Hello again! I'm back, and a day early, too! Let's all shout yey for dysfunctional families! Anyways, I was thinking to add a new element to this story! Don't worry, you will see what it is, obviously!

A.N - Don't think that it's a waste of time to post ideas on what you think should happen in the story. I won't ignore them; I will probably include them at some point in the story. All ideas are welcome and if they are used I'll put a note of thanks on that chapter! Thanks and enjoy the update!

Summary - Ron's got a terrible secret. He's not eating, he's pale and he hates being touched. His friends try to find out what's wrong with him, but when Harry does, will he regret ever asking. Contains abuse scenes. You have been warned!

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Chapter 3 – The Perfect Day? Part 1

Harry awoke in a cold sweat. He immediately propped himself up by his elbows and stared around the room, wide-eyed and panting. His eyes flicked down to the tent that was below his waist. The he realised, he wasn't in his 'bed' in Privet Drive. He was in Ron's room, with Ron!

Oh my God! Harry thought. His head snapped to the other bed in the corner of the room. He breathed a sigh of relief to see it empty. He collapsed back on the bed and closed his eyes. His mind flitted back to his vivid dream. He could see the head of ginger hair underneath him. The heat of their bodies. The touch of their lips. He had it for a certain ginger-haired friend of his, and it wasn't Ginny.

"Stop it, you prat!" He hissed at himself. He rested his head in his hands. "You're not like that!" He flung his legs over the side of the bed, "You've just been having some weird dreams, that's all! They don't mean anything!" He continued, he voice becoming higher and more desperate with each syllable. Cold shower! Now! He thought. He walked out onto the landing. "Just stop thinking these stupid…" He opened the bathroom door. After that, it all happened so fast. There was a clattering of metal as a topless Ron turned towards the wall, mortified!

"Get out!" He shouted. Harry recoiled in shock, as he stared at the back of Ron's head. His dream flashed through his head momentarily, but it was gone as fast as it came.

"Ron, you're not even naked, i…"

"Out, please!" He wailed again. Harry backed out the door and closed it. Seconds later, he heard it lock, and an assortment of muffled swear words from behind the thin wooden door.

"Breakfast, boys!" He heard Mrs Weasley shout from the kitchen.

Harry was sat at the table, absent-mindedly drinking a glass of orange juice that Mrs Weasley had squeezed, stopping occasionally to smile at her when she looked at him.

What did I do? He thought as he raised his glass to his mouth. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. Clicked? More like shattered! He choked on his juice. Christ, he knows! He must've heard me talking in my sleep, or something!

"Are you quite alright, dear?" Mrs Weasley asked. "You're a bit shaky, are you cold? There must be a bug going around. Ron's been the same, lately." She continued as she turned back to her cleaning.

"I-I'm fine!" He stammered. Ron hated him! He knew it! How would he face him now?

"As long as you're sure, dear." She finished as she set her things down and shuffled out the room, leaving him alone, the taste of orange juice and fear in his mouth.

"Crap!" He cursed as he banged his head down on the table. He was so engrossed in his situation; he didn't hear the door open and Ron sit opposite him. There was a silence in which Harry just took in the interesting sight of the grain wood table.

"Hey." Ron said, his voice lower than a whimper. Harry's eyes shot open. Maybe he was hearing things? "Harry?" It whimpered again. He looked up and saw Ron, sitting across from him, a cautious look on his pale face.

"Hi, Ron." Harry said, a sheepish smile slapped on his face. Ron wasn't looking at him. Harry felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He had to say something, he had to explain. "Listen, Ron i…"

"The shower's free." Ron interrupted, looking at an apparently captivating stain on the table. Harry felt like he was being asked to leave.

"Ron…"

"You had better hurry up, Ginny wants one, too." He said again. Harry's heart sank…He knew! He definitely knew! He had to get away. He walked over to the door. "Harry." He looked around, expecting Ron to tell him that they couldn't be friends.

"Y-yeah?" He heard Ron shuffle about on his chair.

"Take as long as you want…Ginny can wait." With that Harry left the room.

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That's it for another chapter! Hope you liked it. I thought, why make this a boring, one-sided story that has all the angst on Ron's shoulders. So I decided to add this. See? Harry has problems, too! Anyways, time for a preview! Next time, the day's events will be told from Ron's point of view.

Hope you liked the chapter, please comment! Thank you so much to the people who have commented so far, it's been great. Don't forget: all opinions on elements you want added to the story will be taken into consideration. Thanks! See you next time! - DL