Chapter 4
As I've said before, i hate school, being with Harry, and being happy with Harry, makes me hate it even more, the looks i thought i could avoid, the comments i thought could never hurt me, they're all sinking in, and, it hurts. Hermione hardly talks to me or Harry any more, Harry has become more attached then ever, but that i like, what i don't like is Ginny, ignoring me, shunning her own brother. I don't know what to do, i was confident about choosing Harry over my family, but despite everything, family is family. Tomorrow is going to be one of the hardest days of my life, tomorrow is the day i tell my parents. Even though I'm pretty sure Ginny has told them, because when ever i see her, and she knows i seen her, she has that smug look on her face. I take in a deep sigh, taking in Harry's scent, he sleeps next to me on my bed every night, the boys in the dorm don't mind, as long as we're on each other and not on them, they don't care, they think we're cute, at least they've accepted us. Seamus and Dean even stood up for us, when people were saying stuff, if every thing fails with my family, at least I'll have friends.
"Morning," Harry smiles, as i sniffle a yawn, i lay a kiss on his for head, morning, right, that's why the sun is taunting me, reminding me this could be my last full day with a supportive family.
"Morning," I say, as if i haven't been awake for hours, chewing on my lip to stop my tears. I look at the clock next to me, half six, too early.
"Good sleep?" He asks, as he plays with my fingers.
"Yeah, you?" I ask, i hate lying, but i can't tell him how scared i am.
"No, i knew you were awake Ron." He says, "This thing tomorrow is really bugging you isn't it." He knows me too well, its creepy, i nod. "It will be okay, i mean, your mum is really understanding,"
"Is she?" He looks at me a little, "We've never had anything happen in our family that there was a need for them to be understanding," He sighs, i sigh, and i rest my head on his shoulder, this way, if a tear falls he wont be able to see.
"At least we don't have lessons today." He smiles, "We can spend the day thinking what we're going to say." I nod, "And you can get some more sleep, stop worrying, just close your eyes, and think happy thoughts."
"Happy thoughts, right," I smile, but i close my eyes, and take a deep breath, and the next thing i now, Harry is waking me up.
"Its time for breakfast." He smiles, "Did you think happy thoughts?"
"I thought about, me and you alone on a deserted island, and you were naked..."
"Ron could you finish that sentence another time," Dean laughs as he walks over to my bed.
"All i was going to say is he was swimming." I smile, and every one laughs and i crawl out of bed yawning.
The great hall was packed with excitement, Christmas decorations covered every wall, a huge tree at the entrance, but nothing could distract students when me and Harry walked in, it was a usual thing, we'd sit alone, every one would talk about us, point at us, laugh at us, some Slytherins even threw stuff at us. But we pretend like its not happening. We don't do anything in public, occasionally we hold hands, but only when one of us is feeling slightly scared or insecure about our surroundings, but that's enough to make people hate us.
We sit at the end of the Gryffindor table, Ginny and Hermione are laughing together, Ginny keeps looking over, but i pretend like i can't see her.
"We'll tell dad first," I say, "He never really gets angry about any thing, and if he understands then he will calm mum down, if she doesn't."
"Okay, so how are we going to tell him?" Harry asks. "Is he and your mum picking us all up at the station?"
"And mum, we'll have to ask to dad in private, but before Ginny gets of the train, and then see how he reacts, and then if Ginny looks like she is going to talk to mum in the car, we'll have to hold up conversation, one where she can't let it slip."
"You've thought about this a lot," Harry smiled. "Should work."
"Yeah, but if they don't understand Harry, what are we to do?"
"Well, we could come back here i suppose." He says, "They wont throw you out, me maybe."
"They can try." I smile, and he laughs.
"With me through and through aren't you."
"You bet." I grin.
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Me and Harry are in a carriage of our own, no one wants to sit with us, which is good, we sit together, talking about the day ahead of us. As we arrive, i feel sick, and he squeezes my hand, and steals a kiss before we get of the train.
