, working on his own rejuvenation potion and wondered what was going on with his boyfriend.
That night in the common room the couple was in the dormitories, making out feverishly on Harry's bed. Ron nibbled Harry's ear affectionately, earning a moan from the raven haired boy. His hands started to travel over his body and Harry tensed, remembering the feeling of Draco's hands on him. Ron noticed this and looked at Harry questioningly before getting up and laying down in his own bed. Harry was hurt and confused.
He laid down on his own bed, leaving all of his clothes on, and fell into an unsettling sleep.
---dream sequence---
He was running from something. Suddenly, Ron was in front of him, scowling deeply. He stopped and looked at Ron with pleeding eyes. Ron was unfazed.
"You won't even let me touch you. I hate you." He spat.
Harry felt his heart break in two. Ron couldn't hate him, could he? . . Ron's body went rigid, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground. Behind him stood Draco Malfoy. A smirk was plastered on his face. He stepped up to Harry, stepping on Ron's still body, and pointed his wand at him. Harry wanted to run or scream, but his body was stuck. A green light shot from Draco's wand and Harry fell to the ground, feeling the numbness of death take over him.
'What's the point of living anyway?' he thought. 'Ron hates me. There's nothing else to live for.'
---end drem sequence---
Harry woke up, quietly sobbing. He got up quietly and sat on Ron's bed, stroking his red hair. Blue eyes opened to meet those emerald green ones and he felt Harry's face. He took hold of his shoulder and pulled him down to lay with him. Ron put an arm around Harry and he tensed again but soon relaxed in his embrace.
'I'll find out soon what's wrong. Then you can feel safe again.' Ron thought while stroking Harry's hair.
Three weeks after was Christmastime. Everyone in Gryffindor tower was going home. Hermione was going skiing with her parents while Harry and Ron were going back to the burrow with Ginny. They got out of the train at station 9 3/4. There stood Molly Weasley, smiling brightly, as usual.
"Hello, Harry." She said, gathering him in a hug. "It's so good to have you staying with us."
He pulled out of the hug quickly, still affected by being touched. She didn't seem to notice as she quickly gathered Ginny into a hug.
"Mom." She whined.
She let go of Ginny and hugged Ron, who was the only one of the three to hug back. They headed quickly to the burrow where the twins were in their bedroom, working on a new experiment. There was a loud explosion from upstairs.
"Sorry, mum. Promise we'll fix that later." Fred said, coming downstairs.
George quickly followed and they stood side by side then Fred went over to Ron, messing up his hair and slinging an arm across his shoulders.
"How have you been doing little brother? Good, I hope."
"Our puking pastilles have been a hit for students at Hogwarts. We were just hoping they didn't give any to you." Fred continued.
"Mum would blow a gasket if you skipped."
"So make sure you don't get caught."
They were talking quickly so Ron was struggling to keep up. Harry took him by the arm and brought him up to his room, leaving the twins smirking and a confused Ginny behind them. They laid down on the bed in each other's arms. Had anyone gone upstairs they would have seen the sleeping forms of Harry and Ron entwined within one another: Ron's arm over Harry protectively and Harry's head laying on his chest.
Three days grace . . . um, later.
Harry woke opened his eyes and saw Ron watching him. He smiled at him and kissed him softly.
"Merry Christmas, Harry."
"Merry Christmas, Ron."
Ron kissed him softly but urgently and Harry responded passionately. They continued making out, their members rubbing together as Harry was laid down on the bed. Ron started unbuttoning Harry's pajama shirt. He licked at his hardened nipples and Harry moaned. Ron started pulling off his pants and Harry became aware of the current position.
He tensed and started shaking. Ron climbed off of him, thoroughly worried, and tried to calm him down. Harry started breathing heavier and curled into the fetal position as he had two months ago. Ron knelt down on the bed by Harry and stroked his hair, looking into his eyes.
"Harry, what's wrong? You've been acting strange since Halloween . . . did something happen?"
Harry shook his head, but looking at him Ron could tell he was lying.
"What happened, Harry?"
"I can't tell you. You can't help me. He'll just get you too."
