Wow, what a week! I've already had two detentions! My teachers just don't like me! I hope you all had as much fun as I did! Anyways, enjoy the chapter! Keep those great reviews comin'!
A.N – I've been planning this bit for ages. "The Dinner Party" will be in two parts. I was going to put it all into one chapter but it would be too long and that would fuck up the whole consistency thing. Anyways, enjoy!
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 9 – The dinner Party, Part 1
Harry opened his eyes and looked around Ron's darkened room. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed. He felt strange…kinda fuzzy. Craig must've been right. He was ill. Harry winced at the dryness in his throat.
God! My mouth feels like a bucket of sand! He thought. He padded his way over to the bedroom door and opened it. He stumbled forwards into the dark hallway.
Why is it so dark in this house!? He heard a muffled smash from the bathroom, but before he could check what it was…
"Ron!" He heard from downstairs. Suddenly, a door was flung open downstairs and a darkened figure raced up the stairs. Harry gasped as the figure's face came into focus…He was looking at himself!
"What the…?" Harry tried to speak to the figure but it just passed by him and almost bashed through the bathroom door. Harry's breathing grew shallow with fear.
"Oh my God!" The figure screamed from inside the room. Trembling and confused, Harry placed a shaky hand on the doorframe and pulled himself into the opening.
"Jesus!" He gasped as he looked on at the horrific scene that confronted him. The other him was cradling a pale Ron in his arms, who was lying in a pool of his own blood. "Ron!" Harry tried to enter the room but he saw the scene distancing itself from him. The sobs got fainter and the doorway got smaller. "No! Ron! Ron!"
Harry lurched forward, panting. He looked through tear-stained eyes at his surroundings.
"You okay, mate?" Harry snapped his head to the foot of his bed, where Ron was sat, a concerned look tainting his features.
"Ron!" Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. Ron tensed up. "You're okay! Thank God!" Ron squirmed a bit, reminding Harry that he wasn't wearing much. Harry recoiled and tried to hide the blush in hi cheeks.
"What are you talking about, mate?" Ron tried to sound normal and ignore that strange sensation he just felt. Harry wiped the tears out of his eyes.
"You killed yourself!" Ron gasped.
"What!?" Harry reached over and put his glasses on.
"In my dream. You killed yourself. And…I couldn't do anything! I-it was like I could see what I should be doing…But I just froze. I left you lying there, on your bathroom floor." His voice started to break up. Ron didn't know what to do. He didn't like other peoples problems.
"Mate," He started. Harry looked up at him. "It was only a dream. Don't worry about it." Harry smiled. Ron smiled back. "C'mon. We're having guests tonight." Harry cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah? Who?" A smile played across Ron's face. It had been a while since he smiled.
"Craig's parents!" Harry let his eyebrows drop in disappointment.
"What's so great about that?" Harry asked, feeling the jealousy rise again. Ron tried to hide his smile. He was happy because he would be spending a whole night with Craig's parents, who expect so much of their dear son. He wanted to scare Craig. To wreak his twisted revenge. Of course, he couldn't say any of this to Harry.
"Because…Harry Tyler is really funny." Ron unconvincingly said. Before Harry could push the matter, Ron told Harry to get ready for tonight.
It's alright for you, Harry. Ron thought A lot's happened today, while you slept. Ron just smiled Harry out the room and thought on weather he would actually do what he'd been planning.
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Ron and Hermione sat at the table, talking to Mrs Weasley while Craig helped her wash the dishes.
"I was thinking we would get an early start tomorrow, Ron." Mrs Weasley said. They were going to Diagon Alley for the annual before school shop. Ron just nodded vacantly as Hermione looked over at him.
"You okay?" She asked. Ron smiled, still not keeping his eyes off Craig, who had been totally silent.
"Fine! Just tired, is all." Ron said.
"What about you, Craig? Will you be joining us tomorrow?" Mrs Weasley asked, turning her warming glow onto him.
"Afraid not. Sorry." Ron felt his heart do a summersault in his chest. "I'm off to Hogwarts. They gave me my own office and everything. I can't wait to put my Psychology degree above my desk!" Mrs Weasley smiled at him.
"Rock on!" Ron murmured. Craig stopped cleaning and turned to Ron.
"What?" He tried to keep a friendly tone. Ron froze in his seat. Hermione turned to him.
"What's gone Ron?" He looked over at her and she winked at him.
"T-the milk's gone. I was gonna make Harry some breakfast, he was tossing and turning in his sleep." Mrs Weasley beamed.
"That's my boy! Always thinking about others." Craig forced a smile and went back to his washing. Ron smiled at Hermione in thanks. "I've got a surprise for you all." Molly said, breaking the obvious tension. "I've invited Harry and Lucy round for a dinner party before they jet off on holiday." There was a clatter as Craig dropped a fork onto the kitchen floor.
"You mean…My parents?" Molly nodded and shuffled over to the door.
"yes, dear. I'll leave the rest of that to you and Ron, if you don't mind. Me, Hermione and Ginny have to make the house respectable before Arthur brings them home. A woman's touch and all that. Come along, dear." Hermione reluctantly got up and left Ron and Craig in the room. She knew something was going on between Ron and Craig; she was trying to find out what, though. She shut the door on her way out. Ron sat, trying his best not to look at Craig. His excuses to leave were rushing through his mind until…
"Let's have sex." Craig casually said. Ron froze, remembering the reason he hated him.
"Wha..No!" Ron stuttered. Craig still didn't turn to him.
"Why not?" He asked. Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt the anger rise within him.
"Three reasons! One: I don't want to. Two: I despise you! Three: I'm not gay, and even if I was, you make my skin crawl!" He spat. Craig set the washing down and turned to Ron, whose previous courage had abandoned him.
"Oh, I don't know." He walked towards Ron, who backed up against the table. "I'm not too sure about number three. Besides, it's not like you have a choice here." He sneered.
"S-shut up!" Ron trembled. Craig lifted him onto the table.
"I will, if you relax." A tear dripped down Ron's face. Craig reached his hand out and Ron whimpered. He had to do something.
"Y-you must've had a tough upbringing." What was he saying? Don't anger him! Craig pulled his hand back as if Ron was poisonous.
"What did you say?" Craig demanded. It was as if Ron was possessed.
"Are daddy's standards quite high? I don't think he'd be too pleased with your shrink job, do you." Craig pulled him off the table and slammed him onto the floor.
"You know nothing!" He hissed. Ron tightly shut his eyes and waited for it…but nothing came. When Ron opened his eyes, Craig was gone. Ron let out a sigh of relief as he got up, his hands still trembling. Then, it hit him. He could win!
I'm gonna do it! He thought I'm gonna bloody do it! A crazed smile danced across his face.
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Harry ruffled his wet hair and fastened his jeans up.
"What is it with you?" He said, turning to Ron, who was lying on his bed. "You haven't stopped smiling all afternoon." Ron shrugged.
"I'm just happy. I get the feeling tonight should be a lot of fun." He rested his head back on his pillow and, without Harry noticing, his smile turned into a malicious sneer.
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Coming soon: The Dinner Party, Part 2. What a night, indeed. More soon if school hasn't killed me. Please, I want a world record amount of reviews! Mwahahahaha….. so review…..or else, lol. See you soon - DL
