For I am Weak

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Chapter Three

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"Where were you last night?" Ron asked, frowning at his friend, who was staring at his Charms book intently. What had caught his eye was the fact the book was upside down and Harry's eyes were pretty much glazed over.

That and the fact Harry had come back at around 3 AM the night before and refused to tell him where he'd been made him very…suspicious. Sure, they weren't together, but he'd thought they were still friends and now Harry was shutting him out completely.

Harry blinked and looked at him. "What?"

"Where. Were. You. Last. Night?" Ron asked, smiling faintly to hide his annoyance. Sometimes Harry could be a real ditz.

Harry coughed and looked away. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Ron, because part of him was bursting to tell someone, but he…couldn't. He couldn't risk the trouble or, worse, Ron being completely disgusted with him.

"Oh. Nowhere. I was just…around, thinking."

"Does this thinking involve another person?" That got a reaction. Harry's cheeks flushed pink and he ducked his head a little bit. "Harry-"

"It's not really something I can talk about." Harry muttered, turning his book the right way. "Ask me again later on, okay?"

"Fine." Ron muttered, turning back to his own homework.

While he and Harry weren't together anymore he still worried about him quite a bit. And lately he'd been so distant, staying out of the tower until late at night, last night being the latest, and he was losing weight and…you could almost feel the way he was changing. Harry was different, no longer the person Ron had been head-over-heels in…fairly intense love with, for a very long time. And it kind of scared him.

Which wasn't to say he wasn't in love with him anymore, they just…didn't need each other like they had a first and that had caused the relationship they had to fizzle out. Not to mention it had always been a little weird being with Harry, because he…loved him so much.

Not like a brother, but not in a way you should love a lover either. It was too confusing for words actually so Ron had given up trying to explain it to anyone, just as he had given up trying to explain their breakup to everyone. They just had, what else did anyone need to know?

Still, he wondered at times if it was a bad decision…they seemed to be growing apart as a result.

Ron sighed and tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling blandly. Harry watched his best friend, a touch of wry amusement on his face. Ron wasn't exactly depressed, Harry was pretty sure things like depression were incompatible with the Weasley genetic code, but he was definitely restless, in one fashion or another.

Hermione said he needed somebody to occupy his time. She's taken the position for a few weeks, but it had become very clear very fast that it wasn't going to work out. Which was fine with Hermione, she'd moved on to Seamus very quickly and the Irish boy seemed to suit her nicely. Virtually endless possibilities to scold and correct, which was one of her favorite pastimes.

Dean, Seamus' best friend, just seemed glad to be able to do his homework without interruption for a change of pace.

Speaking of Dean, he was a nice guy. Calm, collected, an endless amount of patience and he seemed to take control of Seamus rather well when the situation called for it. And he wasn't wild or anything, so Ron probably wouldn't have to worry about life or death circumstances all the time, which was Harry thought, part of the reason he couldn't really get a date.

The three of them had a sort of...reputation for nearly getting killed at least once a year. Naturally, anyone with half a brain stayed away from them, as the average everyday person wasn't overly eager to be put in such a position.

Not sane people anyone, and the subject of Dean's sanity wasn't one worth debate. He'd been Seamus' best friend for over six years; there was no sanity to speak of anymore.

"Hey Ron."

"Hmm?" Blue eyes locked onto him. "Yeah Harry?"

"Have you considered asking Dean out?"

Ron looked down and sighed. "Yes."

Harry blinked and sat up, book falling completely forgotten to the floor. He'd been lying on the couch, one leg straight out before him and the other hanging over the edge to the floor.

"You did?"

Ron nodded slowly then looked back up at the ceiling. "He said no."

"He said no?" Harry slid off of the couch and walked over to the table Ron was sitting at. "What do you mean he said no? How could he say no to you?"

"Like this 'I'm flattered Ron, but no.'"

"Oh…well, do you want me to hex him?" Harry offered.

"Hex who?" Hermione asked, stopping next to them, Seamus in tow. She looked like she'd like a chance to be in on whatever they were talking about. The events as of late had…worn on their friendship, to say the least.

"Dean." Ron supplied. "Because he wouldn't go out with me."

