Pairing: Percy/Ron.

Rating: PG-13.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Both Ron and Perce owned by JK.

Summary: Abusing Ron.

It was snowing outside. Ron leaned his forehead against the cold windowpane as if it offered some form of escape. A tee-shirt was hastily wrapped about his hips. He had no clue where his boxers had gone.

Images jolted through his mind… a firm, slim chest (no, dammit, he was skinny! He'd always been skinny!) above him. A persistent, determined-to-be-lover (can't be… he'd been shy all his life, hadn't he?) nuzzling kisses into Ron's neck, (oh God, don't think about it). Ron had never tried it before, but after a few drinks (more than a few!) - hell, why not? (Ron whimpered to himself… why not? I'll tell you why not! Because I'm an idiot, that's why not!).

The persistent picture returned again and again (stop… please make it stop). Ron put his hand over his eyes, squeezed them shut as though that would block it out. But it stayed anyway… that chest above him in the half-light, his hips between Ron's legs… (no, no, no, no)…sliding in and out, smoothly, so smoothly… (he's done this before!).

That morning Ron had wakened to find Percy bending over him (where am I? St. Mungo's? Home?). Why was Percy there? Then the sheet, it was draped over Percy's shoulders, his long bare chest leading to his bare - Omigod!

Now Percy was curled up in a ball in his bed, still naked, his head in his hands. "Ron… please… at least say something…"

Ron shook his head. He couldn't. He pounded his head against the windowpane. But the images wouldn't stop. Outside the snow fell relentlessly.