Ron sat up in his bed. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His breathing was fast, yet heavy.
That night came back to him frequently and it had already been a week since it happened. It haunted yet somewhat pleasured his dreams AND nightmares.
"Ron, Ron are you okay?" Harry had awoken once more for the third time this night. He rubbed his eyes and looked towards his best friend.
"Y-yeah…"Harry stared into his eyes, "I'm fine." Ron said hurriedly. Harry still looked at him in scepticism. He got to his feet and sat beside the redhead, putting his arm around his shoulders.
"Ron, you know I care so much for you and I don't want this to haunt you anymore," Harry loved his friend so much, he really hated seeing him like this.
"I know, but it's not just those Death Eaters that are scaring me, it's Viktor. I mean, there's been no news of him, nothing to say he's okay. He just ran off Harry, and I want to know if he's okay," Ron looked to his feet and a tear fell from his eye. Harry hugged his friend tightly and kissed his forehead. He didn't want Ron to be depressed anymore, he despised it.
"Listen, I'm gonna go to sleep alright? Just wake me up if it happens again. You know that I'm always here to help you Ron. You're my best friend and I love and care about you so fucking much alright?" Harry kissed his friend once more and climbed back into bed. Within thirty seconds he was snoring.
The Weasley, lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Ron was dreaming within minutes.
He couldn't help but do the obvious and dream of Viktor.
He cared so much for the Bulgarian, that just to hold him in his arms would be pure bliss.
He dreamt of this, just laying next to the lake at Hogwarts, holding Viktor in his arms, stroking his lusciously long locks. Viktor began to turn, so he was facing Ron, the redhead stared deep into those mesmerising beautiful eyes…