After a week of getting settled into the school year, and finishing the building of the 8th year dorms, Ron was simply exhausted. He had no energy to play quidditch, pull pranks with his brothers, or even talk to his two best friends. Harry had become nearly mute, he hadn't heard him talk since the battle. And he knee the ptsd was messing with him, he just didn't feel comfortable doing anything anymore. And he and Hermione broke up after just two weeks of dating. It was neither party's fault, but they just couldn't stand being romantically involved with eachother. Ron had stopped feeling romantic and sexual attraction around the beginning of his seventh year. He had liked her before that though and tried to convince himself that he still liked her, that he still liked girls in general. But of course, he had been lying to himself. Ron didn't feel those feelings for anyone and it bothered him. Not only because of the lack of feelings, but the timing of it. He knew that it was similar to littles soon before they were classified as such. That and he's been wetting the bed far too often. But Ron Weasley couldn't be a little...could he?
The untested 8th years were to be tested after dinner that night and he knew it, so he did the logical thing and hid in his dorm with the curtains closed. Soon he heard his roommates Draco, Neville, and he assumed Harry, come in. "I'm glad you're a caregiver Neville. Are you truly willing to temporarily look after me when my uncle Sev is busy? I don't want to be a bother..." I peeked out just in time to see Longbottom wrap the blonde in his arms. "Of course. It must be hard for you. This will also be good practice!" The boys chuckled and stayed in the hug until he popped his red head out of the curtains. "Malfoy you're little?" He looked offended and hotly snapped back "what? Does that bother you?" Knowing that he was emotional about it, because of his cruel parents Ron sputtered an apology and changed the subject. "How many people are left?" Neville looked at him with a disapproving stare, "hardly no one, you know you have to get tested. It's against the law no to and you'll never become an auror without the papers." Ron sighed and rolled back over to fall asleep. It was half an hour later when madame Pomfrey and professor McGonagall burst through the door and practically dragged him to the infirmary to get tested.
To be continued ~
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Fanfictionpeople are supposed to be classified at the beginning of 7th year, when they will start showing signs of thir class. Ronald Weasley gets classified like everyone else is in his 8th year. the stress from the war, relationship issues, and keeping his...
