Ron looked at Harry as he sat on the bed. He really wanted to clear some
things up before his mother came to talk to him. He felt he need to
understand all the things going on between Harry and him before tacking the
issues he had with his mother and the way he had felt growing up.
The red haired boy opened his mouth to speak when there was a knock at the door. He growled in the back of his throat. "Come in!"
The door opened and in walked Dobby. "Other Wheezy said bring Harry Potter and his Wheezy food. So here Dobby is."
"Thank you, Dobby. If you could just set is over there." Harry smiled at the odd house elf. 'Sorry, Hermione, just elf.' He pointed to a bedside table.
Dobby seemed to realize that Harry and Ron needed to be alone. He set the tray down and left the room.
Harry picked up a sandwich and handed it to Ron who immediately tried to hand it back. Harry had already turned his back and was picking up another one for himself. When he sat back down he had goblet of pumpkin juice in one hand and a sandwich in the other.
"Harry, I'm not hungry. Really I'm not." Ron set the food on the bed and looked imploringly at the other boy.
The black haired boy shook his head. He knew Ron had to eat; he couldn't remember the last time he had actually seen the red head eat. "Ron, when was the last time you ate? I can't remember when? I bet you can't either. Please eat half the sandwich. Please."
Harry knew that Ron's stomach would have shrunk and be able to accommodate the normal amount of food for his size. He also knew that if he that if Ron ate too much it could be dangerous. He'd read that if a person ate too much after not eating anything or very little that it could result in stomach pains and even death. He did not want that to happen. He didn't want to think… couldn't think of a world with out Ron.
Ron, on the other hand, looked at the food and blanched. He did not want to eat. He was not hungry and the thought of putting food in his mouth made him a little green. But he would do anything for Harry and Harry wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He sighed and took a bite. After he chewed and swallowed, he realized that he was hungry. Harry had been right; he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten.
Harry watched as Ron ate half of it in record time. He saw Ron look longingly at the other half the lean over and set it on the tray on the table. Ron looked at the pumpkin juice in Harry's hand and when Harry handed it over he gulped it down. When he handed it back, Harry noticed that he had a 'mustache' over his mouth.
Ron was looking at him rather oddly when he realized that he must have been staring. He reached over and ran his thumb across the pumpkin juice mustache then liked it off his thumb.
The red head blushed and looked down. "Um, Harry… There was something that I wanted to ask you about. I mean… well."
Harry knew what he wanted to ask, but didn't know how. " You want to know what happened with Cho, right?" The other boy nodded.
"Well, as you know Cho finally said that she would go out with me after I defeated Voldermort. What I didn't know was that she didn't like me for me. She wanted to date the famous Harry Potter, not me. Not just Harry. I figured it out after about a month. She was a completely different person when there weren't other people around. It makes me wonder if she had any feelings for Cedric either."
Ron reached over and grabbed Harry's hand. He knew that even to that day to even think of Cedric and how he died caused immense pain for the brunette.
Harry went on. "I never even liked Cho. I think that year everyone was discovering girls and I didn't like them. So I picked out a pretty girl who was unattainable. I think that I lied to myself so long that I ended up believing that lie. Cho and I broke up over the summer. I guess I just didn't want to admit that I'd been wrong about her and my judgments of her. I mean, I was supposed to be Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and the one who beat Lord Voldermort. Far be it from me to admit that I was wrong."
He pulled their held hands to his lips and ran a kiss over Ron's knuckles. "It also might be the fact that I didn't want the world to know that I was gay. Especially when I didn't think that I could ever have the one I wanted. When I didn't think that you liked guys that way. I was never attracted to Cho. It's hard to be attracted to a black haired olive skinned girl when you are in love red haired pale freckle skinned boy."
"Why didn't you tell Hermione and I? We're your best friends, we would never ever judge you." Ron was perplexed; he couldn't understand why Harry wouldn't share that with them. "I understand why you wouldn't want to tell us that you were gay. But why didn't you tell us that you didn't like Cho?"
"It's hard to admit that I was wrong even to the two of you. You both had told me that you didn't think that Cho was right to me and I had insisted that I knew what I was doing. I didn't, I fully admit that now." Harry pulled his hand from Ron's and cupped his face. Brown eyes met green. "Ron, what I want to know is why you didn't tell us about playing McGonagall and why you didn't tell us how you felt about your mother's actions toward you."
