Title: Lost in a Storm (01?)

Category: Drama

Sub Category: Horror

Keywords: HRH ©D, Vampires

Rating: NC-17 (XD)

Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione after having a huge hurdle to pass, all smack into the next one – literally. As a story of the past comes back, and with it a man in black with a dark story he has foreseen. In a world where Voldemort has been banished to Hell. A new evil rises from the abyss. The moral: Don't Bit off more than you can chew, because it bites back.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I don't own the character of Louis either; he belongs to Anne Rice.

Author's Note: There is a bit of slash here, a bit of het there… and Sex bloody everywhere… You no like… feck off! I owe this story to Ruthie! Her and I began this whole Idea of she writes a bit, then me. Dedicated to you, love. Also, the idea for this sprung from watching Queen of the Damned, yesterday.

Chapter One: An Apocalypse Waiting to Happen

It was cold evening in Gryffindor tower; it seemed to Ron that no matter how many fires or how big they were that the room was empty and cold.

He felt like a Hippogriff had sat on him. He felt useless. He felt dirty, wrong and that he was a disappointment. He loved a boy. He was a boy, as well. Wrong... God yes... If anyone found out... Catastrophic! He was a complete disaster; his life was a sham. God Damn it! Why was it he who had to be like this, no one would ever understand, heck he didn't even understand. This wrong-ness inside of him, it could end every happy thing that had ever been in his life: His family, his friends, and his best friends. God Hermione who was so lovely but though herself in love with him, and Harry... God... what a gorgeous... No. NO! Please don't... Too late... That day... That stupid... Day... The day it all turned around...

"I'm curious, he says." Muttered Ron. "I always wondered...

Just want to... We had to try it... We had to experiment."

Just then Harry had to walk in.

Ron stammered to a halt and blushed, hoping to god that Harry hadn't heard him; life was hard enough as it was. Too many thoughts and half feelings whirled through Ron's mind mentally blinding him; he didn't see that Harry had sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Ron, are you alright?" The words slapped Ron into reality and he blushed again.

"I... I'm fine Harry." He tried to act calm and in control but the truth was he was falling apart. Little by little the world he had once known had shattered and was slowly breaking apart. Harry gave on a worried.

"You still thinking about then?" Ron nodded.

"It was... a mistake." Ron said... "Because..." Ron stopped. "Because I am straight and it made me confused for a while... I wanted more then… but that was then." Liar, liar pants on fire! Ron thought. "I'm sorry Harry, I just don't know." Finally the truth he thought, maybe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship, because that was all that he could ever have with Harry, a simple, confusing, yet amazing friendship.

"Ok... well... Do you fancy me?" asked Harry, who seemed really nervous.

"I don't know." Ron answered truthfully... "I think your fit and all... and I admit... I try to get a glimpse of you naked..." Harry looked slightly alarmed.

"You do?" he asked quietly.

Ron stared intently at his hands "Please Harry, don't hate me. I know you don't feel… that your not... That way." Ron wanted to say like me, but he wasn't even sure what he was like! When had life become so confusing? "I know. This changes everything. But... " Ron sighed at looked at Harry, he felt like Harry should be able to see everything through his eyes but he knew that wasn't the case. "I still want to be your mate."

Harry shrugged. "I'm as confused as you are. I love you, but I think that it is only in between friends. And I wanted to say..."

Ron interrupted. "Can I at least have one night with you... Please? It sounds unconventional... But please?"

Harry sat up rigid; anger was clearly coursing through his veins. Ron sunk further back into his seat, how could he have angered Harry so suddenly, was there more to everything than what had come between them? Why were there so many unanswered questions?

Then what Ron said began to sink in. "What? You want to fuck me?" Harry screeched. "You want to go upstairs to fuck me... because you may like me?" Ron looked crestfallen… and guilt suddenly cloaked around Harry. "I come back here to see if you're ok; you've been ignoring me like the plague most of the time… I was really worried and I wanted to know… But now I know…"

"You wish you didn't?" Ron half helped. "Too much for you?"

"No…" Harry began.

"Don't bullshit me, Harry Potter. Just because I am different that you doesn't mean I am another thing that can be swept under the carpet. If what I am is yet another complication that you don't need. Fine, I'll just leave you in peace…"

"No… That is not it. I just… I… I…"

"What?" Ron snapped.

"I'm… too." The word in the middle sounded like a cough.

"What?"

"I am… I'm like you." Harry blurted.

"But I don't know what I am." Ron sighed.

"Well, I am… God, I'm gay."

Ron stared at Harry in shock. He had nothing to say back.

"There you go… Happy?"

Ron nodded.

"Why are you happy?" Harry shouted.

"Because…" Ron started. "It…"

"Gives you a chance with me." Harry suggested.

"Not only that…" Ron began, but Harry cut him off again.

"I'm off to bed… I need to think." And headed to the dorm.

"It's just that I have got someone to talk to now." Harry stopped. "I have been looking for someone to talk to, but there has been none. I just felt so alone. Ashamed… Felt so…"

"Wrong." Harry said, and turned and walked up to Ron; and embraced the taller boy.

"I'm glad that I have you." Harry said and kissed Ron's brow and went up to the dorm. Leaving Ron, his hand to his brow.

He'll never wash it again.

Harry awoke at four and saw Ron sat in his bed watching him. He had awoken because of the loud crash of thunder outside.

"How long you…?"

"Since three." Ron finished for him.

Harry nodded, and then gave a shiver.

