Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters; I'm not that talented yet unfortunately…

A/N: This is my first fan fiction everyone! Yay! I will say one thing though, I'm not much of a HP fan any more, I lost interest during the 5th book, but I had the idea thanks to Harry Potter day during my school's spirit week, and I ended up writing this and I'm using it to help me overcome my bad case of writers block. I tried to research what I couldn't remember clearly or didn't know as I went, so hopefully I was fairly successful in my attempts to remain accurate… or as accurate as any slash fan fic. I hope you enjoy it and please don't be mean when writing constructive criticism in reviews. It is Yaoi, so if you don't like it, don't read it. You have been warned. I'm almost done with chapter two and chapter three is already written, not typed. I think this will be between 4 and 6 chapters, so this is really just a small project to get me started. I'll do my best to update in a timely manor, but I'm extremely busy.

So without further ado, I present to you: A Very Mary Harry!

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Once Ron and Hermione had left the infirmary Harry propped himself upright and grabbed one of the chocolate frog packages Ron had left him. Opening the package carefully, as to not let the enchanted chocolate escape him, He plunged in his first two fingers and his thumb, and fished out the jittery confection by one leg and quickly took it into his mouth where it squirmed a bit before the melting properties of the chocolate asserted their precedence over the frog-like qualities of the croakoa and the treat morphed into a rich liquid that slid down his throat.

It was an odd sensation, but Harry had decided long ago that taking the sweet treats into his mouth while they were still stirring and then having the warm, smooth, liquid slide down his throat was an experience he enjoyed, perhaps a bit too much.

With the task of consuming the frog completed, Harry proceeded to remove the collectable card from the package to discover that he had obtained Ptolemy. At first his only realization was that he had received a card he'd never seen and with this he commenced the ritual process of reading the card before flipping it over several times in his hands as he noted the minute details the magical manufacturers never failed to put into the products of the world of wizardry and which would never cease to amaze him.

It wasn't until he had nearly exhausted his child-like fascination with the new card that Harry recalled Ron telling him of the two cards he had yet to collect, and this was one of them.

He always found enjoyment in being introduced to the cards that were so popular amongst his peers, however he'd never bothered to hang on to the things with the exception of his Dumbledore card. Considering this, Harry decided that he would surprise Ron with the card when he was released from the infirmary. And besides, he thought, he wouldn't even have made it to the infirmary until it were much further in the day and until likewise he were much further in a significant amount of pain had Ron not helped him there exhibiting more care for his friend than fear for the crazed bludger that had taken chase of the flight professor after some pranksters from Slytherin decided it would be funny to charm the ball.

It wasn't that nobody cared for Harry, simply that all the students had followed the lead of Neval and taken cover inside when Harry went in pursuit of the ball in an attempt to relieve the situation which ensued when the frantic teacher had flown off uncontrollably trailing shrieks of terror as she tried to find refuge from the ball in the woods.

Unfortunately for Harry, his plan to divert the bludger and send it crashing to the ground with a series of swift aerial dives and maneuvers didn't go as planed once Malfoy caught sight of the chaos and figured he'd help out and summon a sheet of Plexiglas to obstruct his aforementioned victim. With this final obstacle added to the challenge Harry found himself crashing into an invisible wall slowing him down just enough to allow time for the bludger to smash into his kneecap with such brute force it was completely torn off before he had even registered the Plexiglas trap.

The pain from the injury knocked him unconscious almost instantly, and seeing his best friend sprawled across the ground in a pool of his own blood, his leg twisted in a way which one could be fairly confident in saying was a manor a leg was not supposed to twist in naturally, filled the petrified Ron with just enough adrenalin to set him in motion before he even realized what had just occurred. For this, Harry was fairly certain that Ron had more than deserved his Ptolemy card.

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Slipping the card into a pocket of his robe, Harry allowed himself to drift into a daze with the thought of a quick recovery in mind. In his lucid mind, the thought of Ron drifted through his head. What he had done was heroic, and for some reason, Harry couldn't help but feel like someone who would risk so much for him deserved more than just his friendship. He wasn't sure why the thought had never occurred to him before, after all it wasn't the first time Ron had stood by him in such a dangerous situation, but he knew that there was still something slightly different about this time.

At this point Harry was exhausted, and he no longer cared to deconstruct and anylize his own thoughts as much as he did to just push his thoughts aside and just plummet into a deep sleep.

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It was an odd feeling Harry had when he awoke to discover Ron had taken his hand and in waiting for Harry to wake, had fallen asleep himself. Thoughts raced in Harry's mind like a swarm of snitches.

On one hand, he was startled by the fluttering of his heart when he saw the tousled red hair that fell just as it always had, but suddenly looked so delicate on the frail figure which seemed to glow radiantly now that Harry really looked at the adorable and yet miniscule smile the boy wore. Furthermore, it had never occurred to Harry that boys could possibly have these feelings towards each other, which of course made him wonder if perhaps it was just him who felt that was towards his friend, but the dreadful thought of that possibility was to much for him to bear even as unsure as he was in his own recently uncovered feelings. To pull himself together, Harry came up with an excuse which was rather stupid if it could be considered an excuse at all. The boy holding his hand while asleep at his side, as he was currently, was really a rather gay sight if ever there was one.

Harry found once again that he was still too tired to forfeit falling back asleep so he could instead agonize in thought of feelings and ideas that didn't make sense to him. His eyes flitted shut and it was easy to drift into sleep when the hand joined with his was providing him such a comforting sensation.