I Can't Believe Harry Potter Slash Fanfiction by Raven
Author's Note: Am I disturbing you? Good! ^_^ I am evil, I know.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine! Shite...
Warning: This is SLASH. Boy on boy action here little ones. This fic also has rape in it so if you can't deal, off you go then!
And since ff.net doesn't put the italics in on my stories, or bold lettering...growl.. // Someone's thoughts \\ Someone's little voice
/God I feel like shite.../ Ron's mind slowly came into consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling. He wiped the drool away from him chin and he ran his hand up his chest noticing the he wore no shirt. He looked down and found him self completely starkers. /What the hell happened?/ Ron gazed around once more. /This isn't my bed.../ Everything came rushing back to him in a split second.
"Holy fuck!"
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After Ron had fallen asleep, Harry lay there hating him. Wishing with all his heart that he had never met Ron five years ago. Actually starting to wish that he had chosen Malfoy.../Harry, get a hold of yourself. You need to get out of here before Ron wakes up! You don't have any idea what he'll do next!/
Harry gently pushed Ron onto his back, off of him. He sat up and felt around for his boxers. Finding them, he slipped them back up legs. Then he grabbed his glasses off the bedside table and went around to his trunk. Lifting the lid up and glancing at Ron's unconscious form, Harry grabbed some clothes, his wand, and his invisibility cloak.
Harry dressed quickly and slipped out of the curtains surrounding he bed, casting a look around the room, his eyes falling lastly on his own bed, Harry went through the dorm door down to the common room.
/I need to get out of here. I feel like I'm suffocating./ Harry dashed through the common room and out of the portrait hole. Wrapping his invisibility cloak around him securely, Harry went down to the entrance of Hogwarts and outside. Taking a huge breath of the crisp clean air he made his way slowly to the lake.
Harry could see the giant squid dancing in the moonlight, and he sat down by the lake's edge. /Damn you, Ron. I can't believe you'd do something like that./ Tears flew from his eyes. He brought his legs to his chest, buried his face into his knees and wept until well after the sun rose.
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" 'Mione! 'Mione!" Ron ran into the Gryffindor table. "Ow ow ow... 'Mione, have you seen Harry?" He rubbed his knee, "I really *really* need to speak with him!" He stared at her hopefully.
"No, Ron, I haven't. Not today. Why? What happened?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously over her gigantic book.
"Er..." Ron glanced guiltily down, "Nothing happened. I just need to talk to Harry." He kicked the floor with the toe of his shoe. Hermione raised her eyebrow slightly.
"You'll have to wait to see him in class. We have charms in fifteen minutes, and you can go looking everywhere for him and then show up late. So sit down and eat something." Hermione went back to reading about the Decree of 1767, which stated you couldn't decapitate any werewolves just because you were having a bad day.
Ron sat dejectedly, and spooned some eggs onto him plate. /God, Harry. I hope your all right./
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Meanwhile, just as everyone was in the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry was making his way back up to his dorm room. He felt dirty and wanted to take a hot shower without being interrupted. Harry felt as if he was just plopped in troll droppings and was forced to roll around in them. He felt like he wanted to rip off ten layers of his skin, and hide in the shadows for the rest of his life.
Harry gave a deep mournful sigh as he undressed and turned on the hot water tap full blast. He stepped under the flow and let the water run over his small body giving it a red tinge. / Last night never happened. Ron never would have done that. It was all a horrible nightmare./ He raised his head to the tap and let the water burn his face. / Yes, only a nightmare./
\Do you really believe that, Harry?/
/Yes, I do. Nothing like that would ever happen.\
\Don't lie to yourself.\
Harry growled. He never liked that little voice in his head, because it was always right. But, it always pestered him, in everything, right or wrong. He hated it now, as much as he hated Ro-. /Stop!/ Harry tried to make his mind go blank. Blank was good. When your mind had no thoughts, you couldn't get sad. Or angry. Harry was doing a good job at it, when he heard a small cough from the door way.
