Title - Let Me Drown 3/? (Who knows) Author - Chaser Disclaimer - This is where I tell you I don't own these characters.I don't own these characters, I borrow them on the weekends. Pairings - Dean x Ron (or the other way around when I get there), Ginny X Neville, Harry x Fern (OC mentioned) Rating - R Notes: This was suppose to be for Zy's challenge but I don't think it worked out that way. Yet there is still a chance it might. I will get them on that field, even if it kills me!!! I don't think there is a plot in this either but if you find it, please tell me where it is.

Let Me Drown - Chapter 3

Dean stared at Harry in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Harry would say such a thing about his best friend. The friend he has known all his life and risked his life to save when necessary.

" You're wrong, that's not true."

Sighing Harry turned when he reached the top step. Harry took a moment before he responded. "Believe what you like but I'm going to bed. I suggest you do the same."

He had heard the door to the room they spent in open and close. That was the last he heard and saw of Harry.

Standing in the middle of the second floors staircase, Dean bit down on his lip and tried figure out what he should do. He could hear the sounds of Ron's bottle hitting the table. He thought about what Harry had said about Ron being drunk again. If it was true that he was becoming or had already become a drunk, why had he dismissed him so quickly? Shouldn't he be trying to help? What had happened before he met Ron on the street the night before that had the best of friends acting like this towards each other?

Decided it was better to find out then to stand there thinking about it, Dean went back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Slowly he walked in; Ron was no longer sitting at the table. He was looking for something in the cupboards. Dean slowly took a seat in the chair next to where Ron had been sitting. He watched Ron for a while as he looked through cabinets and occasionally cursed that he couldn't find something.

" What are you looking for?" Dean asked in a soft and low voice.

" Something.I know it's here! Where is it! God damns it! " He cursed.

" Ron are you okay?"

Closing the door to the cabinet Ron turned around to see whom was talking to him. Seeing that it was Dean, Ron rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth.

" Didn' I tell youz I don wanna talk ta you?"

" Yeah but I wanted to make sure you were alright."

" I'm fine, now get out of ma face."

" Are you mad at me? I'm sorry about that thing with George, I thought he knew."

" You thought. you fuckin' thought.well you thought fuckin' wrong. Who the fuck do you think ya are. If I wanted to tell, I'da told them. "

" I said I was sorry."

" Sorry my ass, get away from me, get outta my house!"

" Ron I think you need to calm down, it was a mistake. I said I was sorry about that already."

" Fuck you"

"Look Ron, I'm here to try and help you and you're making this real difficult."

" Fuck you and your fuckin' help!" Ron said picking up the bottle he had been drinking out of just moments before and threw it at Dean. " Get out of my house!"

Ducking the bottle, Dean backed out of the kitchen quickly. He had always known Ron was slightly hot headed and stubborn but he had never seen his anger focused towards someone he called a friend.

Dean slowly made his way back up the stairs to the room he was sleeping in. On the stairs he ran into Mr. Weasley. Ron's father was rather old and was attempting to run down the stairs. Dean knew he probably thought there was a burglar or one of the children had gotten out of bed and had gotten hurt.

" It's nothing Mr. Weasley, its just Ron downstairs," Dean said stopping Arthur.

" You sure?" he asked.

Dean said nothing for a moment; he contemplated what he should do. Should he tell Arthur that his youngest son was downstairs in a drunken stupor or should he lie and say that Ron just dropped something?

" Yeah he just dropped something." Dean lied.

Dean helped the aging Mr. Weasley back to his room. He knew he shouldn't have lied but he didn't want to ruin Ginny's wedding. Her wedding was the next afternoon and as Dean laid in his makeshift bed. He decided that tomorrow he would make it his business to keep Ron sober.

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A constant feeling of something pulling on his nose woke Ron up the next morning. His nieces Bleu and Lime were pulling on his nose to see if he would wake up.

" Come on quit it!" Ron said swatting at the small hands.

" Uncle Ron, why you sleeping on the grass?" Lime asked.

" It not soft like the bed." Bleu added, looking quite puzzled.

Sighing Ron sat up; " I was testing it."

" For what? Mommy says only doggie's sleep on grass. They like it." Bleu said standing up and giving him a matter of fact look.

Lime being the younger of the two and at the age of three, began to scream that her uncle was not a dog, he was as she put it " A people".

Grabbing side of his head Ron shushed the little girls. It felt as if his brain had melted and was seeping out of his ears.

Quietly he got up, patted both girls on the head and headed for the sanctity of the house. Inside it was total chaos. There were people everywhere. There were children crying, parents scolding and comforting, people screaming orders and requests across the room. People knocked into him and before he could object they were out of sight.

His mother was in the kitchen making a gigantic meal, " Ron honey, you're up.good. Do you want something to eat?" Which turned his stomach.

Running for the bathroom, he ran into a problem. Ginny had locked herself up in the bathroom. She was having a bout with wedding day jitters.

Ron ran to the other bathroom in the house that was on the second floor. That one had a line of people waiting to shower. With both hands clasped over his mouth he desecrated a potted plant that was in grave need of some water.

