Title: Crying for you.
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: R, to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own not Harry Potter or any HP merchandise. Too bad, though
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Melerune, because…ehh. She's kinda the Harry to my Ron. Always there…but, you know…not?
Warnings: Yaoi. Ron/Malfoy. Kinda depressing.
//\\ Not only do you not listen, you don't care//\\
When Harry came back, Ron was deeper in the rabbit hole then anyone could have imagined. Harry had always been Ron's safe haven, always. Harry took all the attention off of Ron when needed, held him when he needed to be held. Harry told Ron everything would be all right, that nothing could harm him.
Of course, not everything was alright. Ron could be harmed.
Then again, it wasn't like Harry tried, once he came back, to fix his friend either. Harry, as it was, still had this horrible fascination with Draco Malfoy. Well, more of an obsession, to say the least. Anyways, he wasn't there for Ron as much as Ron needed him. Ron didn't blame him, of course; Harry could do no wrong, not at all. Harry was perfect, or as close to perfection as it was possible. Ron loved Harry to bits, idolized him and all. But Harry tended to avoid, ignore, or become oblivious to Ron and more interested in Malfoy after awhile.
//\\ You think you're a good friend, but really your not.//\\
Ron wanted to be alone a lot. Draco noticed that. Harry noticed that. The only one who didn't notice that seemed to be Ron himself. But that might have had something to do with the deep depression the red head seemed to be in.
"You're not being a good friend, Harry." Seamus stated, eyes on the Boy-who-ceased-to-pay-attention-to-his-best-friend. Harry glanced up form his eggs, which were much more interesting then most of the conversation going on at the Gryffindor table. "What do you mean?" Harry asked, glancing at the Irishman curiously. "Ron. We need to get him out of his depression, Harry. It's not healthy. He could hurt himself." Harry looked at Ron. "I guess. But what can we do?" Seamus pointed a fork in Draco's direction. "Talk to him. He's the reason, I swear he is." Harry glanced at Draco. "Malfoy?" Seamus nodded, and Harry went to talk to the Slytherin.
"Ron? What's wrong with him?" Draco asked, all concerned and yet not concerned, as if being concerned would seem rude and not being concerned was, well, fake. "I don't know. He's all depressed and everything. No one knows, but Seamus thinks it has something to do with you." Draco glanced at the red head, who was picking at his eggs. He was thin, thin enough to see his ribs, and pale. He looked like death reincarnated, and it bothered Draco. Ron, the boy who had once had so much energy he couldn't sit still for five minutes, now had barely enough energy to get to each class. "We should help him." Draco stated, unconscious that his lips were moving, but aware he had spoken. "But, how?" Harry asked, eyes on Ron. " I'm not to sure."
//\\ You love me, but just yesterday you told me I disgust you.//\\
Ron loved his owl. He really did. The tiny bundle of energy was the only thing that could stand his company for long. It would sit with him, quieter then a mouse, as the teen played chess against himself. He sometimes thought he was going crazy. Crazy people did the types of things he did, late at night or during the day. It hurt to think that he was distancing himself from those he loved, but it was safer, he was just destroying himself and would bring those around him down as well if they stayed close.
And then the nightmares started.