Salt in our Wounds
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'll play with them and give them back just like they were before.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!!! ^___^ This chapter may be not very interesting, but it's necessary for background and such.
Chapter 2 (Heaven tonight)
The next morning Ron woke up in Harry's arms like always on their very few free days. The redhead sighed and snuggled closer to his lover. He loved the warmth Harry's body was radiating, loved the way Harry would wrap his arms around his waist so possesively and practically strangle him sometimes. Ron raised his hand so that he could see his watch; 11 AM, maybe, just maybe he could fall asleep again and act as though he had forgotten that they were supposed to have lunch with the Weasleys. Harry groaned and finally woke up; he, too looked at his watch.
"Ron! Why didn't you wake me?"
"I just wanted to forget that we have to go there. I'd rather stay here."
"We promised your mum," Harry said sternly. "We **will** go."
Ron sighed; it was useless to argue with Harry now that he was determined to go through with the plan. He got up and got dressed in a simple maroon robe that matched his pale skin and red hair. He stared at his reflection in the mirror; he was still thin with no muscles whatsoever and although the freckles had almost vanished his skin was still way too pale. Who was he? Who was that boy staring back at him?
"Ron ..." Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind. "They won't find out."
Ron pulled away and glared at his lover. "Do you know how difficult it is to lie to your parents?! To pretend that I don't love you?!"
Tears trickled over Ron's face, making him look young and vulnerable. Harry stared at him for a moment, cursing himself that he had caused the one he loved most that pain.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I know and it is hard for me, too, but we just have to keep it quiet until ..."
"Until what?! Until Fred and George accidentally tell someone? Until my parents DIE?!"
Ron's depression had made place for pure fury that made his ears and cheeks go scarlett. It had made him even more beautiful in Harry's opinion, if that was even possible.
"Ron, please ... they wouldn't understand and you know that very well. I would like to tell them, too, but we just can't."
"Why?"
That simple statement was all it took for Harry to forget what he had just wanted to say. **Why?** ... a good question. He was almost sure that Ron's older brothers, Bill and Charlie, would understand and also Ginny. The twins already knew and it didn't change much for them, but what about Mr and Mrs Weasley? How would they react?
"Where's the Gryffindor courage?" Ron sneered. "Obviously gone with the wind. Isn't it?"
It wasn't like Ron to say such a mushy thing, but Harry understood what he meant; he faced mortal danger every single day at work, he had fought and defeated Lord Voldemort just a few years ago ... but he didn't have the courage to tell the Weasleys that he loved their son.
"Don't you think they already know that something's going on?" Ron whispered. "Or why would ... the Dark Lord kidnap ME?"
Harry winced; he hated the memory of that ... the day he had opened his eyes to find that Ron wasn't in his arms anymore, but a note that said where to find him.
He shook his head as though to get rid of the memory.
"I will tell them, if that is what you want."
Ron suddenly let out a loud sob and threw himself into Harry's arms. "Please."
Harry stroked his lover's back. "All right, let's get going, then."
Ron snuggled closer to his boyfriend. They would always have each other, no matter what and the only place he wanted to be at the moment was Harry's arms.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'll play with them and give them back just like they were before.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!!! ^___^ This chapter may be not very interesting, but it's necessary for background and such.
Chapter 2 (Heaven tonight)
The next morning Ron woke up in Harry's arms like always on their very few free days. The redhead sighed and snuggled closer to his lover. He loved the warmth Harry's body was radiating, loved the way Harry would wrap his arms around his waist so possesively and practically strangle him sometimes. Ron raised his hand so that he could see his watch; 11 AM, maybe, just maybe he could fall asleep again and act as though he had forgotten that they were supposed to have lunch with the Weasleys. Harry groaned and finally woke up; he, too looked at his watch.
"Ron! Why didn't you wake me?"
"I just wanted to forget that we have to go there. I'd rather stay here."
"We promised your mum," Harry said sternly. "We **will** go."
Ron sighed; it was useless to argue with Harry now that he was determined to go through with the plan. He got up and got dressed in a simple maroon robe that matched his pale skin and red hair. He stared at his reflection in the mirror; he was still thin with no muscles whatsoever and although the freckles had almost vanished his skin was still way too pale. Who was he? Who was that boy staring back at him?
"Ron ..." Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind. "They won't find out."
Ron pulled away and glared at his lover. "Do you know how difficult it is to lie to your parents?! To pretend that I don't love you?!"
Tears trickled over Ron's face, making him look young and vulnerable. Harry stared at him for a moment, cursing himself that he had caused the one he loved most that pain.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I know and it is hard for me, too, but we just have to keep it quiet until ..."
"Until what?! Until Fred and George accidentally tell someone? Until my parents DIE?!"
Ron's depression had made place for pure fury that made his ears and cheeks go scarlett. It had made him even more beautiful in Harry's opinion, if that was even possible.
"Ron, please ... they wouldn't understand and you know that very well. I would like to tell them, too, but we just can't."
"Why?"
That simple statement was all it took for Harry to forget what he had just wanted to say. **Why?** ... a good question. He was almost sure that Ron's older brothers, Bill and Charlie, would understand and also Ginny. The twins already knew and it didn't change much for them, but what about Mr and Mrs Weasley? How would they react?
"Where's the Gryffindor courage?" Ron sneered. "Obviously gone with the wind. Isn't it?"
It wasn't like Ron to say such a mushy thing, but Harry understood what he meant; he faced mortal danger every single day at work, he had fought and defeated Lord Voldemort just a few years ago ... but he didn't have the courage to tell the Weasleys that he loved their son.
"Don't you think they already know that something's going on?" Ron whispered. "Or why would ... the Dark Lord kidnap ME?"
Harry winced; he hated the memory of that ... the day he had opened his eyes to find that Ron wasn't in his arms anymore, but a note that said where to find him.
He shook his head as though to get rid of the memory.
"I will tell them, if that is what you want."
Ron suddenly let out a loud sob and threw himself into Harry's arms. "Please."
Harry stroked his lover's back. "All right, let's get going, then."
Ron snuggled closer to his boyfriend. They would always have each other, no matter what and the only place he wanted to be at the moment was Harry's arms.