"Boys, you look well." Mum greets us, taking us both in a huge hug.
"Thanks, dad, can we have a word please?" I ask quickly, mum looks at me, and then Harry, and we rush of with my dad.
"Every thing okay?" He asks, his balding head beaming at us in the sun.
"Well, we have to tell you, some thing important," I say, and he smiles, that welcoming smile. "Me and Harry we are, well, we're a couple dad." He blinks. And blinks again.
"Very well." He says, and then walks of, Fuck, is that good, bad, what was that?
"Dad, wait." I call after him, and he stops and turns back, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"Don't tell your mother, let me have a word with her son." At least he still calls me his son. "I'm proud of you." I beam inside, and i smile at Harry, "Come on, I'll get your bags, and I'll meet you at the car." we nod, and we walk of, smiling.
The car ride home wasn't what we thought it would be, dad held the conversation, about work, school and Quidditch, mum spoke about the house, the twins and their business, Charlie and his dragons, and Bill and Fleur, and Ginny said how school was okay, and that she got a boyfriend, to our surprise, Dean. Me and Harry just absorbed the conversation talking when we were spoken to.
"Now Harry, I've put the usual bed in Ron's room."
"Thanks Mrs Weasley." He smiles.
"Now, go get unpacked, and I'll get dinner going."
"Do you need any help?" He asks, little angel he is.
"No dear, I'm fine, go on," She smiles, and i practically pull him away from the kitchen.
"Ron, a word." Dad calls, i tell Harry i will see him in a minute, and i walk in the garden with dad, in silence.
"So, you and Harry?" He asks.
"Yeah, me and Harry." I repeat, wondering if he really was okay with it.
"How long have you two been an item?" He asks, he sounds so serious, and so unreadable.
"A couple of weeks, but I've liked him a while dad." I blush, i never talk to dad about personal things.
"Like i said Son, i am proud of you, but are you sure you are ready for this?"
"How do you know when your ready dad?" I ask, "You don't get a switch in your brain, it doesn't tell you when your ready for this, you only know if your ready until you do it, and i am ready for this dad, I've wanted it for so long," He doesn't say anything for a moment, he just smiles.
"And Harry, what does he think?"
"Well, I'm guessing he must like me, if we are together dad," I smile, and he laughs. "Dad. Are you okay with it?"
"I think your too young to make life changing decisions but i am not going to disown you, or be angry, i want you to know that i will support you know matter what."
"Thanks dad." I smile, "What about mum?"
"Your mother is very traditional, but i will talk to her,"
"Thanks." I smile, and walk up to Harry.
I walk in with a little grin, and he is sat on my bed picking at his nails, "Well?" He asks, and i laugh, i fall onto the bed in front of him and kiss him breathlessly. "So, he's okay with it?" He asks, and i laugh again, i told him what he said, and Harry kissed me, and then we both laughed.
Ginny kept on throwing me and Harry daggers, but we smiled through them, "So Ginny, anything knew you want to tell us?" Mum asked, she asked every time we came home for a holiday, Ginny shot us another look.
"Well, not really, some boys came out though," My fists clenched under the table.
"What do you mean came out?" She asked, not understanding the muggle term.
"As a couple, you know, gay." Ginny laughed, dad shot us a look.
"Well, there is nothing wrong with that," He said quickly, mum didn't say anything. "Molly, you okay?"
"Yes dear, I'm just thinking about what Ginny said."
"Why what are you thinking?" He asked, as if it was a private conversation between them.
"I think its wrong." Okay, so i am about to die, Ginny looks at us again, and smiles.
"What do you mean its wrong?" He asked.
"Boys shouldn't be together," She sighed. "I'm glad we raised our children the proper way." She looks at me, and i just smile weakly. "Like our Ron has a girl friend." I do?
"Mum, I don't."
"Ginny has told me all about your special some one." Fucking bitch. I look at Harry who smiles at me. "So who is she?" She is my best mate who is actually a he.