Harry twirled around, slipped on the water and landed hard on his already sore behind. Looking down at him with sympathy in his blue eyes, was Ron.
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/I can't stand this./ Ron had only sat down five minutes ago and he already wanted to leave to go look for Harry. / I don't care if I'm late./ He got up hurriedly and left the Great Hall, hearing Hermione's 'Ron! Where are you going?', and choosing to ignore it.
/Maybe Harry's back in the dorm?/ Ron thought. He ran up the stairways and down the halls to the portrait of the Fat Lady, panting slightly.
"Hello. Can you tell me if Harry came back here after everyone left?"
"Why, yes he did young man. He looked absolutely awful!" Ron cringed at the last words.
"Thank you. Superfluous." Ron muttered the password, feeling like his heart was ripping in two from knowing he caused and was causing Harry pain. He trudged up the stairs toward his dorm having little to no idea what he would say to Harry. He didn't think a simple 'I'm sorry' would help in the least. He just hoped that Harry wouldn't cast Avada Kedavra on him the moment he saw him.
Once he was in the dorm, Ron cast his eyes about the room. He walked slowly to Harry's bed and opened the curtains. No Harry. Ron strained his ears and he heard water running. /He's showering./
/God, a naked, wet Harry...Must see him.../ He scampered towards the bathroom doors and silently opened them making sure that Harry didn't here him enter.
Ron's mouth dropped open at the site. Water was slowly running down Harry tight, lithe form. Steam rising around him, almost trying to protect him from prying eyes. He saw Harry run his hands slowly through his hair. /Oh, I want him so much./ Ron's eyes glazed over a bit, and he could feel a stirring in his loins.\No! Not a good idea right now!\
Ron coughed, making himself known. Harry reeled around quickly, and ended up with his bottom connecting with the floor with a loud smacking sound. Ron's eyes lost the lusty gaze in them as he saw the scared look on the boy face. / How could I have ever done something that horrible to my best friend?/
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They stayed absolutely still, no one moving a single inch. Water still beat down on Harry's naked form, Ron shifted from foot to foot looking increasingly nervous. Neither of them knew what to say, but the silence was unbearable, and Ron was the first to break it.
"Harry?" At the sound of his name, he threw himself at the wall behind him, trying to get as far away from Ron as possible in this bathroom. He stared on with lurid horror, as Ron, took a cautious step forward. He smashed himself closer to the wall, hoping that if he pushed hard enough he would go through it. Ron took another step. Harry's eyes widened in terrorized fascination as he wondered how in blazing hell could Ron even *think* of coming near him.
"Stay back..." Harry croaked, flinging his head to the side so he wouldn't have to look at the beast standing in front of him. /Yes, Harry, it really happened. I won't lie to myself. He rap-/
"Harry, please..." Ron treaded forward slowly, not unnoticed by Harry.
He felt, though couldn't see, Ron right above him. He felt Ron reaching out to touch him. Harry shot forward with a cry, on his knees toward the door, not wanting to be anywhere near Ron. He didn't get very far, Ron grabbed him from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around his arms and chest. He screamed.
"Get your filthy hands off of me! Let me go! Let go!" Harry clawed at Ron's arms but Ron only held Harry closer to his body trying to soothe him, as Harry let out heart wrenching sobs.
"Calm down Harry! I'm not going to hurt you. Please settle down. Please... Harry...I'm sorry. I never meant to do that." Ron rocked them back and forth gently, as Harry's sobs echoed of the tiled walls back at them.
"Leggo Ron. P-please..." Harry's voice mumbled. Ron leaned his head on the back of Harry's neck, the wet hairs tickling his forehead softly.
"Listen to me. I'm sorry, I never meant for anything like that to happen. I never meant to hurt you Harry. I love you, I never meant to cause you pain. I'm sorry..." Ron's voice was muffled by Harry's skin.
