Standard Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to JK Rowling. I'm not making any money off of this. If you don't like slash then don't read this.

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"No! Stop! Please!" Draco howled.

Ron withdrew the tip of his cock from Draco's ass.

"I'm sorry love. Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" he said, sounding panicked.

There was a pained expression on his face. Draco rolled over and curled up in the fetal position, crying. Ron felt his raging hard-on collapse. He scooped Draco up from the bed and held him tight.

"What happened? Did I hurt you?" Ron asked once again.

Draco shook his head.

"No," he sobbed. "Wasn't you. It was him... Made me remember... it hurt."

Ron was confused.

"Who hurt you?" he whispered. "What did he do?"

Draco was sobbing too hard to speak. His body began to shake and then to shiver. Ron pulled a blanket over and wrapped it around the both of them, hugging Draco in an ever tighter embrace. He stroked his lover's flaxen blonde hair and whispered soothingly to him. Finally Draco's cries began to die down and he found his voice.

"My father hurt me. He raped me."

Ron's mouth hung open. He was gaping in shock.

"Did you ever tell anyone besides me about this? What about your mother? Does she know?" Ron asked.

"She knows and she thinks it's my fault. She said that I shouldn't have let it happen and that I should be ashamed of myself. She told me not to tell anyone," Draco said.

His voice was almost a whisper. Ron's ears were going red. They always did when he was angry or upset.

"Oh Dray," he whispered. "It's not your fault. You didn't 'let' it happen and you don't deserve to be blamed. No wonder you didn't want to have sex."

Draco looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry I ruined everything," he said.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault," Ron told him.

"Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think we'll ever be able to have sex?" Draco asked fearfully.

"Some day but not today," Ron said. "I think you need to see someone and work through your problems."

"See someone?" Draco asked.

"Like a therapist. It might help," Ron said.

He shrugged. Draco said nothing.

"Let's just lie down and go to sleep. It's getting late anyways," Ron said.

Draco layed down and pulled the blankets over himself. Ron joined him and the two settled into a spooning position.

The End