UchiSays: Argh I hate Ron Weasley, if any of you didn't know that then now you do. There's a reason I make him a villainous character in all my stories. I despise him with a burning passion. I'm not too fond of Ginny either, but I deal with that by simply avoiding her unless I can put here to good use. Anyway, I feel really bad for Harry in this chapter and I'm sorry for all the torment I'm putting him through, but worry not I'm still aiming for a happy ending.

UchiWarns: Slash in this chapter alone with reference to noncon

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Fourteenth Snow

It was snowing again. Large white puffs the size of cannon balls drifted down from the sky and covered the ground virtual perfection. Harry was all alone. His parents were gone, departed from the world long before he could even remember. Draco was gone, most likely courting miss perfect Pansy Parkinson. The Dursleys were gone, off to ickle Duddykins boxing match. Ron was gone; he'd pushed Harry away and left him in his lonesome. Harry set in the Dursleys' living room staring out the window at the falling snow. They would be returning soon and Harry needed to have the house clean by that time, yet he couldn't pull his eyes away from the large wisps of snow falling in gentle blankets to the ground. It had been almost a week since he had returned to the Dursley's house. After the scene with Draco had run to his room and locked the door. He'd ignored Draco's knocking and trying to talk to him from the other side. Eventually the blond had given up and left Harry alone. A flash a red caught his attention from the corner of his eye and Harry stepped away from the window and went over to the door.

Harry pulled the door open before Ron even had the chance to knock, "Hey." He greeted softly not sure rather he was still supposed to be angry at the red head or not, truth be told he didn't care if he was supposed to be angry he just wanted company so as not to be lonely anymore.

"Hey," Ron greeted in turn, "Where's the Dursleys?"

Harry stepped aside and let Ron into the house, "Dudley had a boxing match; they made a family event out of it. What brings you here?"

"I was in the neighborhood."

"Nice try, but try again."

"Okay, I wanted to apologize for my behavior the other day. I had no right to be kicking you while you were already down. I'm sorry."

Harry smiled, "Apology accepted, nobody's perfect right." He led the way to the Dursley's living room and stood by the window again.

"I still think you can't read people," Ron said coming to stand next to him and peering outside at the empty street. "If you could, you would have figured out my feelings for you a long time ago."

Harry looked at his long time best friend confused, "What are you talking about?" He inquired.

"You really are too naïve, Harry." Ron said his blue eyes stabbing like icicles into Harry's. Harry wasn't sure how it happened, but suddenly Ron's lips were pressing hungrily against his owns. Harry's mind went blank for only a few seconds and then he was struggling trying to push Ron off of him, but Ron was bigger and stronger and Harry might as well have put up no fight at all the good it was doing. "I can't stand it." Ron growled yanking at Harry's clothing, "I loved you first; how could he just come out of no where and steal you from me."

"Ron what are you doing?" Harry whimpered struggling to get away from the red head, but to no avail as Ron managed to divest him of his trousers.

"I've known you longer. I've lover you longer. You should be mine." The next thing Harry knew they were falling to the floor out of view of the window and his world was shattering into a million pieces.

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The snow was cold against his bare skin, but he was too numb to even notice. He was shivering and his bare feet were turning shades of purple and blue as he trudged forward through the snow, he was too numb to notice even that. Goose bumps dotted across his arms and his lips were changing colors as well, he was too numb to notice. Each step he took shot a wave a pain to the base of his spine, the tears spilling from his eyes were warm against his frozen cheeks; that he did notice. People stared at him in wonder, in pity, and even at times fear but the looks went unnoticed. People called to him, asked him questions, tried to gain his attention but he was too numb to respond. He kept walking forwards as the snow fell down onto him he could only see one thing, one person occupied his mind and nothing else mattered. He was barely aware of the fact that he was moving. He didn't ever remember picking himself up off the Dursley's floor. He didn't remember leaving the house in nothing but jeans and a thin tee-shirt. He didn't remember getting on the bus or the pitied look the driver gave him as he let him own without paying. He didn't remember getting off the bus and walking through the streets of the upper class residential area. He was numb. Too numb to remember, but not numb enough to forget.

The concept of ringing a doorbell seemed foreign to him. He slammed his open palm against the white wood between the glass panes on the door over and over, oblivious to the pain that the action caused him. Slap, slap, slap, he banged his hand against the door. Slap, slap, slap, he didn't hear the voice yelling that he was coming. Slap, slap, sla-, the door swung open and his open palm met with a course shirt and soft flesh beneath it.