Harry had quieted down, and stared out straight ahead into nothing, his mind was blank as he tried to forget where he was. Ron was still rocking them slowly, and his words were a whispered gentle breeze against Harry's damp skin.
"I'm sorry...so sorry. Harry..." Ron began to nuzzle into Harry's back softly. "Forgive me, love...sorry..." His voice took on a breathy air, and he could feeling something twitching between his legs. /Oh, Harry.../ "Harry...so sorry..." He placed a firm kiss at the base of Harry's neck.
That's when Harry's mind came back into focus. Ron's grip had loosened, and he wrenched himself out of the confining arms around him.
"No!" he screamed, " Don't you ever touch me again!" Harry stood up, and faced Ron, spitting with rage. " I can't believe you! I hate you! If you ever, *ever* think of even laying so much as a finger on me again, I will kill you in the worst possible way!" His emerald eyes flashed with fury.
Ron kneeling on the floor, looked up at Harry, shocked out of his mind that he had almost let something like that happen again. He was speechless. Harry grabbed his glasses, and his wand, and stormed out of the bathroom naked and dripping.
Harry went to his bed, ripped off his bedding, threw it at Ron's bed, and shut his curtains around it. Then he started to cast every sealing charm he knew, so Ron couldn't get to him again, at all. Right after that, some silencing charms, blocking all sounds that came in and all that came out. Finally he fell on to his bed, tears streaming down his face, exhausted. He wouldn't be going to classes today.
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Ron got up off the bathroom floor, and walked into the dorm. He noticed a pile of red cloth throw near his bed. He walked over to it. / Shite, S'Arry's sheets.../ He went over to the shut curtains around Harry's bed. He called out softly.
"Mate?" Nothing. /I guess he won't be talking to me for a while.../ Ron thought sadly. He went over to his bed and lay down, facing Harry's. /I messed up royally, again.../ He sighed.
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AN: Oi! What will happen to Harry and Ron? Will 'Mione find out? And should Draco even come into the picture? Tell me what you think!
Author's Note: Am I disturbing you? Good! ^_^ I am evil, I know.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine! Shite...
Warning: This is SLASH. Boy on boy action here little ones. This fic also has rape in it so if you can't deal, off you go then!
And since ff.net doesn't put the italics in on my stories, or bold lettering...growl.. // Someone's thoughts \\ Someone's little voice
/God I feel like shite.../ Ron's mind slowly came into consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling. He wiped the drool away from him chin and he ran his hand up his chest noticing the he wore no shirt. He looked down and found him self completely starkers. /What the hell happened?/ Ron gazed around once more. /This isn't my bed.../ Everything came rushing back to him in a split second.
"Holy fuck!"
~
After Ron had fallen asleep, Harry lay there hating him. Wishing with all his heart that he had never met Ron five years ago. Actually starting to wish that he had chosen Malfoy.../Harry, get a hold of yourself. You need to get out of here before Ron wakes up! You don't have any idea what he'll do next!/
Harry gently pushed Ron onto his back, off of him. He sat up and felt around for his boxers. Finding them, he slipped them back up legs. Then he grabbed his glasses off the bedside table and went around to his trunk. Lifting the lid up and glancing at Ron's unconscious form, Harry grabbed some clothes, his wand, and his invisibility cloak.
Harry dressed quickly and slipped out of the curtains surrounding he bed, casting a look around the room, his eyes falling lastly on his own bed, Harry went through the dorm door down to the common room.
/I need to get out of here. I feel like I'm suffocating./ Harry dashed through the common room and out of the portrait hole. Wrapping his invisibility cloak around him securely, Harry went down to the entrance of Hogwarts and outside. Taking a huge breath of the crisp clean air he made his way slowly to the lake.
Harry could see the giant squid dancing in the moonlight, and he sat down by the lake's edge. /Damn you, Ron. I can't believe you'd do something like that./ Tears flew from his eyes. He brought his legs to his chest, buried his face into his knees and wept until well after the sun rose.
