Ok so yeah I wrote this when the idea came to me the other day. Someone was also trying to talk to me when I wrote it so the punctuation and stuff may not be too brilliant but I was really eager to post it. Also I suck at starting things off and it'll get better I swear. I'll carry it on in a day or so J

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, just the story J

Harry sighed and let his face fall into his hands… this couldn't be happening to him…it just couldn't. He was so miserable, everyone could see it, but there was a reason he was miserable. Anyone who wanted something they couldn't have would be miserable wouldn't they? He couldn't help what he was feeling and he couldn't help but hate himself because of it.

Harry lifted his head and glanced around the room, letting his eyes fall on a jumper, a knitted jumper belonging to his best friend and for one crazy minute he longed to be that jumper. To be wrapped around Ron, to feel the heat of his body, to be something that kept him warm and secure… "Oh god I really am losing it" Harry thought " I can't believe I actually want to trade places with a jumper" Harry sighed again, remembering.

It all happened on the most simplest of days when Harry, Hermione and Ron were all having breakfast. Harry had accidentally knocked a glass of pumpkin juice onto the floor and, embarrassed he hurriedly tried to clean it up and a thick shard of glass stuck itself into his hand. Hermione had rushed out of the room at the sight of the stream of blood coming out of the gash on Harry's hand but Ron had simply grabbed Harry by the other hand and dragged him towards the bathroom.

"Ron what are you…"

"We have to get that glass out of your hand " Ron said.

Ron pulled Harry towards the sink and held his hand over it.

"I'm not gonna lie to you mate this'll hurt like hell" Ron said with and apologizing look.

Harry groaned and Ron began gently tugging at the shard of glass in Harry's hand.

Harry had never realised how gentle Ron could be and how adorable he looked when he was concentrating… but why was he thinking this… Ron was his best friend… how could he think his best friend was adorable… it wasn't normal…it wasn't right…but that didn't stop Harry thinking of how the crease on Ron's forehead made Harry smile.

Ron continued to tug gently at the glass until Harry heard a clink as it fell into the sink.

"Wait here" Ron ordered. He disappeared for a couple of seconds into a toilet stall and walked back towards Harry with a big wad of toilet paper in his hands. Ron took Harry's hand under the tap and began gently dabbing at the wound with the toilet paper.

After the cut was clean Ron gave Harry back his hand and smiled.

"You want to kiss it better too" Harry laughed and much to his surprise Ron took back Harry's hand and did just that.

As Ron's lips touched his skin it sent a fizz of electricity down Harry's arm.

Harry's mouth dropped open but Ron laughed like it was no big deal, (which Harry supposed to anyone with sane thoughts it wasn't) and suggested they go to class.

He didn't understand how something as simple like that had triggered this feeling, no unlocked it was a better way to put this. The way Ron had been so caring and gentle, it was a side of him that Harry hadn't seen before. When Harry thought further into it he began to think of all the things they had done together and he knew that deep down he had felt these feelings before. Whether it was the warm feeling he got when Ron had rested his head on Harry's shoulder when he had gotten sleepy in the common room one time or how he realised how much he had hated being away from him in the summer, it all kept building until Harry was forced to admit his emotions. It was a much stronger feeling than just friendship, he just wished Ron would feel the same way. That was why Harry was in such a deep pit of depression and he just couldn't think of a way out…