(Harry's P.O.V)

According to what Dean and Seamus told me when Ron and I woke up and he went to take a shower, Ron had been in the bathroom with someone that night.

Despite what I knew about Ron, I didn't believe them. He told me he was sick, and that's what I was going to believe unless he told me otherwise. Ron could have been with someone, but if he still considers me his boyfriend then fine, that's what I'll be.

Ron walked back into the room from the showers fully dressed and still slightly damp. He smiled at me as he put his shoes on. I returned it and then walked into the bathroom.

As we walked down the hallway to Double Potions after lunch, Hermione noticed the tension and tried to make conversation. Ron and I finally gave in and started talking to each other. We spotted Draco and Blaise standing near the doorway. Hermione walked into the classroom to get us a table but Ron and I had slowed down as we walked past them. They eyes us slightly suspiciously but didn't say or do anything.

Potions went by slowly, Ron wouldn't stop fidgeting. When Snape gave us the instructions Ron would sit for a minute or two and then have to stand up and do something, like get an ingredient or go talk to Dean and Seamus.

"Ron would you just sit still for the rest of the hour?" I finally exploded.

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then he sat down and didn't speak. I wanted to say sorry, but I couldn't help it. He could have been cheating on me last night, with any guy he could have snuck into our dorm. Hermione gave me a look that said something like "You could have been nicer".

I shrugged. And the class period continued on at a snail-like pace.

Draco and Blaise were standing in the same spot near the door talking to eachother and fell silent when Ron and I walked by again. The watched us with a piercing glare that I couldn't have been able to copy even if i tried. I felt like I had done something wrong. I looked over at Ron and he gave me a pathetic glance. He HAD been with someone that night. It had either been Draco or Blaise.

Unexpectedly Ron's arm was grabbed, he yelped in pain and both of us turned around. Draco had grabbed him.

"You've got to be kidding," he growled.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in a small voice. The kind of voice he would use if I spoke sharply at him.

"After last night?" Draco snapped, then he looked at me, "I think Ron has something to show you."

"No I don't!" Ron said quickly, trying to pull away and reach for his wand at the same time, but Blaise had snuck up behind him and grabbed his other arm. I was too curious and slightly angry at Ron to help, he knew, and quit struggling.

I watched intently (and so did Hermione who had figured out we were no longer with her and came back). Draco lifted up the sleeve of Ron's left arm and said a spell I had learned last year, the kind that revealed hidden wounds. The heat seemed to leave my entire body. Ron had several cuts, old, slightly recent, and very recent, from his wrists to his elbow. Finally Draco let go of his arm. Ron pulled his sleeve back down and hurried away before I could say anything.

Blaise smirked, Draco looked a bit upset but otherwise pleased with himself.

"So he was with you last night," I stated, "And...how long have you known about that?"

"Cutting?" Draco asked, his voice had cracked and he cleared his throat, "Since the last time we were together. He makes himself throw up too. But he told me that last night. Can I talk to you for a minute?" his voice was scarily sincere and I nodded.

We left Blaise and Hermione and walked down the hallway. We were the only ones not in class (besides Ron, Blaise, and Hermione) and had a hallway to ourselves.

"I didn't do that to get back at him for not leaving you," Draco said, looking me straight in the eye, telling the truth, "I'm worried, honestly. He's been cutting since the beginning of the year and has been Bulimic since two weeks ago. I thought I could get him to stop maybe because..." he took a deep breath, "Because he didn't want to be with you but couldn't make himself break up with you." he said this last part quickly and lowered his head after he said it, "But that wasn't right."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked honestly, "Why do you care about him?"

"Theres no reason for me to hate you or him anymore," Draco replied, shifting his school books to his other arm and flipping his hair out of his eyes, I wondered if he got that habit from Ron, "My parents are dead. Voldemort may still be alive but he wasn't the one making me hate you and Muggle-borns and blood-traitors. It was my parents. They're gone. Why continue hating you? I envy you. You guys can be friends unconditionally. No one trusts me." he shrugged and then said, "Well...look after Ron. Okay? Don't get mad at him for last night. I only slightly forced myself onto him." Draco walked away but I told him to stop.

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"Find out for yourself." he shrugged again.

I didn't move. I didn't know if I could. I was angry, upset (in the sad way), and confused. I didn't want to find Ron, but knew I had to. There was just one thing to do before I could do that, though.

After writing a letter and begging Hedwig to fly as fast as she could (but knew the letter wouldn't get to the Twins in time) I rushed to Lupin's classroom and begged him to come talk to me because it was a student emergency.

"I need your permission for a few things," I said quickly, "Ron's in trouble, but thats as much as I can say. I need to get to Diagon Alley as quickly as possible so I can explain to Fred and George what's going on and I need some sort of note to excuse my absences from my classes." I paused to take a breath and then added, "Please. I know I can't keep taking advantage of you just because DUmbledore asked you to watch over me, Ron, and Hermione buts its honestly, truley an emergency."

"Okay," Lupin agreed, he glanced into his classroom and gave some instruction to the students, then told me to go to DUmbledores office and ask if I could use his fireplace, "I will go to my office and talk to him there."

"How can you-?" I started but he intterupted,

"We have our ways. Just go. My fireplace is not working at the moment."

The oddity of that staement would have made me laugh at any other time. I ran to Dumbledores office and begged the gargoyles to let me up because it was an emergency.

"Dumbledore is expecting you," one of the Gargoyles told me as they opened the stairwell. I ran up them and burst into Dumbledores office. To my surprise, the Twins were there, looking highly upset.