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" 'Mione! 'Mione!" Ron ran into the Gryffindor table. "Ow ow ow... 'Mione, have you seen Harry?" He rubbed his knee, "I really *really* need to speak with him!" He stared at her hopefully.
"No, Ron, I haven't. Not today. Why? What happened?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously over her gigantic book.
"Er..." Ron glanced guiltily down, "Nothing happened. I just need to talk to Harry." He kicked the floor with the toe of his shoe. Hermione raised her eyebrow slightly.
"You'll have to wait to see him in class. We have charms in fifteen minutes, and you can go looking everywhere for him and then show up late. So sit down and eat something." Hermione went back to reading about the Decree of 1767, which stated you couldn't decapitate any werewolves just because you were having a bad day.
Ron sat dejectedly, and spooned some eggs onto him plate. /God, Harry. I hope your all right./
~
Meanwhile, just as everyone was in the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry was making his way back up to his dorm room. He felt dirty and wanted to take a hot shower without being interrupted. Harry felt as if he was just plopped in troll droppings and was forced to roll around in them. He felt like he wanted to rip off ten layers of his skin, and hide in the shadows for the rest of his life.
Harry gave a deep mournful sigh as he undressed and turned on the hot water tap full blast. He stepped under the flow and let the water run over his small body giving it a red tinge. / Last night never happened. Ron never would have done that. It was all a horrible nightmare./ He raised his head to the tap and let the water burn his face. / Yes, only a nightmare./
\Do you really believe that, Harry?/
/Yes, I do. Nothing like that would ever happen.\
\Don't lie to yourself.\
Harry growled. He never liked that little voice in his head, because it was always right. But, it always pestered him, in everything, right or wrong. He hated it now, as much as he hated Ro-. /Stop!/ Harry tried to make his mind go blank. Blank was good. When your mind had no thoughts, you couldn't get sad. Or angry. Harry was doing a good job at it, when he heard a small cough from the door way.
Harry twirled around, slipped on the water and landed hard on his already sore behind. Looking down at him with sympathy in his blue eyes, was Ron.
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/I can't stand this./ Ron had only sat down five minutes ago and he already wanted to leave to go look for Harry. / I don't care if I'm late./ He got up hurriedly and left the Great Hall, hearing Hermione's 'Ron! Where are you going?', and choosing to ignore it.
/Maybe Harry's back in the dorm?/ Ron thought. He ran up the stairways and down the halls to the portrait of the Fat Lady, panting slightly.
"Hello. Can you tell me if Harry came back here after everyone left?"
"Why, yes he did young man. He looked absolutely awful!" Ron cringed at the last words.
"Thank you. Superfluous." Ron muttered the password, feeling like his heart was ripping in two from knowing he caused and was causing Harry pain. He trudged up the stairs toward his dorm having little to no idea what he would say to Harry. He didn't think a simple 'I'm sorry' would help in the least. He just hoped that Harry wouldn't cast Avada Kedavra on him the moment he saw him.
Once he was in the dorm, Ron cast his eyes about the room. He walked slowly to Harry's bed and opened the curtains. No Harry. Ron strained his ears and he heard water running. /He's showering./
/God, a naked, wet Harry...Must see him.../ He scampered towards the bathroom doors and silently opened them making sure that Harry didn't here him enter.
Ron's mouth dropped open at the site. Water was slowly running down Harry tight, lithe form. Steam rising around him, almost trying to protect him from prying eyes. He saw Harry run his hands slowly through his hair. /Oh, I want him so much./ Ron's eyes glazed over a bit, and he could feel a stirring in his loins.\No! Not a good idea right now!\
Ron coughed, making himself known. Harry reeled around quickly, and ended up with his bottom connecting with the floor with a loud smacking sound. Ron's eyes lost the lusty gaze in them as he saw the scared look on the boy face. / How could I have ever done something that horrible to my best friend?/
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They stayed absolutely still, no one moving a single inch. Water still beat down on Harry's naked form, Ron shifted from foot to foot looking increasingly nervous. Neither of them knew what to say, but the silence was unbearable, and Ron was the first to break it.