" How you are feeling?" he heard someone ask him.

" Peachy." He managed to say before his stomach's contents became public knowledge once again.

Harry didn't stay around to watch the aftermath of Ron's nighttime adventures; instead he went and got his friend a towel.

" Here and clean up a bit before anyone sees you. You look like crap."

Grabbing the towel, Ron cleaned off his face and looked Harry in the eye. " Thanks, I'll go do that." he said sarcastically.

The two didn't say anything else to each other. Ron went to his room, while Harry found himself helping with the last minute preparations.

Inside his room Ron threw himself on the bed. He felt like death warmed over and the feeling wasn't getting any better. As he lay there, arms covering his closed eyes, there as a soft knock at the door.

" Who is it?" Ron screamed. No one answered him as they knocked again. " Who is it?" He asked again but again there was no answer. Ron was tempted to tell who ever it was to go to hell and stop knocking on the door, his head hurt but voted against it. Knowing his luck it would be one of his nieces or nephews.

By the fourth knock Ron angrily jumped off the bed and opened the door forcefully." WHAT!"

Standing in the doorway was no one but he could see the blur of a running Weasley child. Sucking his teeth he closed the door and deiced that he should attempt to get ready for the wedding.

" Stupid wedding, I hate weddings. If it weren't because mom would chew me a new hole, I wouldn't even be here. God I need a drink!" Ron said to himself as he rummaged through his bags for his things. Finding a small bottle of whiskey he kept in his jacket for the cold walks home.

" Ron are you in there?" he heard Dean call from the other side of the door as he downed the small amount of alcohol.

" Yeah,"

" You dressed?"

" Yeah, what you want?" he said as he frantically looked around the room for a hiding place for the liquor bottle. Ron looked out of the window with thoughts of discarding the bottle in the back yard but the thought was cut short with the sight of mini family members playing. "Shit!" he whispered. He didn't want Dean to see him drinking so early in the day. He couldn't quite explain it but he wanted Dean to continue to thinking of him in a good way. He didn't want him to get the impression that he was a drunk, which he wasn't in his opinion.

" Umm.can I talk to you?"

"Yeah gimme a sec okay." Ron said walking towards the door and hiding the bottle under the pillow.

Ron opened the door and quickly moved back to his opened bag of clothes. Dean walked in and closed the door behind him.

" So what's on your mind?" Ron asked.

" I wanted to talk about last night."

" What about it?"

"Ron last night you were drinking again."

" Yeah so I had a little drink, what about it?"

" It's not my place and I really don't know a lot about what's going on but it looked to me like you like to drink a bit too much. Kinda like you have a little drinking problem."

Pulling a white shirt out of his bag, Ron scoffed at the words. " I don't have a drinking problem. I had a drink last night big deal. What now I can't have a drink or two. I am a grown man you know, I'm not some little kid."

"I know that, I'm not implying that you are, it's just.you see." Dean paused, searching for the right words.

" It's what? It's not a big deal. "

" But Ron, last night Harry and I found you in the kitchen totally smashed."

Ron back went stiff." Oh I get it now, he sent you in here."

" No I." Dean began but Ron cut him off.

" Well you go and tell Harry, if he has something to say to me, he should say it to my face." He said as he threw his shirt on the bed.

" But he didn't send me." Dean tried to say in his and Harry's defense but was again cut off before he could finish his statement.

" And if that's all you came in here for, I have to get dressed for MY sisters wedding so could you give a little privacy." Ron said in an annoyed tone of voice as he began to unbutton his pants, to emphasize the need for some privacy.

Dean looked in disbelief at what was happening. He was beginning to feel as if he was trapped in some sort of horrible nightmare.

" Ron look if you'd give me a minute you'd find out Harry didn't send me in here to talk to you."

" Yeah whatever."

" I came because I wanted to. "

" Look as much as I'm enjoying this thrilling conversation but I have things to do and your holding me up. So can you get on with it, I'm really not in the mood for free flashing today."

" Ron look I'm just trying to help here. " Dean pleaded.

" Dean see here, I'm a grown man, if I feel like having a drink after everyone's gone to bed, I will. It's none for you business and I'd appreciate it if you'd get your nose out from where it don't belong. " Ron said as he opened the door and motioned his head for Dean to leave.

Feeling defeated Dean walked through the opened door and left Ron to get ready. A sarcastic thanks was all he heard as the door closed behind him. As he was walking from the room, Dean ran into one of Ron's brothers.

" Hey, you seen Ron?" Bill asked.

" He's in there." Dean said pointing towards the room he has just left.

" Oh thanks, Mom's having a fit. Someone got into Dad's stash of old liquor."

" Oh!" Dean stated trying not to sound as if he knew anything. " So what does that have to do with Ron?'

" Nothing really, dad said you said he was down there last night. I bet he was looking for something and broke the bottle or moved it. He was never good at hiding his messes." Bill smirked. " You'd think with us for brothers he'd have learned something." Dean gave Bill a halfhearted smile and agreed. Bill patted him on the back and went inside the room.

'If he disliked me before, he's gonna a hate me now.' Dean thought as he made his way back downstairs.