(Ron's P.O.V)

I was only laying on the bathroom floor sobbing for a few seconds before Draco walked in.

"You okay?" he murmured awkwardly.

I didn't say anything. He had told everyone. Draco must have read my mind because then he said,

"I'm sorry I told Harry. I didn't know your own brother would beat you up, although I'd never think my dad would ever hit me so..."

I looked up. George had covered up all the bruises with magic before he left. He didn't really hit me for very long because I had told him before he started that I wouldn't do it anymore and I also had fought back pretty hard, too. Draco sat down next to me on the floor but never once looked at me as he did so. I turned away from him.

"If Harry walks in he'll be mad," I said dryly.

"I know," Draco replied, "But..."

"You're not gay."

"I know-"

"Get the hell away from me!" I finally said, standing up. He followed suit. "I'm not going to sleep with you anymore so just leave."

"I wasn't going to...God, I just want to klnow if you're okay."

"Well I'm not. Satisified?"

"Not really."

"I've got to go find Harry," I muttered, and left. My arms and face were in pain but I sucked it up and tried to find my most likely soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, I doubt he'd still want me after all this.

Draco didn't follow me, but I wish he had for some reason. I felt safe around him. It was lunch time. I went to the Great Hall and found Harry sitting with Ginny, Hermione, Dean, and Seamus. And empty spot next to Harry begged me to sit there. I stepped toward him cautiously. Dean and Seamus saw me and smiled. Ginny was trying to look indifferent as was Hermione. Harry looked nervous. I sat next to him carefully, he didn't do anything.

"Where've you been?" Dean asked me after swallowing a mouthfull of food.

"Erm," I satrted, then cleared my throat and said, "Sick."

"Feeling any better?" Seamus inquired.

I sighed,

"Not really."

Hermione, harry, and Ginny were silent. Dean and Seamus slowly figured out that "sick" hadn't been what had happened to me. But I decided against telling them.

I fell asleep surprisngly easy that night, but awoke to loud, rolling thunder. The room would occasionally fully light up when lightning flashed. I didn't really like thunder-storms. My instincts told me to get into Harry's bed but not after what happened. When I glanced over to his bed, though, it was empty. Seconds later he walked out of the bathroom. I quickly turned away. But I was completely shocked when I felt him climb in next to me.

"I'm not mad," he said quietly, pulling the curtains around my bed shut, "Scared, maybe."

"I won't do it anymore," I said quickly, "Anything. I won't cheat, I won't cut, I won't throw up...well unless I'm sick..."

"I don't care, Ron. You're my best friend," he casually laid ontop of me and I smiled, "My boyfriend. And you're having hard times right now. I'm not going to ask you why anymore. I won't ask you why you do it. I don't need to know. It doesn't bother me." I knew he was lying, but it relaxed me. And that was the point.

"Okay," I said.

"Ginny told me what George did. How bad to he hurt you?"

"Not that bad," I lied, and almost jumped out of my skin at a sound of loud thunder.

Harry remained silent, waiting for me to tell the truth.

"Okay. He hit me a few times and then just waited for me to promise not to stop. Weasley brothers don't tend to do all the mushy talking crap. Fred does sometimes and so do I...but not often and not about stuff like this."

We were silent for a few minutes. Both lost in our own thoughts, then Harry said,

"Do you want to date other people?"

END.

Yeah yeah cry, groan, complain.

But a sequel is coming, dur!