"Molly, lets not talk about this, Ron doesn't want to talk about it in front of us."
"Nonsense, so who is she?"
"She is." I scanned my brain for any thing that could to mind, but nothing, "Mum its Harry!" Silence. Shit. "My special some one is Harry!" Dad looked at me, and he actually smiled. What the hell was going on.
"What?" She said.
"Jesus," I muttered and she looked at me. "Mum, me and Harry are together, i love him mum,"
"Love, your sixteen."
"Yes, sixteen. And i am in love. With Harry."
"NO, you can't be."
"Yes, i am." I sigh, and get up, Harry follows, and we walk up to my bedroom. I hear dad shout at Ginny, and mum defend her, then mum shout at dad, and dad back at mum. I slide down my wall, and put my head in my hands, and cry. In front of Harry, i couldn't care less, i cried so hard i thought i was going to throw up.
"Ron," He sighs, and sits next to me, and i fall into his embrace.
"She hates me." My words are foreign to my mouth, "My own mother." he holds me tighter then ever before, and i feel safe, and all thoughts of my parents disappear and i fall asleep in his arms.
"Harry, is he okay?" My dads words are soft and gentle, i look up, my eyes red from crying, and my body stiff from sleeping at such a weird angle.
"I'm fine," I lie, looking at my dad i feel as though i am about to cry again.
"Your mum wants a word."
"Dad, she hates me i can't talk to her." I say, but i don't look at him, i stare at the floor.
"She does not hate you," I look up, and raise an eye brow, "Come on," I get up, and Harry follows, holding my hand, and my dad smiles.
My mum is sat at the kitchen table, looking as if she has been crying, she smiles as we walk in, i sit opposite her, Harry next to me, and dad next to mum.
"I'm sorry." She says quietly, i smile at her from the corner of my mouth, "I didn't mean for you to think i hate you," I look away, "Ron, your my son, and i love you." I smile and look up at her quickly before looking away. "I want you to be happy, I just, being with another boy, you have to realise how hard it is going to be for you," I sigh, i already know how hard it is. "Do people at your school know?" I nod, and she gasps, "Oh." I look up, "How did they take it?"
"Bit like you did," I mumble, and she hangs her head.
"Sorry," She says again, louder then the first time. "Are you two serious?" I look at Harry who nods, and i nod, "How serious?" I don't know, very, "Are you sleeping together?" Jesus!
"Mum." I say, and she looks at me, "No mum, we are not sleeping together, we're not just going jump into bed together." I say and she nods, although i have been thinking about it, a hell of a lot lately.
"You love each other?" We both nod. "That's all that matters then isn't it."
"What, your okay with it?"
"I'm not going to lie to you Ron, being gay, well, its not understood, and i am sad to say i do not understand, i grew up, and i loved your dad, but, well times have changed, and well, if your happy, i will try to understand." I smile, at least I'm not getting chucked out at Christmas. "And you have a good boyfriend Ron, don't let him go."
"I wont." I smile at Harry who blushes.
We walk up to my bedroom, and we smile at each other, and fall into bed, i kiss him deeply, and he kisses me back. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too Ronald." He smiles and kisses me again. "About what your mum said, about us sleeping together, i want to take it slow between us."
"Course, so do i, i don't want to jump in to bed too quickly."
"Good," Harry smiles, "But, when we're both ready we will know." He kisses me deeply, and then hugs me tight.
The next morning is Christmas morning, and Harry is fast asleep in my arms, i kiss him softly on the lips, and he moans, and his eyes open, and i hand him his glasses as i kiss him again, this time he reacts by pushing me onto my back, and jumping on me, kissing me.
