Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Fourteen ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling nor am I part of the wonderfully talented Mangaka quartet known as CLAMP.

Title: Sakura

Pairing: RWxDM

Warnings: Slash, Angst, Boring Chapter Alert!!!!!

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 14

 

Ron sat in his bed staring at Phineas Nigellus' empty frame. Downstairs he could hear everybody else enjoying their Christmas lunch and getting ready to go to St. Mungo's to visit his father.

He wasn't going. His dad didn't want to see him anyway.

After he had left Draco he followed Dobby to Dumbledore's office and when he entered he was met by Ginny, his brothers and Harry. All of them looked at him accusingly and didn't have to ask where he had been. His shirt was still half open and he had even noticed his pants weren't buttoned right. As he fixed himself Dumbledore explained that his father had been injured while he was working for the Order. Creating a portkey he sent them all to number Twelve Grimmauld Place to meet with his mother.

When she had gotten there to tell them that he was going to be all right she couldn't look at Ron. Her eyes landed on him for a brief second but then she looked away, like she had seen something disgusting and didn't want to look at it. Seeing his mother look at him like that made his stomach twist and his eyes burn but he held back any tears.

Later that morning when they went to the hospital to see his dad Mr. Weasley looked at him and, barely nodding his head, curtly greeted him with a simple “Ron” before he went on to hug Ginny.

That was a week ago and something inside told him that it wouldn't be any different this time. Ron didn't want to see the man if he didn't even want him there.

Ron opened another chocolate frog and stuffed it in his mouth. He thought it was one of the one's that Tonks had given him. He wasn't sure since about the only things he had gotten were chocolate and other sweets.

That morning he woke up to the smallest pile of Christmas presents he'd ever seen. What made it particularly worse was being able to compare its size to Harry's much larger pile on the other side of the room. He'd gotten chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes and every-flavor beans from Tonks and Hagrid who also gave him a Chuddly Cannon poster that he already had. He was surprised to get a homework planner that talked from Hermione as well as more Cauldron Cakes though he knew it was probably because she had already bought them and didn't know what else to do with any of it except give it to him. Lupin had given him a book about Defensive magicks. Ron could tell that it was part of the same set he and Sirius had given Harry. He didn't get anything from Sirius and he didn't get anything from his family. He didn't even get the usual Weasley sweater that his mom always made for everybody. The usual Weasley sweater that he realized everybody else had still gotten when he had tried to go down for breakfast earlier that morning. He was pulled out of his thoughts when someone knocked on the bedroom door.

“Go away,” he said. He knew it was rude but at the moment he didn't really care. They didn't listen though as the door opened and Remus Lupin walk through it.

“Ronald,” he started awkwardly, as though he didn't know how to say what it was he wanted to say. “All of us are ready to leave for St. Mungo's. We were wondering if you wanted to join us.”

“We?” He looked at his former teacher as the man struggled to think of what to say next. Finally Lupin just let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the bed next to him.

“I was wondering if you wanted to join us,” he said. Ron didn't say anything. He found an interesting smudge on the wall and decided to stare at that instead. “I know that it's hard for you right now,” he continued, “but you have to try to understand that's it's not exactly easy for people to accept…” he trailed off.

“To accept what?” Ron asked angrily. “That their son, brother or friend is gay?” The word came out of his mouth before he could think to stop it. It felt weird saying it, sounded weird hearing himself say it. If felt even stranger saying it in reference to himself since he had never once thought of himself that way. Not even during all the time that he and Draco were secretly meeting each other did he think of himself as being gay.

“Well…yes,” Lupin said. “For most people it's just not seen as being…” again he trailed off.

“It's not normal,” Ron finished for him. He turned to look at the older man. Lupin sighed and looked at his hands.

“I think,” He said slowly, “That your mum and dad are more angry about who it is rather than their gender.”

“Well if they would just listen to me they'd know that Malfoy and I aren't exactly a couple.”

“Is that so?” Lupin asked curiously. “Then…just what are the two of you?”

Ron stared at him for a little while before he looked away and said, “I don't know.” It was the truth. After what had happened in the Room of Requirement he didn't know what was going on between them anymore. He had wanted to put a stop to it but now he didn't know if he could. It wasn't even that he was afraid Draco wouldn't let him anymore but he wasn't sure whether he really wanted it to stop. He'd though a lot about Draco since his arrival at Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Lupin nodded and smiled at him knowingly. He patted Ron on the back and stood up. “I'm sure you'll figure it out,” he said.

“And how do you feel about all of this?” Ron asked.

Lupin stared at him, thinking. Finally he said, “I'm in no real position to judge you Ron.” Ah yes he was referring to the werewolf thing. Ron had almost forgotten about that. “You're free to live how you like.” He smiled at Ron. Ron tried to smile back.

“I do wish to advise you to be careful with him of course,” Lupin continued as he made his way to the door. “Please don't forget that Draco is the son of a very influential Death Eater.”

“I know.” That was the big thing Ron had continuously tried to forget during his week of seclusion.

Lupin opened the door but paused. Turning he said, “And make sure you talk to your mother about all of this before you go back to school.” With that he shut the door, leaving Ron in his solitude once again.