"Who will get me?" Ron went on in that same patient tone.
Harry sighed as he started to calm down and sat up, inviting Ron to sit next to him. He did then put an arm around Harry's waist. Harry leaned into him comfortably and Ron stroked his hair softly.
"What happened, Harry?" He said again, just as patiently as before.
Tears streamed down his cheeks when he remembered that night. He had been healing physically . . . but mentally . . . Ron pulled him closer and the raven-haired boy cried into his shoulder. He mumbled something incoherently.
"What was that, love?"
"You'll hate me if I tell you then he'll find out and kill us both." He sobbed brokenly.
Ron was shocked by this statement. Could Harry still think he would hate him? He tilted Harry face up to his and looked into his eyes. "I could never hate you. I love you always and forever. Do you understand?"
Harry calmed down a bit and nodded silently. Ron kissed him on the cheek and Harry sighed contentedly.
"Now, will you tell me what's wrong?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't be the one who'll get hurt. It'll be the prat who hurt you. What happened?"
"D-Drac-co." Harry bawled, giving in. He didn't want Ron to get hurt but he needed someone to know.
"What did that git do now?" He tried to sound patient but Harry could hear the anger seeping through.
"You're not going to like it."
"I already don't like him. What did he do?"
Harry drew a shuddering breath. "He . . . he r-raped me."
"What?!" Ron wasn't expecting anything close to this.
"He raped me, d-during the masquerade. After you went to the bathroom, he came with a mask of you. I followed him because I thought he was you. I-I didn't know. I--"
"Shhh. It's alright, love. You didn't know . . ." He was hiding his anger. Right then wouldn't have been a good time for an outburst.
Harry went on, explaining everything that happened, including the threats. When he was done he was a sobbing mess and fell asleep quickly. Ron laid him down on the bed and stormed out of the room, fuming. He passed by the twins, who looked at each other, mirrored looks of worry on their faces.
Ron stormed off into the garden and sat under the tree, ignoring the lawn gnomes that trotted past. He looked gloomily down at the grass. When he looked back up Fred and George were sitting in front of him, serious looks on their faces, which is rare.
"Relationship troubles?" Fred asked.
"Something like that."
"Why? What's going on with you and Harry?" George asked.
Ron looked up at them in shock. How had they known. Not even Hermione knew of their relationship . . .
"We're your brothers Ron. We can tell." Fred answered the unasked question.
"The way you glow when he's around."
"Or how you two always disappear somewhere together."
George shrugged. "It's obvious . . . to us at least."
"What's going on? You look so glum, and on christmas!"
Ron looked at them sorrowfully then back at the frost covered grass. "Harry wouldn't want me to tell you."
"Well, is it serious?" George asked, suddenly nervous.
Ron nodded. The twins exchanged a glance then looked back at the sad figure before them. "Then you have to tell us."
"Don't make us break out the Veritaserum." Fred said half seriously and half jokingly.
Ron looked up at his brothers with pleading and angry eyes. "I'm going to kill Malfoy, bring him back to life an kill him again." He said harshly.
"I think killing is pretty final." Fred said cautiously.
"The git deserves it for what he did to Harry." At this point he had gotten up and started pacing angrily. "That no good piece of slime. Ferret faced . . ." He went on cursing Malfoy in every way possible.
George stopped him and seized his shoulders, shaking him slightly. "Ron." He said, grabbing his attention. "What happened?"
"Malfoy happened. The git r-raped Harry." Ron could hardly imagine his lover in that sort of pain. His eyes were now downcast, missing the significant look the twins sent each other.
"Right now, you have to be with Harry." Fred said with finality.
Ron stared at them with a defeated look. "How am I supposed to help him? H-he flinches when I touch him and I have no idea what to say to him." He trailed off, close to tears.
George placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll take care of Malfoy."
Ron shook his head vigorously. "Don't! He threatened to kill me and Harry if he told anyone."
Fred laughed roughly. "That coward wouldn't even think about crossing you. The prat's all talk."
Ron smiled tightly and headed inside to comfort his lover. No one truly knew just how serious Draco's threats were . . .
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