Author's Note: Hey! Yes, this is the second installment of My Life...I mean...Laconian Taenarum! I hope I didn't confuse you guys or disgusted you with my crappy writing in Chapter 1 hehe... This chapter took me the whole day to write. It usually only takes me two hours to write a chapter, but with trying to clean my room, eat, sleep, and talking on the phone...well it took me a whole day lolz. So please enjoy!

Again, the lines in quotations that are in italic are his/her thoughts, while the lines with no italics are when he/she are talking.

Disclaimer: I am too poor, too uncreative, and to lazy to be able to own or to create Harry Potter. So can someone explain to me the point of writing the disclaimer?

Chapter 2

"…Harryyyyy…HARRRYYYY!" The distant voice sounded louder and louder as Harry stirred. He opened his eyes and saw where he was. He was in the quidditch field and Madam Hooch and all of his teammates were surrounding him. He was lying on the grass and Harry wondered what had happened.

"Oh my fucking god! How the hell did you survive that fall!" yelled Fred Weasley. "You alright Harry?" George Weasley lent his hand to Harry and picked him up from the ground. He brushed himself off and saw Madam Hooch coming up to him. "You scared the living hell outta me young man! If you do something like that again, I'll permanently disqualify you from our next game! You better go to Madam Pomfrey and get yourself checked!"

"Uh…What happened?" Harry couldn't remember the last thing he was doing. "And what's with the dream I had…" Fred slapped Harry behind the back roughly and laughed. "We were practicing quidditch and all of a sudden you fell off your broom! God that was a pretty long fall you had there!"

"I guess…I guess I fainted or something…" Harry rubbed his head. The pain was still there but more subtle. "Well you must have been out in the sun too long…now please go to Madam Pomfrey now!" Madam Hooch pushed Harry towards the door and led him to the nurse. They walked through the winding stairs and long hallways filled with paintings. A painting of a man in 17th century clothing was next to Madam Pomfrey's office and he looked drunk. He was walking wobbly and his speech was slurred. His hiccups echoed through out the hallway. She pushed him into her office. "Now sit down onto the chair, she will be right with you soon." Madam Hooch quickly walked away leaving Harry alone.

Harry sat in silence, with the occasional sound of hiccupping from outside. The office was small and plain. Shelves were lined up against the wall, filled with different sorts of potions and medicines. Her desk was next to the big shelf. The gigantic shelf had strange apparatuses that Harry never saw before. Harry walked to her desk and sat down onto the chair in front of it.

"This is weird…how come I don't remember what I was doing…maybe I need to take care of myself more carefully. But then, how come I had a dream? Shit, I don't even remember what happened …was it even a dream…" Harry scanned his memory, trying hard to remember. "Ugh…wait…I do remember something with …Ron? It was Ron…but…why was he there? There's got to be something wrong…" Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"I'm sorry; I had to attend to a student with a stomach virus. Oh god, I swear I will get sick if I see vomit again!" She took her seat behind the desk and sighed. "Kids these days, they can't take care of themselves! So Harry what's the problem?"

Ron was in the Gryffindor common room. He was sitting on one of the couches and staring off in space, deep in his thoughts. He was alone. People were at lunch at the Great Hall and Ron didn't felt like eating. Right now, he was thinking about Harry.

Harry and Ron had been friends for six years now. They both knew about their sexuality. Ron was the first person that Harry admitted to that he was gay. Harry was also the first person that Ron admitted to that he was bisexual. It was then that Ron finally knew who the real Harry Potter was. Harry had poured his feelings and his secrets to him. He even told him about his secret relationship with Snape. Ron was always there listening attentively to his problems, his worries, his fears, his anger, everything. It was also then that Ron realized his own feelings. He loves him.

His feelings were quiet and hidden though. He had known about his infatuation with Harry even before he really knew him. It wasn't until after that he finally figured out that his feelings were more than that. He had fallen in love with the Boy Who Lived, the boy that had saved him countless times…the boy that was his best friend.

