Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy-Eight - Back to School

Harry finds an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. He and Ernie flooed from Grimmauld Place to Platform 9¾, they only spent one day there, but they managed to clean another bedroom of dark artifacts. Levitating them out of the room, Harry decided to put them all in the attic until he has time to figure out what to do with them. Ernie remained sober the entire day, which is the longest he's managed since the second week of school. Mrs. Norris spent her day catching doxies and sleeping in the sunlight of the kitchen windows.

Draco and Kyle stayed at Greg's, they returned to France long enough to collect their things and apologize for whatever Kyle did to poor Narcissa on New Years Eve. Whatever it was, it was enough for her to ask Auror Robbins to unlock her floo and send him to Greg's. He doesn't mind, that was a great day. Even if it did start out in tears, at least it wasn't theirs.

Draco is meeting Ian and Toby at King's Cross Station, Harry promised to save them a seat in his compartment. He's sure Kyle and Ian will want to go find their friends, but he'll make sure there's room for all of them.

"Harry." Ron slams the door behind him, "Blimey, Harry. Have you seen Hermione yet?"

"Not yet, you're the first person I've seen besides Ernie, but he's crying over Mrs. Norris right now. I think he's locked in the loo so no one sees him." Harry shrugs, "He's mental about that cat, can you believe it?"

"I don't care about Filch's bloody cat. You need to help me, I fucked up, Harry. I fucked up bad, and I don't know what to do."

"Ah..."

"Bloody hell, mate, no ah's! I need real help and I need it in the next ten minutes. Honestly, do you want me to die, is that it? I'll let you know right now, mate, I'm not leaving you anything in my will if you let me die."

"What did you do?"

"What didn't I do?" Ron slumps down catching his head in his hands, "Important thing first, I guess... after we went clubbing, I ended up at Blaise's house. How I ended up at Blaise's, I don't fucking know, but there were so many of us there. We kept drinking and dancing; I don't think any of us went to sleep until after the sun rose. We spent most of the night in the bloody pool. We're bloody lucky none of us drown, but I think that had more to do with the house elves than our abilities as functional human beings at that point. Now when I say there was a lot of us, I mean there had to be like twenty people. Thank Ms. Zabini is still in Spain, we trashed that house. Not as bad as you did to ours after Charlie's wedding but... anyway, none of that's important. Well, some of it is, I guess... here's the thing, Harry, this is what I need help with because I think I'm boned. I slept with Daphne, like we had sex. I didn't just sleep with her like we fell asleep. I slept with her. Now, mate, don't get mad... technically me and Hermione are broken up, so it wasn't cheating... was it cheating, Harry?"

"It wasn't cheating, Ron."

"Are you sure?" Ron sighs, "Harry... I think I like her. Like I like her like her; and it's not just the sex, we talk while we bake, you know... mostly about how I kept messing up with Hermione but when it wasn't about her, we talked about everything."

"Are you happy?"

"No, I'm freaking out! I would think that's obvious, mate."

"Are you happy with her? Have you talked to her about any of it, Daphne, not Hermione? What did she think when you woke up together?"

"Well..." Ron blushes, "We did it again, when we were sober, so I'm pretty sure she's ok with it. We haven't defined anything if that's what you mean."

Harry leans closer, "Important question."