Ron tried to look away but Harry had a tight hold on his face. "I just didn't think that it was very important. Who really cares if someone plays chess well? When he really isn't any good at other things? It just didn't occur to me that any one would care. Why would anyone care what Ron Weasley the chess player did when you could pay attention to his best friends, Hermione Granger the cleverest witch in her class and Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, The Youngest Seeker in a Century."
He tried to pull away but Harry pulled him over. Not wanting to look at Harry, Ron buried his head in the other boy's neck. "As for the thing with Mum, I didn't want to admit to you and to myself that I felt like I was totally worthless. That I didn't really matter and if I disappeared that no one would really care that I was gone. I was the sidekick that no one really noticed. When Mum yelled, it was almost like at least she notices me. I hated it but it was like I needed it at the same time. I would avoid her whenever possible but you can't always do that."
Harry felt hot tears on his neck. The redhead was sobbing. "She would notice me. But it never made me feel better. If I were invisible then I couldn't be hurt as badly but when she was there I couldn't be. I've gotten to the point where I don't really want people to notice me but it hurts when they don't."
Ron's body was shaking with wrenching sobs. Harry didn't know how much this took out of Ron to admit these things; he'd never been in such a situation like this before. All he really cared about was letting Ron know that he loved him.
Harry bent to his head to whisper in Ron's ear when he realized that there were strands of hair sticking to his face. He was crying too. "Ron, I love you and you will never be invisible again."
The two cried until it seemed that there were no tears left. Ron looked up at Harry after the tremors had left his body. When the red tinged eyes met his, he realized that while it wasn't ok now that it would be ok, he was sure of it. He yawned and curled up in Harry's arms. The mixture of the food in his stomach, the crying jag and the lack of real sleep was making him sleepy. Harry slid his arms under Ron's legs and stood up. He put him back down on the bed and slid under the covers.
He was definitely sure that school was out by now and that their roommates were being asked to stay away. He closed his eyes and pulled the other boy even closer to him. He needed time to ponder and take in all the Ron had told him early. It hurt him to realize that he allowed Ron to feel this way. All he could do know is not allow him to feel that way again.
A/N: Wow, I was really worried that it wouldn't be very long at all! I guess that long drama comes out when you're watch one of the most dramatic shows on TV… when there's a freaking marathon! Real World is not a show to watch/listen to for 8, 9 hours straight! Oh well! Um, hope y'all enjoy this; I wanted to get the Harry/Ron confrontation out before I tackled the Molly/Ron one. Read, Review and Be Merry!
The red haired boy opened his mouth to speak when there was a knock at the door. He growled in the back of his throat. "Come in!"
The door opened and in walked Dobby. "Other Wheezy said bring Harry Potter and his Wheezy food. So here Dobby is."
"Thank you, Dobby. If you could just set is over there." Harry smiled at the odd house elf. 'Sorry, Hermione, just elf.' He pointed to a bedside table.
Dobby seemed to realize that Harry and Ron needed to be alone. He set the tray down and left the room.
Harry picked up a sandwich and handed it to Ron who immediately tried to hand it back. Harry had already turned his back and was picking up another one for himself. When he sat back down he had goblet of pumpkin juice in one hand and a sandwich in the other.
"Harry, I'm not hungry. Really I'm not." Ron set the food on the bed and looked imploringly at the other boy.
The black haired boy shook his head. He knew Ron had to eat; he couldn't remember the last time he had actually seen the red head eat. "Ron, when was the last time you ate? I can't remember when? I bet you can't either. Please eat half the sandwich. Please."
Harry knew that Ron's stomach would have shrunk and be able to accommodate the normal amount of food for his size. He also knew that if he that if Ron ate too much it could be dangerous. He'd read that if a person ate too much after not eating anything or very little that it could result in stomach pains and even death. He did not want that to happen. He didn't want to think… couldn't think of a world with out Ron.
Ron, on the other hand, looked at the food and blanched. He did not want to eat. He was not hungry and the thought of putting food in his mouth made him a little green. But he would do anything for Harry and Harry wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He sighed and took a bite. After he chewed and swallowed, he realized that he was hungry. Harry had been right; he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten.
Harry watched as Ron ate half of it in record time. He saw Ron look longingly at the other half the lean over and set it on the tray on the table. Ron looked at the pumpkin juice in Harry's hand and when Harry handed it over he gulped it down. When he handed it back, Harry noticed that he had a 'mustache' over his mouth.
Ron was looking at him rather oddly when he realized that he must have been staring. He reached over and ran his thumb across the pumpkin juice mustache then liked it off his thumb.
The red head blushed and looked down. "Um, Harry… There was something that I wanted to ask you about. I mean… well."
