Ron tiptoed across the room and stood, bare feet leading on to shivering pale legs, watching the curtains around Harry's four poster bed sway. A snort from Neville's sleeping figure near the other wall startled him, and he continued on, until he was close enough to move the curtains on the bed with his own heaving breathing. "Harry?" he whispered. There was no answer. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here, Ron thought. He should just go back and go to sleep.

Before Ron could stop himself, he had gently pulled aside the dark red curtain. Harry's face was buried into the pillow, his mouth slightly open. Pulling the curtain closed behind him, Ron slipped under the covers on the opposite side of the bed. Harry stirred, turned to face him, but remained asleep. The blanket slid off Harry's shoulder, exposing his slender chest and stomach. Ron had the idea that Harry slept naked, and was surprised to feel his insides turn over.

As if sensing Ron's presence, Harry opened his eyes and started. Squinting, he pulled the velvet self-consiously around him. "Um, Ron?"

Pink from head to toe, Ron muttered something about being unable to sleep. Harry giggled, "so you decided to come wake me up for a pillow fight?" His smile faded as he noticed how uncomfortable Ron looked. "Are you okay? Are you sure it's just the insomnia?" Harry put an awkard hand on Ron's back, trying to be reassuring. It was with despair that Ron lifted his red head and gazed at the other boy.

"Oh Harry, I just don't know anymore. I can't tell what I think. It's so confusing!" Ron's pale eyes, cloudy with tears, were buried as Harry pulled him into a comforting hug. Troubled, Harry stroked his friend's bare back. What could be worring Ron so much?

Harry finally noticed that Ron had not put his robes back on before he left the haven of his bed. Harry was bare, too, and he realized Ron's tears were rolling down his stomach and below the sheets. As Ron's muffled sobs begain to subside, Harry wiped tears from his own eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Ron asked, surprised.

"Well, you're upset, and I can't help. I wish you'd tell me what's wrong."

"If only I could, Harry... if only I could control myself." Ron started crying again, and his grasp around Harry's waist tightened.

After some time, the darker haired boy realized Ron wasn't crying anymore; both were just laying there together. Weasley was asleep, Harry realized, with a surprising sense of disappointment. He pulled the blankets closer around them both and settled back on the pillows.

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