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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 6 – Feelings are Agony!
The past week had passed by strangely. Ron has been on edge and didn't want to tell Harry and Hermione why. Tensions were running high because Hermione's impatience was added to the equation. Every time they would get onto the subject, Ron would pretend to do something else. He seemed to get worse as the days until Craig's arrival got fewer. It was now the day…and he's as bad as he's ever been.
A loud crackle of a thunder storm made Harry jump. Hermione, who was sitting by the open fire with a book laughed at him. Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"What? I'm concentrating!" Harry said. Hermione just smirked and looked back at her book. Harry rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the chess board in front of him. He was playing against Ron, but he didn't seem to be trying. For once, Harry was winning! The living room door opened and Ron staggered in, holding three drinks.
"Why did you shut the door?" He moaned. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes filled with annoyance.
"I took the time to stop what I was doing so I could close the door just to annoy you." She said, her voice rich in sarcasm. Ron looked over to Harry, who stared back, a puzzled look tainting his features.
"It blew shut." Harry mouthed.
"Oh" Ron mouthed back. He set two of the drinks down on the table.
"Hermione." She looked up at him. "Made you a drink." She beamed at him.
"Oh, thanks, Ron." She said, taking the drink. Ron sat back at his end of the chessboard, pretending to be interested in it. He raised his head.
"What's the time?" Harry kicked his feet out, causing his chair to catch on the carpet.
"It's about now on a good watch" Harry said, smirking. Hermione smiled but Ron didn't seem to find it very funny.
"No, really! What time is it?" His tone was demanding. Hermione slammed her book down.
"For God's sake, Ron! It's about two minutes later than the last time you asked him! Why are you so desperate to know the time!?" Ron retorted and pretended to be in deep thought on chess. Harry saw this as his chance to find out more about Craig.
"So, Ron. Who is Craig?" Harry asked. Ron tensed up. His stomach did a somersault. His eyes darted around for an answer.
"H-he's just…" Hermione had set her book down and was concentrating on the exchange. "Someone I know." He finished. Refusing to let it go, Harry pushed for more information.
"Yeah, but. Who is he?" Ron felt the bile rise in his throat.
Just let it be, Harry! Ron screamed in his mind.
"Well," He could see Harry and Hermione had been skirting this subject for days. "He's Harry Tyler's son. Harry's a friend of dad's." Ron said, hoping that would satisfy them.
"You're mom says you got on quite well with him. How come you haven't mentioned it to me?" Harry tried to keep the tone of jealousy out of his voice. Ron shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Just didn't think it was that important, that's all. Now, please stop asking me questions!" Ron demanded, in a hushed tone. Harry recoiled. Hermione snapped her head down to her book as if trying to hide the fact that she had been looking in the first place. Ron scowled at the two of them.
I can't keep this up forever! I'm pretty sure Harry knows something is wrong. Hermione, well she's just sticking her nose in…as usual! Ron thought. He was surprised about the way he thought about Hermione. He was sure he liked her, maybe even loved her. He pushed himself up from the chess board, putting his thoughts down to his state. "Ah!" Ron winced as one of the cuts on his arm stretched. Harry shot into a standing position.
"Mate? Are you okay?" He reached his hand out and Ron pulled back.
"No!" Ron almost screeched. Harry withdrew his arm and looked on at Ron. He had a hurt look on his face. Ron's expression softened immediately.
"Harry, I'm sorry, i…"
"Ron! You have been acting awfully to both me and Harry and all we've done is be here for you! What exactly is wrong with you? Is it something to do with this Craig person?" Ron felt the anger rise in him.
"It's nothing to do with him! Now just shut up!" Ron lashed out. He opened the door, ready to leave a stunned Harry and a fuming Hermione behind him.
"Hi Ron!" A haunting voice hissed. Ron froze. He was sure that his blood had frozen solid. He turned his head to see a tall, dark-haired boy standing in the hallway, blocking his exit. Seeing those ice-blue eyes again brought everything back. All the pain and fear that he felt that night…was standing in front of him.
"C-craig." Ron nodded. He backed away as Craig walked into the room. He turned his head onto Harry and Hermione and smiled.
"Ah! Harry Potter!" He swooped over to him and stuck a hand out. Harry smiled and took it. "Craig Tyler. Very pleased to meet you!" He firmly shook Harry's hand and moved on to Hermione. Ron was still in a state of shock. He looked over at Craig innocently talking to his friends. A tear started to form in Ron's eye.
"Bastard!" Ron mumbled. Craig looked up, he obviously heard it.
"Ron," He beamed. "Come and join us!" he pointed over to an empty chair.
"A-actually, i…" Ron pointed at the door. He needed to get out of that room. He needed to get away from Craig. "Need to use the bathroom." He finished. Craig narrowed his eyes, but only for Ron, and only Ron to see.
"Hurry back, it would be nice for you to tell me a bit about your friends." Harry and Hermione smiled. Ron looked into their eyes…if only they knew. Ron shut the living room door on his way out and pressed his back to it. He bit his knuckle as he breathed out some silent sobs. HE ran up the stairs and shut himself in the bathroom.
This can't be happening! Why me? Ron wailed in his head. He rushed over to the counter and rolled his sleeve up. I need to feel something real! He eyed one of the many fresh cuts on his arm.
"Is that what you're into? Hurting yourself?" Ron swivelled on the balls of his feet to see Craig standing in the doorway. He stepped inside and locked the door behind him. Ron felt the burning sick rise in the back of his throat. All he could do was press himself further up against the cold wall.
"G-get back!" Ron stammered. Craig walked up to him.
"It was a fun night, yeah?" Craig mocked. Images of his lust-filled eyes flashed through Ron's mind.
"Y-you sick fuck!" Ron could feel the isolation of his situation. He was staring into the abyss. "Rapist!" Ron spat again. The tears were flowing freely from his eyes. Craig pursed his lips.
"Oh, don't cry, Ron." Craig whispered said he grabbed Ron's shoulders. Ron struggled and whimpered but Craig was too strong. "I'm here to make It all better!" Craig taunted. Ron sobbed and spluttered.
"I'll tell the others!" He threatened. He felt Craig tense up. He yanked Ron forwards and slammed him of the wall.
"Agh!" He groaned. Craig lowered his head to Ron's level.
"You do that," He breathed on Ron's ear, causing him to shiver. "And I'll kill you. You're friend." Ron's eyes widened. "He's quite good-looking. But, he's not you! I'll just have to imagine after you're gone!" Craig finished.
"L-leave him alone!" Ron grunted. Craig cupped his face in his hands.
"I will…if you keep you're mouth shut!" Ron let out a small squeak. Craig pulled his face towards his and rammed his tongue down his throat. Ron coughed and wretched. Craig released Ron. "I'll take what I want from you, when I want." He walked over to the door, glanced back and left the room. Ron was left alone, in the corner. He smashed his head against the wall and let out a cry of sorrow as the tears fell down his face. He was completely alone!
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