LOL I Dunno - Chapter 2
Dean didn't know what to say. "Umm… it's not like that."
George didn't say anything else on the subject. Changing the subject Dean settled with asking questions about George's five kids.
Dean found himself spending the day playing with the children, all twelve of them. Charlie's two, Bill's one, George's five and his brother's four.
Dinner was a lovely display of family togetherness. Everyone sat and spoke, occasionally passed an obscene comment. Everything was going well until George decided to take the floor.
He spoke about his sisters' shy childhood and how she had grown into a woman he could respect. Everyone was smiling and generally happy until he added his last comment before he sat back down.
" Oh and Ron why didn't you tell us you brought Dean as your date?"
Everyone laughed as Fred added his bent penny. " What couldn't find a girl to come with you?"
" Oh shut up!" Ron tried to defend himself.
" My brother the fruit!" Fred added while pretended to faint.
Everyone laughed and thought this was another of the twins' jokes. Ron on the other hand laughed and did his best not to glare a hole in Dean's head.
For the rest of the evening Ron did his best not to show his feelings of annoyance to Dean or anyone else. It wasn't until everyone had gone to bed that Ron voiced his feelings.
Harry was woken up by the sounds of his name being called. Sleepily he opened one eye.
" This had better be good." He as while he reached for his glasses.
"Sorry to bother you Harry but have you seen Ron?"
" What?!" Harry questioned in disbelief that he was woken up from his sleep and taken out of the wonderful dream he was having about his girlfriend Fern.
" Ron…do you know where he is?"
" I dunno, check over there." Harry said pointing to the far right corner of the small room. " Maybe he's sleeping like I WAS."
Harry put his glasses back under his pillow and turned to go back to sleep when Dean whispered that Ron wasn't in the room. Sitting back up, Harry squinted his eyes as he looked and listened for the unmistakable lump and snoring of his best friend, yet couldn't seem to find or hear him.
" Dean maybe he went to the bathroom, go back to sleep."
" But he hasn't come to bed yet?"
" You really are a pain you know that," Harry sighed as he put his glasses back on and stood up. " Come on I'll help you find him so I can get back to sleep."
Both boys tiptoed out of the small room trying their best not to step on anyone. Only once did they step on someone and Harry quickly stated not to worry that Charlie wouldn't feel it, he slept heavy.
Harry directed Dean down stairs showing him, which steps to avoid because they creaked. They found Ron sitting at the kitchen table nursing a glass of bronze liquid. His head was hung low over the cup as if he was trying to look to see there was something floating in the cup.
" Oh damn!" Harry unconsciously said.
" What, what's wrong?" Looking at Harry with a puzzled look Dean asked.
" He's drunk again."
"Again…"
Walking over, Harry grabbed the back of Ron's head and pulled him back. Ron face was a bright tint of pink; both his eyes were blood shot red and he wore a drunken man smile.
" 'ello 'arry, wan a drink?" Ron slurred.
" No thanks, come one let's get you upstairs."
" No! I dun wanna go to bed."
Ignoring his friends' words Harry attempted to remove the glass from his hands.
" I said lemme lone!" Ron said snatching the glass from Harry's grasp.
" Ron I think you've had enough, let's go to bed."
"Go ta bed ya self! I staying right 'ere," Ron protested. " And take that stupid bastard wit ya." He said pointing towards Dean. " Go an tell my brotha, he my date, stupid git!"
Ron waved his hand and took a large gulp of his drink, emptying the glass. Dean looked at Harry like he didn't know what to say.
" Pay him no mind, he always gets like this when he's drunk."
"Yeh go an take his side, ya can go fuck ya self too. Youz and that I perfect bullshit, fuck you an ya stupid girlfriend too! An I'm not drunk!"
" What is wrong with you?" Harry questioned him. He was annoyed with his best friend. This seemed to be an on going thing for him. For the past year or so he watched, as his friend slowly became a drunkard.
It would seem that Ron was becoming more and more dependent on drowning his sorrows in a bottle or pub. It wasn't rare that Harry would wake up in the middle of the night by a phone call or owl from the local pub or precinct. Having to go and bail him out of jail for lewd conduct or on more recent times out of someone's home.
" Na-fin lemme lone a-ready."
" I will not!"
" Ron I think Harry's right, you need some sleep." Dean added.
" Mind yours. I heard 'nough outta you a-ready. Tellin' people you my date…
stupit!" Ron spat.
Having little patience at the moment for Ron actions, Harry walked away from him. " Fine stay here become a drunk, I don't care but I will not bail you out this time Ron."
Grabbing the bottle and discarding the glass, Ron took a drink, neither answering nor listening to Harry's words.
" Come on Dean, leave him here. When his mother wakes up, let them deal with it, I'm tired".
Harry secretly wanted the family to find him. He hoped that since he seemed not to be able to help his friend with his drinking problem, maybe they would.
Dean watched Ron for a while. He didn't quite understand what was going on but he very well couldn't leave Ron like this. He was about to go over and sit next to Ron to find out what was going on, when Harry grabbed his arm and literally dragged him back to their beds.
"Leave him, won't do any good talking to him now, he'll just insult you and what not. Best leave him to his own. " Harry said when Dean yanked his arm away from Harry and gave him a disapproving look.
" But…we can't leave him down there like that."
" Yes we can and we will. Look Dean I know you care and all but there is really nothing we can do now. He's not going to listen to me or you, so leave it be and get some sleep."
"I don't understand, why's he drinking himself stupid, He seemed happy enough tonight. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
" He's my best friend and I love him to death he's like a brother to me."
" I know so why are you just leaving him down there? Maybe he needs someone to talk to; maybe he's upset over something. There has to be a reason for him to be drinking."
" A drunk needs no reason." Harry said before he turned and finished going up the stairs to his bed.