Harry knew what he wanted to ask, but didn't know how. " You want to know what happened with Cho, right?" The other boy nodded.
"Well, as you know Cho finally said that she would go out with me after I defeated Voldermort. What I didn't know was that she didn't like me for me. She wanted to date the famous Harry Potter, not me. Not just Harry. I figured it out after about a month. She was a completely different person when there weren't other people around. It makes me wonder if she had any feelings for Cedric either."
Ron reached over and grabbed Harry's hand. He knew that even to that day to even think of Cedric and how he died caused immense pain for the brunette.
Harry went on. "I never even liked Cho. I think that year everyone was discovering girls and I didn't like them. So I picked out a pretty girl who was unattainable. I think that I lied to myself so long that I ended up believing that lie. Cho and I broke up over the summer. I guess I just didn't want to admit that I'd been wrong about her and my judgments of her. I mean, I was supposed to be Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and the one who beat Lord Voldermort. Far be it from me to admit that I was wrong."
He pulled their held hands to his lips and ran a kiss over Ron's knuckles. "It also might be the fact that I didn't want the world to know that I was gay. Especially when I didn't think that I could ever have the one I wanted. When I didn't think that you liked guys that way. I was never attracted to Cho. It's hard to be attracted to a black haired olive skinned girl when you are in love red haired pale freckle skinned boy."
"Why didn't you tell Hermione and I? We're your best friends, we would never ever judge you." Ron was perplexed; he couldn't understand why Harry wouldn't share that with them. "I understand why you wouldn't want to tell us that you were gay. But why didn't you tell us that you didn't like Cho?"
"It's hard to admit that I was wrong even to the two of you. You both had told me that you didn't think that Cho was right to me and I had insisted that I knew what I was doing. I didn't, I fully admit that now." Harry pulled his hand from Ron's and cupped his face. Brown eyes met green. "Ron, what I want to know is why you didn't tell us about playing McGonagall and why you didn't tell us how you felt about your mother's actions toward you."
Ron tried to look away but Harry had a tight hold on his face. "I just didn't think that it was very important. Who really cares if someone plays chess well? When he really isn't any good at other things? It just didn't occur to me that any one would care. Why would anyone care what Ron Weasley the chess player did when you could pay attention to his best friends, Hermione Granger the cleverest witch in her class and Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, The Youngest Seeker in a Century."
He tried to pull away but Harry pulled him over. Not wanting to look at Harry, Ron buried his head in the other boy's neck. "As for the thing with Mum, I didn't want to admit to you and to myself that I felt like I was totally worthless. That I didn't really matter and if I disappeared that no one would really care that I was gone. I was the sidekick that no one really noticed. When Mum yelled, it was almost like at least she notices me. I hated it but it was like I needed it at the same time. I would avoid her whenever possible but you can't always do that."
Harry felt hot tears on his neck. The redhead was sobbing. "She would notice me. But it never made me feel better. If I were invisible then I couldn't be hurt as badly but when she was there I couldn't be. I've gotten to the point where I don't really want people to notice me but it hurts when they don't."
Ron's body was shaking with wrenching sobs. Harry didn't know how much this took out of Ron to admit these things; he'd never been in such a situation like this before. All he really cared about was letting Ron know that he loved him.
Harry bent to his head to whisper in Ron's ear when he realized that there were strands of hair sticking to his face. He was crying too. "Ron, I love you and you will never be invisible again."
The two cried until it seemed that there were no tears left. Ron looked up at Harry after the tremors had left his body. When the red tinged eyes met his, he realized that while it wasn't ok now that it would be ok, he was sure of it. He yawned and curled up in Harry's arms. The mixture of the food in his stomach, the crying jag and the lack of real sleep was making him sleepy. Harry slid his arms under Ron's legs and stood up. He put him back down on the bed and slid under the covers.
He was definitely sure that school was out by now and that their roommates were being asked to stay away. He closed his eyes and pulled the other boy even closer to him. He needed time to ponder and take in all the Ron had told him early. It hurt him to realize that he allowed Ron to feel this way. All he could do know is not allow him to feel that way again.
A/N: Wow, I was really worried that it wouldn't be very long at all! I guess that long drama comes out when you're watch one of the most dramatic shows on TV… when there's a freaking marathon! Real World is not a show to watch/listen to for 8, 9 hours straight! Oh well! Um, hope y'all enjoy this; I wanted to get the Harry/Ron confrontation out before I tackled the Molly/Ron one. Read, Review and Be Merry!