"Harry?" At the sound of his name, he threw himself at the wall behind him, trying to get as far away from Ron as possible in this bathroom. He stared on with lurid horror, as Ron, took a cautious step forward. He smashed himself closer to the wall, hoping that if he pushed hard enough he would go through it. Ron took another step. Harry's eyes widened in terrorized fascination as he wondered how in blazing hell could Ron even *think* of coming near him.
"Stay back..." Harry croaked, flinging his head to the side so he wouldn't have to look at the beast standing in front of him. /Yes, Harry, it really happened. I won't lie to myself. He rap-/
"Harry, please..." Ron treaded forward slowly, not unnoticed by Harry.
He felt, though couldn't see, Ron right above him. He felt Ron reaching out to touch him. Harry shot forward with a cry, on his knees toward the door, not wanting to be anywhere near Ron. He didn't get very far, Ron grabbed him from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around his arms and chest. He screamed.
"Get your filthy hands off of me! Let me go! Let go!" Harry clawed at Ron's arms but Ron only held Harry closer to his body trying to soothe him, as Harry let out heart wrenching sobs.
"Calm down Harry! I'm not going to hurt you. Please settle down. Please... Harry...I'm sorry. I never meant to do that." Ron rocked them back and forth gently, as Harry's sobs echoed of the tiled walls back at them.
"Leggo Ron. P-please..." Harry's voice mumbled. Ron leaned his head on the back of Harry's neck, the wet hairs tickling his forehead softly.
"Listen to me. I'm sorry, I never meant for anything like that to happen. I never meant to hurt you Harry. I love you, I never meant to cause you pain. I'm sorry..." Ron's voice was muffled by Harry's skin.
Harry had quieted down, and stared out straight ahead into nothing, his mind was blank as he tried to forget where he was. Ron was still rocking them slowly, and his words were a whispered gentle breeze against Harry's damp skin.
"I'm sorry...so sorry. Harry..." Ron began to nuzzle into Harry's back softly. "Forgive me, love...sorry..." His voice took on a breathy air, and he could feeling something twitching between his legs. /Oh, Harry.../ "Harry...so sorry..." He placed a firm kiss at the base of Harry's neck.
That's when Harry's mind came back into focus. Ron's grip had loosened, and he wrenched himself out of the confining arms around him.
"No!" he screamed, " Don't you ever touch me again!" Harry stood up, and faced Ron, spitting with rage. " I can't believe you! I hate you! If you ever, *ever* think of even laying so much as a finger on me again, I will kill you in the worst possible way!" His emerald eyes flashed with fury.
Ron kneeling on the floor, looked up at Harry, shocked out of his mind that he had almost let something like that happen again. He was speechless. Harry grabbed his glasses, and his wand, and stormed out of the bathroom naked and dripping.
Harry went to his bed, ripped off his bedding, threw it at Ron's bed, and shut his curtains around it. Then he started to cast every sealing charm he knew, so Ron couldn't get to him again, at all. Right after that, some silencing charms, blocking all sounds that came in and all that came out. Finally he fell on to his bed, tears streaming down his face, exhausted. He wouldn't be going to classes today.
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Ron got up off the bathroom floor, and walked into the dorm. He noticed a pile of red cloth throw near his bed. He walked over to it. / Shite, S'Arry's sheets.../ He went over to the shut curtains around Harry's bed. He called out softly.
"Mate?" Nothing. /I guess he won't be talking to me for a while.../ Ron thought sadly. He went over to his bed and lay down, facing Harry's. /I messed up royally, again.../ He sighed.
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AN: Oi! What will happen to Harry and Ron? Will 'Mione find out? And should Draco even come into the picture? Tell me what you think!