But now, Ron felt lonely. Harry had broken up with Snape and he had been distancing himself from everyone and him. It wasn't the only problem. He had quidditch practice and he was worrying about exams. Lately Harry was bombarded with problems even Ron can't help him with. He was dealing with the war with Voldemort and the Order of the Phoenix was pressuring him to do things he didn't want to. Harry was to be cooped up indoors all the time, the members of the OOTP spying on him to make sure he's safe, and everywhere he went he had to watch his back. He had no privacy and no say in their decisions. Harry was also still dealing with Sirius's death. It was a burden no normal human could handle.

"I wish I could talk to him again. Whenever I go near him now…it's just…I'm scared. Scared for him. Scared he'll explode. And most of all…I'm scared that I can't help him. I feel so useless…" Tears started streaming down his face. "Wow, is this normal? Is this normal to cry for someone like this? I'm such a cry baby…" Ron wiped his tears onto his sleeve. Ron tucked in his legs and hugged his knees. He then thought back the days when he and Harry used to snuggle with each other, flirt with each other, even though they were just being friends they would touch each other's hands under the table during class. Now, he felt like Harry had drifted away from him. Whenever he would greet Harry, he would just grunt a "Hello." They didn't hug each other anymore and whenever he went near him to try to talk, they only ended up in silence. The feeling of emptiness washed over him. "I miss you so much…"

Harry came out of the office wincing in pain. Harry had told Madam Pomfrey about his fall and she made him take off his clothes. He was covered with bruises all over his side, stomach, arms, and legs. She decided to use a "special" ointment to remove them. She was rubbing hard against his bruises and Harry was literally strapped to the chair by her spell to prevent him from running away. It was also embarrassing since he only had his boxer on and he was literally half naked. The ointment also burned his skin and it smelled rancid. He was almost in tears after she was done applying the remedy. Harry groaned as he walked back to the Gryffindor common room. "I'm going to need a shower…"

As he walked up the stairs, Harry started wondering about his incident. He felt fine today. He wasn't sick or anything. What really happened? Did he just blacked out for no reason? "Wow I have so much to worry about and now this! Why me! Do I have leukemia? Actually it wouldn't be so bad having leukemia. At least I would die and get away from this hell hole!" Harry was getting angry and he quickened his pace.

He finally reached the painting of the Fat Lady. "Acerbus dies diei," said Harry. The Fat Lady sniffed and the look of disgust appeared on her face. She grabbed a piece of cloth and covered her nose. "Oh Harry Potter when was the last time you showered!" Harry rolled his eyes. "Could you please let me in now!" The portrait swung open and the Fat Lady started mumbling about men not having good hygiene. Harry crawled through the hole and found Ron sitting on the couch. He was hugging his legs and he had his head resting against his knees.

A worried expression appeared on his face and he walked over to Ron. "Hey…what's up? Are you okay?" Harry said softly. He sat next to Ron and placed his hand on Ron's back. He carefully caressed him. Ron lifted his head up. His eyes were red and he looked pale.

"Ron, are you alright? You don't look well," Harry then placed his hand on Ron's cheek.

"His hand so warm…" Ron enjoyed his touch and he hesitated. After a few seconds, Ron forced himself to smile. "I-It's alright…I'm just tired from studying and I didn't have enough sleep last night. I'm just weary that's all…" Ron released his bond from himself and stood up. "Uh so, where have u been?" Ron said quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Today wasn't my day. For some reason I fainted and fell off my broom during quidditch practice. Don't worry, I'm not hurt, just some bruises. Madam Pomfrey rubbed some kind of stinky shit on me to heal them." Ron sniffed and pinched his nose. "Oh god, you smell like Draco's cologne!" Ron laughed. Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm going to go take a shower." Harry stood up and walked up the stairs.

When Harry was gone, Ron's smile faded. The look of misery came back and he sat back down onto the couch. He sighed and covered his face with his hands.

"How long can I keep this façade up?"

More of Author's Note: This chapter is kind of interesting. Chapter 1 was more of foreshadowing while this chapter is the exposition. As you can see, it shows Ron's feelings and what has been happening. Oh yea, I sort of brought back Fred and George to Hogwarts. I love those twins! Well anyways, please leave comments or reviews! I would appreciate some suggestions and any improvements to the story. Thanks for reading and Chapter 3 will come soon!