A/N: I think this will be the final installment in this sick, perverted series. Remind me never to parody something again, for it will be the death of me. This is wayyy OOC for everyone. Okay, so have fun with this! And hope you enjoy reading it as much as my muses enjoyed forcing me to write it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does.

It was the night before Christmas vacation, Harry's seventh year. It had been a year...a year with him. And his body had definitely showed each and every night with him. He sat, rather, laid down on the ground in a position where it didn't hurt in front of a blazing fire. It used to be a comfort, sitting beside the fire. But not anymore, not in the new ways that he had introduced him to. The burn marks from months before reminded him of this.

Christmas is a happy, well, was a happy holiday. But this time, he was leaving Hogwarts for the holidays. No, not to Hermione's or Ron's, but to Malfoy Manor. Draco didn't ask him to. Rather, he demanded that he showed up. His parents would be away for Christmas at his grandmother's house, so it would be open for their use.

Harry knew it was wrong. He knew that every time he went down to him that he shouldn't be doing this. Every time he washed the pain screeched at him to stop. But he couldn't let go now. There were too many memories shared, too many kisses, too many times between them to give up. Besides...there was no one else to turn to.

"It was either Draco or..." Harry thought painfully. Life without Draco wasn't possible.

Suicide wouldn't solve anything. He would be with his parents, yes, but to face them after what he had done? To tell them how he had fucked up his life and took the cowards' way out? That wasn't happening either.

Harry cried silently, his tears flowing over his scarred skin.

But he still heard faint crying.

"Shut up," he thought to himself, "No one needs to listen to your pathetic whining,"

Even his thoughts were Draco's, not his own. He had been trained like a dog, but treated worse.

The sobs got louder and louder, causing his head to pound.

"Shut up! You're worthless, you'll wake others,"

But it wouldn't stop, Harry cried out in the night,

"SHUT UP NO ONE CARES!" he screamed, his voice hurtful and hurt.

"I DIDN'T FUCKING ASK FOR YOUR OPINION, YOU DON'T OWN THE PLACE!" a voice responded, through his own unanswered cries for help.

Harry's eyes widened, not realizing there was someone else.

The voice was familiar, but lost. It pleaded angrily with him.

"I didn't know that you couldn't even die in peace in your own common room."

"I'm so sorry," Harry begged. He didn't want to get hurt, not by another person. "Please, don't hit me, I'm sorry, go..." he trailed as he looked up, seeing the red-haired boy on the couch in the far corner, a gun in hand.

"Wh-what?" Harry asked as he sat up, moving closer to him. He let out a small shriek of pain, making Ron jump.

"Sorry," Harry quickly apologized. He had gotten used to taking the blame for everything.

Ron looked at him, not knowing what to say. He put down the gun rather nonchalantly, like life suddenly got interesting and he'd like to see a few more minutes of it. He bit back innumerable tears.

"What are you doing?" Harry managed to ask, it was inevitable one would have said it. "I thought you were happy with your bitch," His words were cruel, spiteful. But he was immersed in guilt afterwards. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't mean-"

Ron seemed like he didn't care. "No...you're right. She's," he took a deep breath and the tears returned to him.

Harry struggled but sat down next to him, crying in his own mourning. He put his arm around him, holding him softly.

"It's alright, everything is okay," he whispered.

His freckled cheeks were stained with his liquid sorrow, as he tried to calm himself as he spoke,

"Her...." He took another breath, trying to steady his shaking hands. He spat it out all at once, tasting the bitter words in his mouth, "Hermione is pregnant, by a different guy. And she wants nothing to do with me ever again cause she doesn't need another fucking screw up in her life,"

Harry had no idea what to say to this, but held him tighter, leaning his head on his. He softly stroked his bright red hair, kissing the top of his head gently. "It'll be alright...it's over now," he found himself saying.

He felt his lips lightly press on his.

"Ron-"

He caught his breath, not knowing why he stopped him. Ron looked trapped, caught with nowhere to turn. He gazed into his remorseful eyes and they told the saddest story in the world,

"I shouldn't have left you, come back. I'm sorry, I just need you back or life isn't worth living,"

Harry kissed him passionately, a kiss withheld for so long, for too long between them. He cried to the taller boy, "Please take me back,"

Ron wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, about to say something. But Harry howled in pain. He immediately backed off, confused and hurt.

"No, it's not you, it's just," Harry tried to explain, but couldn't. His voice kept choking on morbid memories.

He stood up and took off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the once fair, delicate flesh. Ron could only gasp.

