Ron little space

part 2

Just as the anxious boy was starring to fall asleep, Madame Pomfrey and professor McGonagall burst through the door of his dorm and nearly dragged him to the infirmary for his classification test. Once Ron was seated -rather uncomfortably- on one of the many beds lining the infirmary walls, Madame Pomfrey immediately began to uncork the vile of foul smelling potion, while McGonagall wasted no time to lecture her student.

"And here I was thinking you had matured! I would expect this from the younger years, but from you Mr. Weasley, you should be ashamed.", she paused, thinking of how to carefully phrase so that she didn't upset the teenager further, while still getting her point across. She got down on Ron's level and tried to convince him to look at her. It was at this point she realized he was crying, "Mr. Weasley, your classification is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it is an honor to each class. So let's get this over with. Your not in trouble and I'm not upset."

After taking a minute to gather his courage [and because McGonagall was now holding his hand] Ron downed the potion, and avoided looking at the adults as they read the parchment that read his fate. The silence was deafening and as Madame Pomfrey opened her mouth to speak to him he took off down the corridors.

Currently:

It had been nearly half a year and it was time for winter break. Madame Pomfrey and professor McGonagall had checked up on him a few times to ask if he was in his headspace often enough -and of course he lied- but the truth was that he was always upset or in pain from rejecting his headspace. No one else knew of his classification, not even his best mate Harry. Harry still didn't talk, at least not in front of others. The boys would stay up and talk of the little things and in one of these small 'secessions' that Harry admitted that he was classified as a submissive, but was much too traumatized to get into any relationships or get attached to others after the war. He poured his heart out about how terrifying it was to loose so many people close to you, and in that way the two related. But Ron still didn't feel he could tell Harry about his own classification, he couldn't tell anyone. So he would just sit and wait, hoping that his classification would shift with time, though even he knew that it was very rare.

After Draco's father disowned him he found a caregiver of his own, and rather quickly. The blonde former aristocrat now lived in the dungeons on weekdays -school nights- with his caregiver/ potions professor. So now that it was a Friday night, Ron wasn't surprised to see Harry and Draco cuddled up on Neville's bed softly giggling to eachother. Neville was sitting at his desk smiling to himself, looking less stressed than usual much to his own surprise. Ron didn't want to interrupt the sweet scene, but he also knew that if he didn't leave sion he would slip, so the lanky boy swiftly got into his bed and shut the curtains. Simultaneously, he cast a silencing charm around himself just as he started to sob. The young man's body began to fidget and he was soon freed from him the uncomfortable 'big kid clothes' he forced himself to wear. He fell asleep to the sound of his own whines and labored breaths.

The next morning Ron woke up startled by an all too familiar warmth pooling around his hip and soaking the new sheets. He was just about to roll over onto him back and start sobbing like the previous night, when Harry came in with a plate of food and pulled his curtains back, revealing a teary-eyed, sad, naked Ronald Weasley sitting in a puddle of wee. After recovering from his shock Harry set down the plate of breakfast foods and wrapped his arms around his best friends shoulders.