Disclaimer: See Part One
A/N: WOO-HOO! Finals are over! No more Calculus. for a month! I got this out as soon as I could but well, my beta is off gallivanting in Canada! So my grammar, ect may not be perfect. Oh well.
Ron tried to stand back up. 'This is not one of my brighter ideas,' thought the red haired boy as he sank in to the blackness of unconsciousness.
Harry was shocked as he saw his best friend's eyes roll back in to his head then fully collapse. 'This is not good, not good at all.' He ran across the room and gently lifted Ron into his arms. He was amazed at how light the cataleptic boy was. ' I shouldn't be surprised though; I saw how thin he was. How could we let this happen? How could I let this happen?'
He noticed that the insensate boy was shivering with cold and that his lips were turning slightly blue. Realizing that while he was only slightly cool to some one with practically no body fat the room's temperature would be freezing. He lowered his friend into his bed, knowing that it would be warmer than the boy's own, which was covered in threadbare blankets. He tucked the blankets around Ron, trying to get them as close as possible to the trembling boy.
He heard a rustling by the door and looked up to see Hermione and Professor Dumbledore walking into the room. Harry looked pleadingly at the headmaster. As the two came closer to the bed, the white haired man sighed.
"I had been expecting something of this sort for a while. I did not think that it would be quite this bad though. All will be well though in time." The students looked at him confusedly.
"But what is wrong with Ron? Should we take him to the hospital wing? How can we help? What caused this?"
Dumbledore smiled gently. "Over the past seven years, the three of you have been put through great deals of stress; each of you has dealt with it in a different way. Hermione put extra time into her studies, you, Harry, through Quidditch but Ronald has not truly dealt with this stress. He has bottled it up. He most likely thought that everyone else would think less of him if he admitted that he needed help." He reached a hand into his robes and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. He penned a note quickly and handed to Hermione. "Give this to Professor McGonagall; it will explain why you are late and where Mr.'s Potter and Weasley are. Harry, I would like it if you would stay with Ronald today. Send me an owl when he awakens, although I do not think that it will be soon."
Harry nodded his head and Dumbledore left the room. Hermione walked over to where the black haired boy was standing. She hugged him and said lovingly, "Take care of the idiot, ok?" She leaned down and brushed a motherly kiss on the sleeping boy's forehead. After squeezing Harry's hand, she exited the room.
Harry sighed. What was he supposed to do now? He decided that he might as well get some more sleep, but how was he to know when Ron woke up. For that matter, where was he to sleep since Ron was in his bed. He figured that he could sleep in Ron's bed, but that wouldn't allow him to know when his friend roused.
He mentally shrugged then pulled off his shoes, robe and tie. Pulling back the cover, he slid into bed next to his slumbering friend. He closed the curtains so that they wouldn't be disturbed by light or by their roommates entering the room. He took the now smaller boy in to his arms and breathed in his scent. The redhead's scent never failed to comfort Harry, it reminded him of the Burrow and times that were full of joy, laughter and multiple Weasleys.
He hadn't been to the Burrow since before the fall of Voldermort. He had spent the summer with Sirius, learning about his father and mother, about his past. He'd laid many ghosts to rest this summer and felt that he was closer to being the Harry Potter that everyone but he thought that he was.
He ran a hand through Ron's silky red hair. When Harry had gotten into the bed, he had slid into the side the Ron was facing. Had he been awake, he would have seen the object of his affections run a light fingertip over his lower lip before gently kissing it.
The black haired boy sighed again before lying back and pulling the slight boy on top of him. Ron settled easily on top of Harry. He slid a leg slightly bent over the other's legs and threw another around his neck while the other delved under the pillow.
Harry couldn't remember ever being more comfortable. He rearranged himself slightly so that he had his arm around the other boy's waist and his head was resting on Harry's shoulder. He was running his hand up and down the redhead's back in a protective gesture.
His thoughts went back to the last person he had lain in a bed with. Cho Chang. He let out a cross breath disturbing the slumbering one's hair. Cho. That was one of the biggest disappointments of his life. He had built her up in his mind to be this wonderful kind sweet giving person when she was almost the complete opposite. All she wanted was the attention that he was getting from having defeated Voldermort. He soon realized that she was not the person that he has thought she was. He hadn't told anyone of their breaking up, not wanting to admit he had been wrong about the person he had been "in love" with for so long.
He really didn't think that he had ever truly loved her. He honestly thought that the reason that he had become fixated on her was that all the other people in his year were beginning to notice the opposite sex and he wasn't. She seemed like one of the most unattainable outside the Slytherins. So he made up the lie that he really liked her and ended up believing it himself.
He yawned, the warm weight of his Wheezy on top of him. He had never been interested in the opposite sex. He had been too interested in his best friend, the one who stood by him and loved him. He pressed a kiss into Ron's soft hair and closed his eyes. He whispered "I love you" right before he drifted off to sleep.