"Merry Christmas lover." I smile, and he kisses me, and pins my hand to the bed, he kisses down my neck, and slowly takes of my top, sending kisses all over me, and he takes his kisses to my belly button, as he unpins my hands, and slowly takes of my bottoms, pulling them and my boxers down a bit, and reveals my hard on, and he kisses it, and i shiver, he licks my length before taking me in his mouth, and i moan, as his hands run up and down my thighs, i push my hips up, and i hit the back of his throat, with a loud moan of his name, and i shoot my liquids into his mouth, and he grins, swallowing it all.
"Merry Christmas Ron." He smiles, and lays next to me, after pulling my bottoms back up.
So far, best Christmas ever.
After a shower, and a kissing session, we walk down stairs, all of the Weasley's are sat at the table, Fred and George grin at us, Bill and Charlie waves.
"Merry Christmas boys," Mum smiles, "Come on sit, eat, Harry you still look like you haven't been eating properly," Every thing is back to normal, i grin a little and Harry punches my shoulder, we sit at the end, opposite Ginny, conversation sprung into action, Bill and Charlie were talking about dragons, Ginny was talking to the twins about their jokes, and mum and dad were talking about what ever parents talk about, and me and Harry just sat, in a comfortable silence, taking in the conversation.
"Harry, eat more." Mum puts more on his plate.
"I don't think he is hungry," I say.
"Well, eat more later then?" She asks, and Harry nods.
"Thanks Mrs Weasley." He smiles.
"Molly, call me Molly." She smiles, and he nods, and blushes, so damn cute. "Present times, every one to the living room."
Me and Harry sit closest to the tree on the floor next to each other, Fred and George on the sofa behind us, Bill and Charlie on the floor next to Ginny, and mum and dad on their normal chairs.
"Fred, you can hand out the presents." Mum says.
"But Ron is closer." Fred protests.
"I'll do it," I laugh, and start handing out the presents, me and Harry went halves on a present for mum and dad, a knew owl, we got Ginny a chain, and she looked at it and mumbled thanks, we couldn't not get her any thing. Harry got Bill an earring and Charlie a black roped pendant with a dragon on it, and to mu surprise, he got me a new broom, a fire bolt like his. I got him a black rope chain like Charlie's only instead of a dragon it had a Chinese symbol for love on it.
"Thank you." Harry grinned, "Do it up for me?" I moved around his back, and did the clasp up.
"What does it mean?" Fred asked.
"Love." I say casually, and Fred and George make girl noises, and Bill and Charlie eye me and Harry up.
"I love it," Harry smiles, as he fingers the pendant, i smile, and every one else starts chatting amongst them selves.
"Thanks for the broom, i wasn't expecting it." I smile.
"I knew you've always wanted one," He says.
"It must have cost you so much." I say.
"It doesn't matter, honestly," He grins, and i rest my head on his shoulder.
"So Harry." Fred laughs.
"You and Ron?"
"Yes, me and Ron."
"Why him?" George laughs.
"He's hardly good looking." Fred states.
"Because he's perfect." Harry grins, and i blush, and the twins make puking noises, and Ginny storms out of the room.
We walk into my room, and i smile at Harry, and sit on the bed next to him, "I'll be back in a minute." I kiss him quickly, and walk into Ginny's room.
"Gin," I say, and she looks up at the door.
"Fuck off Ron." She says, her heads stuck in a book.
"Look I'm sorry." I say, "I don't want me and Harry being together to hurt you, your my sister and i love you."
"Yeah, well i hate you, now fuck off out of my room." I sigh loudly, and walk into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, before going back to mine and Harry's room.
"Fred, George, get out." I say, not in the mood for them.
"Does little Ron want Harry all to him self?" I sigh and just sit on the bed, Fred and George exchanging looks.
"Catch you later." Fred says before leaving with George.
"Ron, what is it?" Harry asks.
"Ginny, she hates me, she actually really hates me." I cry, "My own sister. Hates me."
A/N Thank you for all the reviews, makes me smile. and i am sorry there are small errors, but when ever i write its usually late in the night or early in the morning! hope that doesn't stop you reading. Review for more :D