Dean didn't know what to say. "Umm… it's not like that."
George didn't say anything else on the subject. Changing the subject Dean settled with asking questions about George's five kids.
Dean found himself spending the day playing with the children, all twelve of them. Charlie's two, Bill's one, George's five and his brother's four.
Dinner was a lovely display of family togetherness. Everyone sat and spoke, occasionally passed an obscene comment. Everything was going well until George decided to take the floor.
He spoke about his sisters' shy childhood and how she had grown into a woman he could respect. Everyone was smiling and generally happy until he added his last comment before he sat back down.
" Oh and Ron why didn't you tell us you brought Dean as your date?"
Everyone laughed as Fred added his bent penny. " What couldn't find a girl to come with you?"
" Oh shut up!" Ron tried to defend himself.
" My brother the fruit!" Fred added while pretended to faint.
Everyone laughed and thought this was another of the twins' jokes. Ron on the other hand laughed and did his best not to glare a hole in Dean's head.
For the rest of the evening Ron did his best not to show his feelings of annoyance to Dean or anyone else. It wasn't until everyone had gone to bed that Ron voiced his feelings.
Harry was woken up by the sounds of his name being called. Sleepily he opened one eye.
" This had better be good." He as while he reached for his glasses.
"Sorry to bother you Harry but have you seen Ron?"
" What?!" Harry questioned in disbelief that he was woken up from his sleep and taken out of the wonderful dream he was having about his girlfriend Fern.
" Ron…do you know where he is?"
" I dunno, check over there." Harry said pointing to the far right corner of the small room. " Maybe he's sleeping like I WAS."
Harry put his glasses back under his pillow and turned to go back to sleep when Dean whispered that Ron wasn't in the room. Sitting back up, Harry squinted his eyes as he looked and listened for the unmistakable lump and snoring of his best friend, yet couldn't seem to find or hear him.
" Dean maybe he went to the bathroom, go back to sleep."
" But he hasn't come to bed yet?"
" You really are a pain you know that," Harry sighed as he put his glasses back on and stood up. " Come on I'll help you find him so I can get back to sleep."
Both boys tiptoed out of the small room trying their best not to step on anyone. Only once did they step on someone and Harry quickly stated not to worry that Charlie wouldn't feel it, he slept heavy.
Harry directed Dean down stairs showing him, which steps to avoid because they creaked. They found Ron sitting at the kitchen table nursing a glass of bronze liquid. His head was hung low over the cup as if he was trying to look to see there was something floating in the cup.
" Oh damn!" Harry unconsciously said.
" What, what's wrong?" Looking at Harry with a puzzled look Dean asked.
" He's drunk again."
"Again…"
Walking over, Harry grabbed the back of Ron's head and pulled him back. Ron face was a bright tint of pink; both his eyes were blood shot red and he wore a drunken man smile.
" 'ello 'arry, wan a drink?" Ron slurred.
" No thanks, come one let's get you upstairs."
" No! I dun wanna go to bed."
Ignoring his friends' words Harry attempted to remove the glass from his hands.
" I said lemme lone!" Ron said snatching the glass from Harry's grasp.
" Ron I think you've had enough, let's go to bed."
"Go ta bed ya self! I staying right 'ere," Ron protested. " And take that stupid bastard wit ya." He said pointing towards Dean. " Go an tell my brotha, he my date, stupid git!"
Ron waved his hand and took a large gulp of his drink, emptying the glass. Dean looked at Harry like he didn't know what to say.
" Pay him no mind, he always gets like this when he's drunk."
"Yeh go an take his side, ya can go fuck ya self too. Youz and that I perfect bullshit, fuck you an ya stupid girlfriend too! An I'm not drunk!"
" What is wrong with you?" Harry questioned him. He was annoyed with his best friend. This seemed to be an on going thing for him. For the past year or so he watched, as his friend slowly became a drunkard.
It would seem that Ron was becoming more and more dependent on drowning his sorrows in a bottle or pub. It wasn't rare that Harry would wake up in the middle of the night by a phone call or owl from the local pub or precinct. Having to go and bail him out of jail for lewd conduct or on more recent times out of someone's home.
" Na-fin lemme lone a-ready."
" I will not!"
" Ron I think Harry's right, you need some sleep." Dean added.
" Mind yours. I heard 'nough outta you a-ready. Tellin' people you my date…
stupit!" Ron spat.
Having little patience at the moment for Ron actions, Harry walked away from him. " Fine stay here become a drunk, I don't care but I will not bail you out this time Ron."
Grabbing the bottle and discarding the glass, Ron took a drink, neither answering nor listening to Harry's words.
" Come on Dean, leave him here. When his mother wakes up, let them deal with it, I'm tired".
Harry secretly wanted the family to find him. He hoped that since he seemed not to be able to help his friend with his drinking problem, maybe they would.
Dean watched Ron for a while. He didn't quite understand what was going on but he very well couldn't leave Ron like this. He was about to go over and sit next to Ron to find out what was going on, when Harry grabbed his arm and literally dragged him back to their beds.
"Leave him, won't do any good talking to him now, he'll just insult you and what not. Best leave him to his own. " Harry said when Dean yanked his arm away from Harry and gave him a disapproving look.
" But…we can't leave him down there like that."
" Yes we can and we will. Look Dean I know you care and all but there is really nothing we can do now. He's not going to listen to me or you, so leave it be and get some sleep."
"I don't understand, why's he drinking himself stupid, He seemed happy enough tonight. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
" He's my best friend and I love him to death he's like a brother to me."
" I know so why are you just leaving him down there? Maybe he needs someone to talk to; maybe he's upset over something. There has to be a reason for him to be drinking."
" A drunk needs no reason." Harry said before he turned and finished going up the stairs to his bed.