A/N: WOO-HOO! Finals are over! No more Calculus. for a month! I got this out as soon as I could but well, my beta is off gallivanting in Canada! So my grammar, ect may not be perfect. Oh well.
Ron tried to stand back up. 'This is not one of my brighter ideas,' thought the red haired boy as he sank in to the blackness of unconsciousness.
Harry was shocked as he saw his best friend's eyes roll back in to his head then fully collapse. 'This is not good, not good at all.' He ran across the room and gently lifted Ron into his arms. He was amazed at how light the cataleptic boy was. ' I shouldn't be surprised though; I saw how thin he was. How could we let this happen? How could I let this happen?'
He noticed that the insensate boy was shivering with cold and that his lips were turning slightly blue. Realizing that while he was only slightly cool to some one with practically no body fat the room's temperature would be freezing. He lowered his friend into his bed, knowing that it would be warmer than the boy's own, which was covered in threadbare blankets. He tucked the blankets around Ron, trying to get them as close as possible to the trembling boy.
He heard a rustling by the door and looked up to see Hermione and Professor Dumbledore walking into the room. Harry looked pleadingly at the headmaster. As the two came closer to the bed, the white haired man sighed.
"I had been expecting something of this sort for a while. I did not think that it would be quite this bad though. All will be well though in time." The students looked at him confusedly.
"But what is wrong with Ron? Should we take him to the hospital wing? How can we help? What caused this?"
Dumbledore smiled gently. "Over the past seven years, the three of you have been put through great deals of stress; each of you has dealt with it in a different way. Hermione put extra time into her studies, you, Harry, through Quidditch but Ronald has not truly dealt with this stress. He has bottled it up. He most likely thought that everyone else would think less of him if he admitted that he needed help." He reached a hand into his robes and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. He penned a note quickly and handed to Hermione. "Give this to Professor McGonagall; it will explain why you are late and where Mr.'s Potter and Weasley are. Harry, I would like it if you would stay with Ronald today. Send me an owl when he awakens, although I do not think that it will be soon."
Harry nodded his head and Dumbledore left the room. Hermione walked over to where the black haired boy was standing. She hugged him and said lovingly, "Take care of the idiot, ok?" She leaned down and brushed a motherly kiss on the sleeping boy's forehead. After squeezing Harry's hand, she exited the room.
Harry sighed. What was he supposed to do now? He decided that he might as well get some more sleep, but how was he to know when Ron woke up. For that matter, where was he to sleep since Ron was in his bed. He figured that he could sleep in Ron's bed, but that wouldn't allow him to know when his friend roused.
He mentally shrugged then pulled off his shoes, robe and tie. Pulling back the cover, he slid into bed next to his slumbering friend. He closed the curtains so that they wouldn't be disturbed by light or by their roommates entering the room. He took the now smaller boy in to his arms and breathed in his scent. The redhead's scent never failed to comfort Harry, it reminded him of the Burrow and times that were full of joy, laughter and multiple Weasleys.
He hadn't been to the Burrow since before the fall of Voldermort. He had spent the summer with Sirius, learning about his father and mother, about his past. He'd laid many ghosts to rest this summer and felt that he was closer to being the Harry Potter that everyone but he thought that he was.
He ran a hand through Ron's silky red hair. When Harry had gotten into the bed, he had slid into the side the Ron was facing. Had he been awake, he would have seen the object of his affections run a light fingertip over his lower lip before gently kissing it.
The black haired boy sighed again before lying back and pulling the slight boy on top of him. Ron settled easily on top of Harry. He slid a leg slightly bent over the other's legs and threw another around his neck while the other delved under the pillow.
Harry couldn't remember ever being more comfortable. He rearranged himself slightly so that he had his arm around the other boy's waist and his head was resting on Harry's shoulder. He was running his hand up and down the redhead's back in a protective gesture.
His thoughts went back to the last person he had lain in a bed with. Cho Chang. He let out a cross breath disturbing the slumbering one's hair. Cho. That was one of the biggest disappointments of his life. He had built her up in his mind to be this wonderful kind sweet giving person when she was almost the complete opposite. All she wanted was the attention that he was getting from having defeated Voldermort. He soon realized that she was not the person that he has thought she was. He hadn't told anyone of their breaking up, not wanting to admit he had been wrong about the person he had been "in love" with for so long.
He really didn't think that he had ever truly loved her. He honestly thought that the reason that he had become fixated on her was that all the other people in his year were beginning to notice the opposite sex and he wasn't. She seemed like one of the most unattainable outside the Slytherins. So he made up the lie that he really liked her and ended up believing it himself.
He yawned, the warm weight of his Wheezy on top of him. He had never been interested in the opposite sex. He had been too interested in his best friend, the one who stood by him and loved him. He pressed a kiss into Ron's soft hair and closed his eyes. He whispered "I love you" right before he drifted off to sleep.