"You know." Harry said. "I do too."

"What?" asked Ron.

Harry sighed and then turned to face Ron. "I am sorry that I shouted." Ron nodded.

"It's ok. So what do you wonder?"

"About us."

Ron stood there in awe. "A-a-about, that time?"

Harry smirked. "Yes. I'm wide awake, Ron."

"Me too."

"Ron." Harry asked.

"What." Ron answered.

"Come here." Harry said suggestively.

Ron looked at Harry, his eyes widened.

"Bloody hell."

Ron went down to breakfast very happy.

"Good morning, Hermione." Ron said, smiling widely.

"Meh." Was all she said.

"What is wrong, Hermione?" asked Ron. Who threaded his fingers through hers.

"I just can't understand this stupid thing." Hermione fumed.

"What stupid thing." Ron asked.

"Probably too difficult for you too." Hermione said and stood up and left.

Ron raised an eyebrow, then turned to Harry who had sat down next to him.

"Good morning." Harry said, smiling.

"Right back at you," Ron said, then whispered, "sexy" in Harry's ear.

Harry blushed. "Stop fooling around. We have potions first; you did complete the homework, right?"

"I did." Ron said. "A whole roll on Polyjuice potion, humbug." Ron took it out of his bag.

Harry had a look at it and when he finished reading he gave Ron a look of surprise.

"This is really good." Harry marvelled. Ron beamed.

Ron tried to hide it and said "Sure." But Harry knew he was pleased about it.

"Now, pass your homework to left and I will collect it in." Snape snapped. He wasn't in a good mood – no change there.

He started at the front row and then collected them in, counting the amount of students on that Row and then the amount of homework that he had.

When he got to Harry's row, he paused; looking a bit shocked; but it disappeared in an instant.

"Miss Granger, your Homework?"

"Uh. I…"

"I see. You shall report her at midnight." Snape snapped. "And you will clean this room." Harry and Ron exchanged surprised looks. She had done it; she had even helped them.

"Yes, sir."

Malfoy looked like Christmas had come early.

"If you please, may the Gryffindors stay for a moment."? McGonagall said, as the rest piled out of Transfiguration.

"As you know, we are nearing the festival of Samain, and we will be having a ball in celebration." The Gryffindors exchange various looks at each other and then they were dismissed. "Oh, and may I talk to Miss Granger."

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 12.

Ron walked up to the astronomy tower; he was late. Harry was still asleep when he left. He was sure he was meeting Harry, because of the other night. He hoped it would lead to something more than just friendship.

"Ron?" came a voice.

That was not Harry; it was Hermione.

Harry awoke with a gasp. He had had the dream again. Not about Voldemort, about Ron. That he left him for Hermione.

Harry looked over and saw that Ron was gone. No need to panic, he has probably gone to the bathroom or something. So Harry lay and waited… but nothing. He got up and decided to see if he was in the common room; perhaps studying.

No one was downstairs; the only thing that Harry saw was a note in Hermione writing.

Astronomy Tower.

Fuck-fuck-fuckerdy-shit-bollocks.

"Hermione?" Ron asked, shocked. Of course it was; it was her handwriting.

"You came!" Hermione squealed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I hoped you would."

"Well… I thought…"

Hermione grin faded. "You thought… what?"

"Nothing." Ron saw her coming towards him, wearing a nigh shirt… only.

"Hermione… uh… what is going on?" Ron asked, shakily.

"Are you that naïve? I asked you here… Because I wanted to tell you how I feel."

Shit, shit, shitty, shit, cunt. Ron eyes widened in realisation…

"I… I…" Hermione quietened him with her finger.

No, no, no…

Hermione leaned over and Ron pushed her away.

"No. I can't." and he turned when he heard the door open, the creaking engulfing his words. As he turned he looked into the eyes of Harry.

"Harry." Ron breathed.

Hermione saw him and raised an eyebrow. "Can you excuse us please? We were…"

"Finished?" Harry said coldly.

"No, busy." Hermione snapped.

Harry look coldly at her, and then at Ron.

"Ron… I can't believe this… I foresaw this happening." Harry face looked hurt at Ron. "But fine." And he turned and left.

"What was that?" Hermione asked. Ron thrusted his middle finger at her, and chased after Harry.

"Wait." Ron called after him. "Please. Let me explain."

"OK." Harry said. "Fine… Let's talk about this. Was she good?"

Hermione from a back wall raised an eyebrow, but listened intently.

"I didn't get to kiss her. I pushed her away." Ron said.

"Oh, is that right? So what do you call what happened? An accident? Did the wind come and push you two together? Did she put you under Imperius."

"No. We didn't make contact… She was going to and I pushed her away… I had the idea before you came in." Ron said, daring himself to look into Harry's eyes. "I couldn't do it to you. I love you."

There was a silence. Hermione had stopped breathing, so and had Harry.

"You… what?" Harry was shocked.

"I love you." There was adoration in Ron's eyes; Harry saw it.

Hermione felt the jealousy rise up within her, but she shook it away: the rational part of her winning.

Harry looked at Ron in shock. He had not been expecting this. But the bad thing was, he didn't feel the same way.

"I… Don't…"

Ron eyes looked at Harry in confusion.

"Huh? Then why were you so angry that I… That night I…" Tear welled up in Ron's eyes.

"I'm sorry… I." Harry began.

"Save it, just fucking save it."

Ron stalked off. Leaving Hermione and Harry, alone…