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~:~Sinking Lower Than Ever~:~
Ron had not seen his lover for the past week. Everytime he tried to approach the small teen, Harry ran or busied himself with a professor's ramblings.
Frankly, Ron could not figure it out. And it was fraying his nerves.
"What could have happened?,"he muttered to himself one morning,"He acts as if he caught me cheating."
"I did,"a voice intruded.
Ron turned around to face the open window. A shadowy figure faced him. Glasses, black hair, and green eyes...with a scowl on his face.
"Harry,"Ron began,"You must be crazy. Me? Cheat on-"
"Oh, cut the act Ron! I saw you with my own eyes!,"Harry yelled,"That's why I've been avoiding you! I couldn't even LOOK at you without feeling sick! And HERMIONE! I couldn't believe it!"
Ron's face flushed. No lover of his would yell at him like that.
"Harry, shut up before someone hears you,"he hissed, his face turning red.
"NO!,"Harry yelled,"That's all I ever get from you! Orders! Do this. Do that. No, don't go to sleep yet. Give me this, give me that!"
Ron's face flushed a bit, but not out of anger this time. It was out of embarrassment. He knew what Harry was talking about.
"Harry, let's just talk about this,"he said softly, reaching out to touch Harry's cheek softly.
"Ron, talk is cheap now,"Harry hissed, his eyes narrowing,"Especially from you. Everyday, its 'I love you Harry. That's right. Just you. No one else. I PROMISE'. Talk is all I get! We talk alot. And everytime you promise to give me a bit more space, maybe even some time to breath a bit! But no, all I get it a tighter leash!"
Harry's face was flushed a pale white as all his anger came to the surface. All the angert he had once been afriad to let out.
Ron grabbed Harry's wrist.
"Harry, stop. Let's just-"
"There's no more of that! I don't want anymore US!"
Harry struggled in Ron's vice grip. But, the hold only got tighter.
"Ronald Weasley, you let go of me RIGHT NOW!"
But, Ron wasn't there anymore. His anger had taken over. Harry had, once again, disobeyed him.
"Harry, you WILL let me speak,"Ron said angrily.
"How about not. I-LET ME GO!"
Ron was now dragging Harry over to the open dorm window. He held the boy's arms in back of him and made him stand near the edge of the window.
"Look down, Harry,"Ron whispered in Harry's ear,"You see that? What is it?"
Harry's courage had disappated. Now, his small frame shook with fear.
"Ron, please-"
"WHAT DO YOU SEE?!"
Harry whimpered.
"I see...g-grass. And b-birds."
"And you see that there's alot of height between this window and the ground. I'm sure you wouldn't want that height to...decrease, if you catch my meaning, love."
By now, Ron was grinning menacingly and Harry shook in fear.
"We wouldn't want anything to happen, would we?"
Harry shook his head. Ron just brought him closer to the ledge.
"WOULD WE?!"
"No. No! Please, no!"
Ron's grin faded and he back away from the window's ledge, Harry still caught in his grip.
"You won't be getting rid of me that easily, Harry. You're mine, and you always will-"
"But,"Harry said, his fear filled voice barely even above a whisper,"I cannot do this anymore. Please, Ron. Don't make me do-"
Harry was cut off as a hand connected with his face.
At that moment, Ron had crossed a line. Never had Ron ever raised his hands against Harry.
'No...Please tell me that didn't just happen,'Harry thought, rubbing his sore face,'He...He just hit me.'
"Listen, you little freak,"Ron spat, pinning Harry to the closest wall,"You are mine. You'll always be mine. You-"
"Harry!"
The two turned to the doorway where Seamus and Neville stood.
While Ron was distracted, Harry escaped from his grip and ran out.
Seamus and Neville wore dark expressions on their faces as they looked at Ron.
"Hey guys,"Ron said, as if nothing had happened,"What's up?"
Neville's nose scrunched up in disgust.
"That was low, Weasley,"he hissed,"How can you do that to Harry?"
Ron played innocent.
"Do what to-"
"Don't play dumb, Weasley,"Seamus interrupted,"We heard, and SAW the whole thing...You're one low excuse for a Gryffindor. I hope you know."
Ron scowled.
"Mind your business, Finnigan. He's my property. I do with him whatever I wish."
With that, Ron strolled over to his bed casually and took out a Quidditch magazine.
"Do close the door on your way out,"Ron taunted.
Seamus scowled at the redhead and folowed Neville out of the room.
...Up in the Astronomy Tower, sobbing sounds came from behind the closed door.
...Harry sat in front of a mirror, examining the developing bruise on his right cheek.
"How could he d-do that?,"Harry whispered to himself, still sobbing.
He pulled his knees up to his chest and folded his arms on top of them, burying his head.
And with that...he cried. It was all he could do.
...And he did not even notice the blonde boy behind him, looking upon his weary form with a look of sympathy in those silver eyes...
