(Ron's P.O.V)

Abuse was something I rarely thought about. I knew about it, I knew it happened to people, but I never thought about it happening to me or to someone I knew. Harry wasn't necessarily "abused" but he wasn't treated right.

Draco had been abused. That's what he told me, anyway. I trusted him. It upset me, and I let it show when I had been with him. We had skipped classes and sat in the Slytherin dorms talking and smoking. Something he had picked up from Blaise. Speaking of whom, had walked in on us. He looked at me, smirked, and walked out. A small come on that made me leave Draco and go after him.

It occurred to me that Draco knew I cut, but who would he tell that would care? He wouldn't tell Harry a secret like that. He'd keep it. It was late at night, Harry was asleep along with everyone else. I was depressed. Not really depressed, but I kind of felt lonely. I leaned against the bathroom door staring at Harry. Moments before this I had lit a cigarette and prayed that the smell wouldn't wake anyone up. Still worried I walked into the bathroom and shut and locked the door. It was a simple spell that could be easily undone but it was a precaution I felt necessary to take.

When I finished the cigarette I tossed it into a toilet and sat against the door. With my wand I undid the spell that hid my evil deed. Some fresh wounds still stung but it was embraced easily. I reached under the waistband of my jeans where I kept my knife. I was worried sometimes that Harry might find it there, I mean…really, he might. But whenever things got really busy I would just smile at him and walk away.

The knife glided easily across my skin and the blood bubbled out and slid down my arms. I stared at it, mesmerized momentarily, and then continued. Normally I was careful enough to not go deep but tonight I couldn't stand it. The pain just wasn't enough. I kept thinking about how much pain Draco went through. How could a father hit his own son?

Each time I thought about it, the knife went subconsciously deeper. I caught myself and, frightened I had gone too far, I put the knife back under my waistband. I sat there for a moment, my eyes closed. Too much, too far. My hands were shaking, either from fear or pain. I didn't know. I tired lifting them but they seemed to be deadweight. I knew I had to hide them before I was caught. But…I had gone too deep. It was too much.

Panicking, I stood and rushed out of the bathroom and the dorm. I went downstairs quietly and out of the common room. I pulled the sleeves of the cloak over my arms and realized that my wand was on the bathroom floor. I contemplated going back but didn't. I heard footsteps and turned around. Draco. I shoved my hands into my pockets, the blood was running onto them.

"Prefect duties?" he inquired.

"No," I replied, "Just…wondering."

"So I should report you."

"Do it."

"You don't look well."

"So you're not going to report me?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, damnit!" I shouted, still worried. The wounds were deep and bleeding horribly. Now it wasn't just my arms that were shaking.

"Ron…"

We stared at each other for a few moments and he said,

"Did you do it?"

"Do what?" I snapped. My whole body felt cold, especially my arms and hands.

"Cut…yourself."

"Fuck, why do you care?"

"Do you really think I don't?"

My mind told me no but my mouth said,

"Yes."

He reached for my arm and I pulled away.

"Okay I did it again," I said quickly, "Don't touch me."

"They aren't hidden?" he asked, "You pulled away. Do you not want me to see?"

"Why the hell would I?"

"Why didn't you hide them?"

"MY wands on the bathroom floor."

"Along with a shitload of blood. And you're not there. What's the boyfriend going to think?"

I frowned. He made a good point.

"Well I should probably go clean it then."

"Alright."

But I didn't move. Neither did he.

"Wanna come?" I asked finally.

As I walked away, he followed in response to my question. The Fat lady was so annoyed when I woke her up that she didn't care who I was bringing with me.

"Stay down here," I said quietly to him, he nodded, understanding not what I said, but what I hadn't said ('I'll be back.')

I rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom. No one had moved since I left. I grabbed my wand, hid the wounds, and cleaned up the bathroom floor. The door opened. Draco stepped inside and locked it with his own wand.

"You didn't follow my orders, I'm not following yours."

"Draco…" I said with a sigh, "I'm back with Harry."

"And what does he have that I don't?"

"Me. Now leave."

"He doesn't have you now. And you wanted me to come with you, what the hell is your problem?"

"I just realized what a bad idea it was."

"You were a whore before this, can't you be now?"

"No. I have a boyfriend now. Leave me alone."

"Oh come on."

"No."

Someone knocked on the bathroom door. I hadn't realized that they had tried coming in. Draco paused. Then he climbed into a shower stall and closed the curtains. I unlocked the door, Seamus walked in.

"What's going on?" he asked, yawning.

"Nothing," I replied quickly.

"I heard you talking."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you sure?" I asked, "Because I wasn't talking."

"Whatever," Seamus muttered, walking out. I was glad that Seamus had been half-asleep.

"Get the hell out of here," I whispered sharply as Draco stepped out and walked toward me.

"Not yet," Draco whispered back, shoving me against the door and pulling out his wand to lock it. My heart was pounding and, in a panic, I realized it was from excitement.

"Don't," I whispered, mostly to myself than Draco, but it didn't do any good.

We awoke to someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Oh shit," I exclaimed quietly, standing up. I was glad to see my pants were still on as all the memories came flooding back, "Shit. You have to get out of here." I said the last part quietly as I pulled on my shirt. "Shit," I said again.

I was panicking more than I should have because there were no windows in the room to tell me what time it was. Draco yawned and grabbed his clothes, then darted into the shower stall to hide and put his shirt on. I unlocked the door slowly. It was Dean. There was no light in the room behind him it was still night.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked.

"I've been sick," I replied, "I was throwing up. I guess I fell asleep in here."

"Oh," he said and I walked out and pretended to get in bed. I waited for Dean to come back to bed, and then waited a few more minutes. Finally I went back into the bathroom after grabbing Harry's invisibility cloke.

"You have got to get out of here," I said, throwing the cloak to him. He immediately knew what it was and slipped it on. He grabbed my arm so I knew where he was and said,

"Let's go."

I turned off the light in the bathroom on my way out.

"Ron?"

I turned around at the sound of Harry's voice.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Where are you going?"

"Um…I think I left my wand downstairs. I'll be back in a minute."

"Alright…"

Draco led me. Once we were outside the door he slipped the cloak off and handed it to me. I shoved it under my robes.

"Bye," he said, leaning forward and kissing me. I pulled away more quickly than I would have if I wasn't so panicky at the moment.

I watched him leave, and then walked back into the dorm. Harry was in the bathroom. I put his cloak back and pulled off my cloak and shirt and crawled into my bed. About a minute later I was joined by Harry.

"Where have you been all night?" he asked

"I was sick in the bathroom," I replied.

"What from?" he asked, I could tell he didn't believe me.

"I don't know," I replied, turning towards him.

"G'night," he said quietly.

I sighed in reply.

I felt guilty.

Slow. yeah. okay.

I'm 16 now, yay me!

Birthday was last friday.