HP. Not mine. I wish. Oi! RonxHarry. No smut.
"Harry?" Ron asked, looking from side to side through the corridors.
"Yes Ron?" Harry was busy jotting down random potions on his notebook.
"Jordan and Draco were talking about some stuff earlier, and it made me feel kind of awkward."
Harry stopped to look at him, "Why?"
He blushed furiously, "Askin' some pretty weird questions...Kind of made me feel... strange inside."
"Go on, tell me."
Ron could see that Harry was getting impatient, so he thought he'd ought to get right to the point.
"Jordan asked Draco who'd he snog and well he said me but when Draco asked the same thing back Jordan said you so I said you too cause-"
Harry felt his cheeks heaten and his mouth dry. His hands and fingers dripping with sweat, a jolt in Heaven's knows where and eyes twitched immediately.
"What?"
Ron wasn't looking at Harry anymore, instead he looked at his notes and said, "You'd rather shag me then Draco or Jordan, right Harry?"
Harry stood silent. Of course he would, but then again, they had been friends for years. Male friends. He had dreams of Cho, Hermoine even, once in a while Ginny. But Ron? The thought of didn't scare him at all, infact the jolt in his pants only increased.
"Well...Er, Yeah...I Suppose..." He spat.
"Uh, yeah, me too." Ron said simply.
"Why don't we get on our Potions, shall we?" Harry asked, dying to move the subject.
"Oi. Sounds good."
Ron's hands were sweaty as well, as he had flipped his pencil on the floor. Both boys grabbed for it, having Harry's hand tight against Ron's.
"Uh, Harry?"
"Ron."
"Are you...Uhm...By any chance..."
Harry lifted his hand and gathered his books, "Actaully Ron, I think I better go."
A/N:Yup, gotta love it.