~End of Chapter Two~
~:~Sinking Lower Than Ever~:~
Ron had not seen his lover for the past week. Everytime he tried to approach the small teen, Harry ran or busied himself with a professor's ramblings.
Frankly, Ron could not figure it out. And it was fraying his nerves.
"What could have happened?,"he muttered to himself one morning,"He acts as if he caught me cheating."
"I did,"a voice intruded.
Ron turned around to face the open window. A shadowy figure faced him. Glasses, black hair, and green eyes...with a scowl on his face.
"Harry,"Ron began,"You must be crazy. Me? Cheat on-"
"Oh, cut the act Ron! I saw you with my own eyes!,"Harry yelled,"That's why I've been avoiding you! I couldn't even LOOK at you without feeling sick! And HERMIONE! I couldn't believe it!"
Ron's face flushed. No lover of his would yell at him like that.
"Harry, shut up before someone hears you,"he hissed, his face turning red.
"NO!,"Harry yelled,"That's all I ever get from you! Orders! Do this. Do that. No, don't go to sleep yet. Give me this, give me that!"
Ron's face flushed a bit, but not out of anger this time. It was out of embarrassment. He knew what Harry was talking about.
"Harry, let's just talk about this,"he said softly, reaching out to touch Harry's cheek softly.
"Ron, talk is cheap now,"Harry hissed, his eyes narrowing,"Especially from you. Everyday, its 'I love you Harry. That's right. Just you. No one else. I PROMISE'. Talk is all I get! We talk alot. And everytime you promise to give me a bit more space, maybe even some time to breath a bit! But no, all I get it a tighter leash!"
Harry's face was flushed a pale white as all his anger came to the surface. All the angert he had once been afriad to let out.
Ron grabbed Harry's wrist.
"Harry, stop. Let's just-"
"There's no more of that! I don't want anymore US!"
Harry struggled in Ron's vice grip. But, the hold only got tighter.
"Ronald Weasley, you let go of me RIGHT NOW!"
But, Ron wasn't there anymore. His anger had taken over. Harry had, once again, disobeyed him.
"Harry, you WILL let me speak,"Ron said angrily.
"How about not. I-LET ME GO!"
Ron was now dragging Harry over to the open dorm window. He held the boy's arms in back of him and made him stand near the edge of the window.
"Look down, Harry,"Ron whispered in Harry's ear,"You see that? What is it?"
Harry's courage had disappated. Now, his small frame shook with fear.
"Ron, please-"
"WHAT DO YOU SEE?!"
Harry whimpered.
"I see...g-grass. And b-birds."
"And you see that there's alot of height between this window and the ground. I'm sure you wouldn't want that height to...decrease, if you catch my meaning, love."
By now, Ron was grinning menacingly and Harry shook in fear.
"We wouldn't want anything to happen, would we?"
Harry shook his head. Ron just brought him closer to the ledge.
"WOULD WE?!"
"No. No! Please, no!"
Ron's grin faded and he back away from the window's ledge, Harry still caught in his grip.
"You won't be getting rid of me that easily, Harry. You're mine, and you always will-"
"But,"Harry said, his fear filled voice barely even above a whisper,"I cannot do this anymore. Please, Ron. Don't make me do-"
Harry was cut off as a hand connected with his face.
At that moment, Ron had crossed a line. Never had Ron ever raised his hands against Harry.
'No...Please tell me that didn't just happen,'Harry thought, rubbing his sore face,'He...He just hit me.'
"Listen, you little freak,"Ron spat, pinning Harry to the closest wall,"You are mine. You'll always be mine. You-"
"Harry!"
The two turned to the doorway where Seamus and Neville stood.
While Ron was distracted, Harry escaped from his grip and ran out.
Seamus and Neville wore dark expressions on their faces as they looked at Ron.
"Hey guys,"Ron said, as if nothing had happened,"What's up?"
Neville's nose scrunched up in disgust.
"That was low, Weasley,"he hissed,"How can you do that to Harry?"
Ron played innocent.
"Do what to-"
"Don't play dumb, Weasley,"Seamus interrupted,"We heard, and SAW the whole thing...You're one low excuse for a Gryffindor. I hope you know."
Ron scowled.
"Mind your business, Finnigan. He's my property. I do with him whatever I wish."
With that, Ron strolled over to his bed casually and took out a Quidditch magazine.
"Do close the door on your way out,"Ron taunted.
Seamus scowled at the redhead and folowed Neville out of the room.
...Up in the Astronomy Tower, sobbing sounds came from behind the closed door.
...Harry sat in front of a mirror, examining the developing bruise on his right cheek.
"How could he d-do that?,"Harry whispered to himself, still sobbing.
He pulled his knees up to his chest and folded his arms on top of them, burying his head.
And with that...he cried. It was all he could do.
...And he did not even notice the blonde boy behind him, looking upon his weary form with a look of sympathy in those silver eyes...
~End of Chapter Two~