Harry Potter and The Consequences Of The Unresolved(A HP horror fanfic)

4. Falsehoods of Love

Back embedded insides the comforts of his bed, Harry laid on as the early morning rulers of sunlight peeked out from behind the curtain draped across the window, the rays stabbing into the darkness. It felt so comforting to Harry. And for once in a long while, horrors weren't unfolding on the back of his eyelids each time he blinked like some inklings at danger to come.

Ron sat close to him, sleep still dazing his eyes and he observed the quiet room around him. He was shirtless, clad only in his underwear. His red hair was ruffled by sleep, the red strands poking and stabbing at the air in a messy array. He filled his lunges with the chilly air and the cold that licked at his skin cautioned him to climb back underneath the duvet.

Harry lifted his hand from the bed and started to walk his fingers up Ron's back. Love me, please, he thought solemnly to himself as he eyed Ron's pale skin. He got up in bed, to his knees, standing behind Ron; they were both only in their underwear and as the duvet fell off Harry's body, the cold enveloped him. "You're so cute when you wake up." Harry whispered as he buried his face in Ron's neck.

Ron let out a soft giggle as Harry started to pepper kisses on his neck, "You're tickling me." he combed his hand through Harry's always-messy-hair.

They heard something slip into the letter slot of their front door, "What would that be?" Harry inquired.

"It might be the newspaper?" Ron answered

"You signed up for the newspaper?"

"Yeah," Ron blushed, "I wanted to know what was going on outside, you know, to live like muggles. It's stupid." even more blush covered his face.

"It's not, its-, you just really didn't strike as a news reader, that's Hermione's thing." Harry cursed himself, why would he bring Hermione up? "Why would you want to live like a muggle?" he asked to fill the silence.

"I don't know..." Ron paused for a second, unsure what to do before getting up from the bed and then moving to retrieve the paper.

While Harry waited for Ron to return, he rummaged around in his bedside table for a pack of cigarettes'. He struck gold and extracted one of the white cylinders and moved over to the window and swung open the curtain, flooding the room with stinging yellow sunlight. The brightness of it almost brought tears to his eyes. He lit the cigarette and took a pull while overlooking the street brimmed with people and cars.

Ron reentered the room, "Holy shit, that's bright." he said, covering his eyes with his hand, "Look at this, Harry." Ron added, moving closer to Harry and jutting the newspaper out towards him. Harry took it and red, Son of Wealthy Land Gentry Family Found Murdered in Manor, Harry's heart speed inclined, beating again his chest, "Oh-oh, God." he stumbled over his words, he hoped Ron took it as his shock at finding his previous classmate was murdered. Why is he so shocked; he knew it would hit the papers soon?

Ron eyed Harry with a searching, investigative gaze. It infuriated Harry, "What?" he snapped, grabbing Ron's wrist, "Do you want me to yell and scream in depression at this fuck-wits death? He was a cunt, a fucking massive one, he deserved it." Ron noticed the rash swallowing Harry's hand but did not make a remark on it.

Ron was at a lost for words; they failed him; he could produce nothing outside of a pathetic whimper.

This just seemed to fuel the angry fire that burned inside Harry; he tightened his grip on Ron's slim wrist; it caused his lover to cry out louder in pain, "Harry, y-you're hurting me." tears stung Ron's eyes.

Fear flooded Ron's body.

"Harry..." he whimpered, "Please." Harry felt a nagging feeling to stop but he pushed it aside, he was tired of people shooting him accusing looks. He pushed Ron to the floor and as his best friend for so long and his lover for such a short time sat quivering on the floor, clutching his wrist, the anger fell away and embarrassment replaced it. "I'm so sorry." he cried, tears peaking up from his bottom eyelid before trickling down his flushed red cheeks.