A/N: I never really have cared much for this ship obviously, but I was bored, and had an urge to write, even though I was very uninspired -.-…might write something more serious to go along with this later
"Ron, where might my cookies be?" Harry stood at the foot of his bed looking through his trunk. Christmas time was just around the corner, and he was already starting to get tons of sweets, even if he wasn't the most popular guy in school at the moment he still had his fans.
"Dun ask me" Ron shrugged, laying back in his own four post bed catching up on a bit of reading. None of it was school related of course, but a book on spells that most teachers saw as a waste of time. After all, what is the use of doing a spell to remove warts from your third chin when you have no warts, let alone a third chin.
With a frown Harry stopped his search and looked at the red head, it wasn't until this moment he realized that they were alone…all alone, in this part of the tower at least. Before the other boy could look up, Harry was standing at the side of his bed, hands on hips. "I don't believe you, you ate my cookies didn't you?"
"What? Why would I eat your cookies?" Rod half way sat up, setting the book aside. "Besides, if I really wanted them, I could have just asked" His words sounded truthful enough, but the few crumbs on his chin and shirt proved him wrong.
"Lair" Harry leaned down, kissably close, and wiped the crumbs from the other boys chin before licking them from his fingers slowly. "Yes, you did eat my cookies"
Ron's heart was beating faster, but it wasn't like they hadn't been this close before. They were friends after all, this sort of things happened all the time, right? He squeaked the first time he tried to speak, then managed an almost confident "So what if I did, you cant have them back now" His face was determined, but his mind wouldn't slow down.
"Maybe not" Harry was still so close to him, Ron could feel the warm breath caress his skin with each word "but I can still taste them on you" His voice trailed off from a whisper to soundless breaths. He had been watching the boy for far too long, and now was his chance! Hopefully no one would walk in, hopefully he wouldn't be pushed away.
Ron froze as Harry's lips touched his, innocent, but far more then just friendly. Their lips lingered, frozen for a moment before Harry pulled away enough to look into Ron's eyes, his own emerald orbs were almost glowing with excitement.
"Uhh….Harry, what do you think your doing?" Ron managed through his shock. What the hell, his best friend liked boys? How could it be? It had to be a joke, please let it be a joke.
Catching on quickly that Ron didn't quite think of him so fondly Harry gave a deep laugh. "Hah, I got you" He walked backwards, laughing until he reached his bed and sat down. "That's what you get for eating my cookies and then lying to me about it"