Misunderstandings

Summary: Harry's just trying to share his news with Ron.

"Harry, mate, I love you too, but not that way" Said a very red, very uncomfortable Ron.

"and I… --what the hell are you talking about, Wesley?!"

"You know, that—that thing you did with your hands"

Harry looked blankly at his hands before lifting an eyebrow at Ron.

"What, this?"

Ron battled madly at Harry's hands, while looking down both ways of the corridor and glaring at nothing in particular, but glaring all the same.

"Would you stop that?!"

"Does it really bother you?" Harry asked innocently.

Ron took a very deep breath, looked at Harry in the eyes, and after a few heartbeats said with solemnity "No, it doesn't" Harry got the awkward feeling that perhaps they were walking on thin ice while having a heart to heart of a very different kind. He looked back at his hands. "if that's the way you feel, that's ok mate" Ron was using that same soothing voice that he had used few times before.

Now Potter was suspicious.

He took a peek at Ron who wasn't even looking at Harry anymore, he was looking at the ceiling, as if looking for his next words; which was a stupid thing to do, really, since all of Hogwarts classrooms and most of the halls were charmed against such a thing. Especially in test's season. But then again, that was Ron to you.

Hopeful and a die hard.

The twins had spend most of their Hogwarts career looking for a loophole to that charm and they would even swear to anyone who asked, that they had once found the answer to one of Mc Gonagall's questions , but that was just a myth…

"but you see Har, me and Hermione" Harry opened his mouth to ask what exactly they were talking about, but Ron hurried to amend "or Herm or me, whatever. Focus Harry, dammit!, this is hard to explain, and I'm honored, I really am" it was never a good sign when Ron started to scratch his head messing up his hair into a nest "… and I should have seen it coming—I mean, you obviously show all the sings and Herm even wondered…" he spaced out giving Harry an appraising look, but added before Harry could get a word edgewise "but I'm not into blokes—and… and it's ok if you are. Honest. And I won't think an--"

Now was Harry's turn to turn red

"Wait! What!? Who's into blokes?" he spoke over Ron

"—ut you and…" he stopped "Er… you are… Listen, Harry, is ok, really" he said in earnest taking Harry by the shoulders.

"and you get this idea from…." Harry invited him to complete the sentence. Damn it, but he himself wasn't sure, yet if he liked blokes better!

"Well, you said you have something important to tell me, and then started talking about changes in your life, and asking me to hear you out first" at Harry's "I don't know where you're coming from, and 'am not sure, I want to know where you're going" look, Ron added an accusatory "and you did the hand thing!!, you know, with –with your fingers and all. You twisted your finger at me, Potter, don't go denying it now! I know what I saw!!" by the color of his face you could see that was getting really frustrated. "You're in love with me!" he finished with finality, and really red ears.

"Where do you—I was just—the fing--- dammit, Ron!, I was just trying to tell you that I got adopted by Snape, I'm not in love with you,you self conceited Pratt!!"

after a pause…

"So you're not in love with me?"

"No"

"You sure?"

Just a look was enough answer this time, and again there was silence.

All in all, Harry thought while playing again with his fingers, this had gone a lot better than what he had expected, perhaps he just didn't know Ron as much as he thought he did, he was taking it fairly well…

"...wait…YOU WHAT!?!"

…then again…

→The End←

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