"There is a doorbell-" The voice cut off as it took in the pitiful sight of the empty shell posing as a boy on the front porch stoop, "My word, Master Draco! Master Draco come here please!"

"What is it Dobby." A sneering voice approached the door, "this had better be important; oh my god Harry!" Draco pushed the butler out the way and rushed to the younger boy's side.

"Draco?" Harry's voice was broken and the green eyes staring up at Draco were soulless, lacking all of the boy's natural light, "Draco, why does it hurt so much?"

"Harry," Draco's voice dripped concern, "What happened Harry?"

"Should I call the police, sir?" Dobby asked.

"No, no not yet. We don't know what happened. I'm going to take him to my room. I'll inform you if the police need be called." Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and he supported the boy as they moved into the house and up the stairs to Draco's room.

Draco set Harry down in a chair close to fireplace and retrieved a blanket to wrap around the boy's shoulder. Harry was shivering violently as the affects of travelling in the cold weather finally caught up to him physically, mentally he was still numb. His green eyes stared into the bright orange flames of the fire. He didn't realize when Draco pressed a warm mug into his hands and urged him to take a sip of the sweetened tea. He didn't realize the passing of time. He didn't hear the concerned and angry voices coming from somewhere off behind him. All he could see was the bright flames dancing in the fireplace, beautiful, enticing, all consuming, and deadly. The fire burned away sin and left place for new life to grow. He wanted to loose himself in those flames.

"Harry," a soft voice that he's never heard sound so caring called his attention away from the all consuming flames and to the kneeling figure beside him. Silver eyes awash with caring and concern peered up at him from a face of chiseled features hidden within the shadows of hair spun from silver, "Harry I need you to talk to me." Draco coaxed, "I need you to tell me what happened."

"Draco," Harry's voice cracked and tears filled his emerald eyes, the mug of tea slipped from his fingers, and Harry flung himself into Draco's arms, "Draco I'm so dirty." He wept, "I'm so dirty. Help me get clean."

"Shh, it's ok Harry, it's ok I'll help you." Warm arms swept him up and carried him from the room to the adjoining bath. Draco placed him gently on his feet and turned the shower on warm. After adjusting the temperature a few times he turned back to the boy who hadn't moved an inch and gently began to free him from the confines of his clothing. It took obvious effort to reign in his anger at the sight of the bite marks marring Harry's chest and the dried blood staining his legs.

"Who did this to you?''

Harry turned his eyes away without answering.

Draco sighed and stripped himself of his clothes, before scooping Harry into his arms and carrying the boy into the shower. The warm water sprayed down on the two of them, washing over their bare flesh and spilling down the drain. Draco set Harry cautiously on his feet and grabbed a towel and lathered it with soap. Slowly he began the meticulous task of washing Harry heat to toe, making sure no area went unscrubbed.

Once the shower was over Draco wrapped Harry in a large towel and carried him back to the bedroom. Gently he laid Harry down in the center of the bed, but before he could get up a hand wrapped around his wrist and sorrowful green eyes stared up at him, "I'm dirty inside to."

For a moment the two of them remained suspended in time and space as they stared into each others eyes. The Draco raised one hand and carded his fingers through Harry's ebony spikes; cupping his face gently in his palm Draco pressed a delicate kiss against Harry's needy lips. Harry lost himself in the kiss and melted into the loving caresses that followed. Lube was produced from a shoe box hidden under the bed, one finger tenderly circled his opening before pressing inside him, that finger was soon followed by another, and another, careful scissoring motions stretched him, and callused fingers stroked him until finally he could take no more.

"Draco please," He pleaded, "Love me. Love me, Draco, please love me."

Slowly Draco pressed into him and a little cry of pleasure escaped from his lips. Harry's backed arched as he pressed against Draco meeting him thrust for thrust, clinging to him, and calling his name. They rocked together slowly approaching their zenith. With each thrust Harry felt more and more connected to Draco. With each thrust he let go of the pain he's been feeling. With each thrust he forgot the hurt he experienced. Thrust by thrust he approached his peak until suddenly he was spiraling over the edge. He held on to Draco with all he had left, calling out the other's name as he met completion, and never wanting to let go.

Slowly that came down from their post coital bliss. Draco wrapped Harry tenderly in his arms and held the boy close to him as if afraid of letting him go. "Harry," Draco's soothing voice broke the silence, "Tell me who hurt you."

Harry shook his head not wanting to look at his lover, "He never meant to hurt me. He's my best friend. He would never hurt me like that on purpose."

Warm lips pressed against the top of Harry's head, "You're too naïve and trusting, Kid."