Harry knew what he was thinking,

"Draco-"

"HE did this to you?! What a lousy bloody fighter! I'll kick his ass for hexing you like that!" Ron exploded in whispers, trying not to wake the rest of the dormitory up.

Harry shook his head, why was it so hard to confess what he's been doing? Because it was wrong all along, his mind reminded him.

"He...We have been going out...for awhile." He averted his gaze down at the floor. "I let-"

Harry's words were broken off by his kiss, loving, tender, caring. He took such pains not to hurt him as he shed his pants. His touch was soothing, almost healing as it passed over a broken heart encircled by lies. It didn't hurt when his arms enfolded around him, because in his embrace there was something that wasn't ever there before. When Ron kissed him, the rest of the world didn't matter. The pain was gone. He couldn't believe it, but this feeling felt good. Why wasn't it hurting? Where was the sting? A voice rung in his head,

"Because Draco never loved you,"

Harry looked intensely in Ron's eyes and found what the blonde could never give, what he never gave. He didn't care it was cheating. He cheated when he was with Draco. Cheating is not being with the one you love but taking a replacement. As the two Gryffindors lay on the ground, Harry finally knew what love was. And he let love take him.

.....

Harry woke up the next morning, taking bliss in the first few seconds before the pain ebbed back into him, before he remembered how Draco had hurt him. But it didn't happen. He was sore, yes, but there were no nightmares that became reality. Harry turned to see what time it was, noticing a mess of red hair next to him. Harry beamed as he laid back down in the comfort of his arms.

.....

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!?" boomed an intruder, startling the last two boys in the dormitory.

Ron woke up groggily, "Is it time to shower already? I just took one last week,: he whined, half asleep, as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Harry cursed under his breath, his heart pounding.

"No, not again. I'm not going back. No, this isn't happening," he thought.

His voice nervously choked out,

"I'm not going."

Draco glared down at the two,

"You fucking whore," he spat, "Let's go."

"I-I'm not going!" he said, more defiantly.

"Pathetic son of a bitch," he muttered, moving towards Harry to drag him out. But Ron stepped in front of him.

"He said he's not going," Ron defended, shoving Draco back.

"Little weasel trying to stick up for this slut? How noble," the Slytherin drawled, waving the newly acquired gun in the air.

The red-haired Gryffindor bit his lip, hating himself for leaving it so openly like that, but he didn't budge. He wasn't going to let the person he loved so much ever leave him. Not again.

Draco poised the gun right over his heart, daring him to continue the bravery stunt.

"Frium Finitium!" Harry cried, freezing Draco in his tracks, ice forming around his hands and feet.

Ron took a step back, gratefully shocked. He gave Harry a thankful smile and took his hand. They were off in the castle running in their boxers. They didn't hear the girls they passed giggle and they didn't see Professor Snape's rather surprised reaction as they sped past him down the hall. But they were free together, and nothing else mattered in the world.

And as if Ron had read his mind, he spoke, "The train leaves in a half an hour. We're leaving,"

Harry could only return a frail smile of gratitude.

"We should get to the 8th floor then, it's the Lost and Found. We can't board the train like this," Harry said after a few moments, realizing.

Ron pulled him close kissing him on the head. "You're brilliant! No one will be the wiser."

.....

After acquiring two robes, they ran through the passageway taking them down to the 3rd floor. They held their breath as Crabbe and Goyle lumbered by, asking anyone if they've seen the two Gryffindors. Harry felt Ron's grip tighten. Even under the hoods of their cloaks, he knew the redhead's face was panic-stricken. Harry kissed him on the cheek,

"Thank you," he whispered feebly.

And Ron remembered the reason why he was doing this. He would never want to have been in any other place than with him right now. He smiled confidently as they continued to the Great Hall.

With no time to spare, they quickly forced as much food as they could into their pockets for the train ride. Harry couldn't believe it; they were going to make it. He was going to be free. The skin would have eventually healed by itself, yes. But with Ron with him, his heart mended all the faster.

.....

They waited in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Harry couldn't take his eyes off the school, waiting for him to show up, for the dream to be over. There was still ten minutes left. Ron sat down next to him, finally able to breathe. The minutes ticked by but Harry still couldn't relax just yet.

......

As the train pulled away from the school, Harry smiled, disbelievingly, breaking down on Ron's shoulder. He felt him put his arm around him, his warm comforting face beaming,

"We're going home."

A/N: Done! Yes, I know, a cheesy ending. But after all the crap Harry's been through, I thought he deserved to be happy. I might write the alternative ending if I'm so bothered by the sappiness. But hope you enjoyed, and please r&r!