"You know Dean had a girlfriend, right?" Seamus asked, resting his chin on Hermione's shoulder. "Back home. She's a very nice girl, you'd probably like her."

"Dean told me." Ron shrugged. "But he also said if ever decided to kick for the other team, he'd give me a call. I'm not quite sure what that means though… But I don't think you'll have to hex him Harry, though I think I appreciate the thought."

Harry shrugged. So much for that idea. "If you say so. You finished your Dark Arts essay, right?"

"We have an Dark Arts essay?" Ron looked properly perplexed, which Harry had suspected. He had been pretty sure Ron hadn't remembered about the essay, let alone done it, in spite of the fact Professor Lupin had set aside ten minutes at the end of every class so far this year to give them time to seek help.

Hermione sighed. "I swear Ron, you're absolutely hopeless. Even Seamus can keep up with his Dark Arts work."

"Hey, I'll have you know I have perfect marks in Divinations." Seamus huffed.

Hermione glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "And if that were a real class, I've be very proud of you." She smiled mildly. "You finished your essay, didn't you?"

"Yes mother." The blond's tone was faintly mocking. If she minded, or even noticed, she didn't let on and instead turned back to Ron.

"If you don't shape up, you're going to be in for it with your mum, and you know it."

Ron shrugged. "I've started…I think; it just slipped my mind is all. I'll finish up tonight, don't worry about it." Hermione looked as if she was tempted to protest, but Seamus put a hand on her shoulder, drawing her attention.

"Weren't you going to help me with that…thing?" Seamus glanced at Ron and Harry while Hermione blushed faintly. Both were pretty sure that whatever it was she planned on helping Seamus with, it had nothing to do with schoolwork.

She nodded. "Right. We'll see you two before curfew, right?"

"Sure." Harry said, not at all meaning it. Ron nodded absently, but was more focused on shoving his things into his bag. "You going to the library?"

"Huh? No, Professor Lupin's. I'm going to need some help if I'm going to finish his and he knows this stuff." Ron sighed and made a face "Why do I keep doing this every time we have an assignment?"

Harry shrugged as he gathered up his things as well, body practically vibrating with excitement. He didn't know what was going to happen tonight, but he was excited.

"You coming?" Ron looked up, a little confused to see Harry packing up as well. The green-eyed boy hesitated a moment, mouth opening though no sound was forth coming. Ron sighed and rolled his eyes. "Obviously not. Going to meet your mystery guy?"

Harry bit his lower lip, trying to come up with a good explanation. Ron help up a hand to stop him.

"Forget it. I'll catch you later." Before Harry could respond he slung his bag over his shoulder and left the common room. Harry watched him leave then sighed. He could only hope Ron was too upset with him, but he couldn't risk screwing up this soon and…

Shit.

It was already 7:57 and he didn't even know where Snape's quarters were yet.

So much for not screwing up.

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Henio: Uhh…longer huh? Well the next one is like six pages… This one was short.

Dragons Shadows: Of course Snape kept Harry, how could he not? And yes, you do see some major BDSM themes in the future.

Zephyr5: I completely agree, there should be more of this type around…that way I could read it, instead of just writing it.

Sapphire Wicca: You know the last part of your email addy keeps getting cut off? Anyway, I'm glad you like it so much.

Jbcna: Yes, this is also on adultfanfictiondotnet, under Dimitri A, and slashfanfictiondotcom under Dimitri Aidan. You gotta have back up after all…

Daydream: Ah Ron…well, Ron has his own 'issues' to work out actually, so he won't be too focused on Harry's issues for a while…

Valanthe: There isn't really a lot like this much of anywhere (that I've seen) though I'm not sure why. Harry and Snape seem to scream Master/slave to me…but I'm a bit of a pervert, so who knows.

Harco: Harry and Snape's relationship won't be easy, because no matter how submissive he may be, he's a stubborn pain in the ass at the core of things. But it's cool, cause that's what Snape likes about him…the challenge of making Harry his.

And thanks to Soda Pup, Dark Geddoe, Starr Light, Super Girl, Domikins, Squashy, and Pilas.