Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic except for the plotline.
Warning: This fanfic deals with homosexual relationships and is a Harry/Ron slash. If
you can't handle this, don't read it. If you feel that it is vital to your existence that you
flame me, go ahead. ::gets ready for a barbeque:: I don't particularly care.
Here's a lovely bit of Harry/Ron fluff. I'll write more if I'm motivated. There's a "hentai
interlude" chapter floating around out there, for those of you that would like to see smut
added to the end of chapter two. Enjoy! ~Nekomi~
**Surprising Revelation**
Harry leaned back on his maroon pouf, waiting patiently for Professor Trelawney
to arrive. The heavy scented smoke from the fireplace threatened to put him to sleep, and
with a glance at Ron he noted that he was not alone. Five minutes later the professor
glided into the room.
"Sorry to be late, my children," she started, "but the fates had an urgent, last
minute meeting for me to attend. It seems that a woman gifted with exceptionally strong
Sight and popular throughout the muggle world as a 'psychic' is interested in holding
individual sessions with all of you, to show you how one who uses the Sight for a living
conducts herself."
Everyone in the room nodded sleepily, except, of course, for Parvati Patil and
Lavender Brown, who had turned to each other and started chattering, apparently very
exited about this wonderful opportunity. Harry yawned and eyed Ron with his peripheral
vision. He didn't really care that much about the lesson, and was more interested in the
locks of soft red hair, his freckled face wearing a sleepy smile…
Harry shook his head and blinked rapidly. The dim lighting and thick, lavender
scented air was getting to his brain. 'I'm eying Ron in the same manner I'd eye a girl.' He
thought, inner voice slightly worried. He did not have any more time to ponder this, as
they were dismissed to their next class at that moment.
* * * *
That evening, Harry and Ron were to be found in the Gryffindor common room,
working furiously on their Divination homework.
"According to mine," Ron stated, "I was supposed to find true love today shortly
after receiving some good news from my family."
He turned his paper upside down and examined the positions of the planets again.
"Somehow, I think I did something wrong." He turned, frowning, to face Harry.
"We could always go to the Divination standby.." Harry grinned.
The redheaded boy returned his grin, but before they could return to their papers
and create the most unfortunate series of downfalls they could imagine, Fred and George
burst into the common room, chattering excitedly about something.
"Ron, Ron!!" They shouted in unison, "We found a plot of land in Diagon Ally!
Really cheap, too!"
The twins, now in their seventh year, had been attempting to find a suitable
location for the joke shop they were opening with Harry's winnings from the triwizard
tournament. They obviously had to open it in a place inaccessible to muggles, as candies
that caused your tongue to swell or creme puffs that turned one into a canary would
probably not be accepted among those who feared magic. The pair pranced up into the
boy's dormitory, positively ecstatic, discussing their plans for the layout of the shop.
Ron watched them go, turning to Harry as he scratched his head.
"Well, there's my 'good news from family,'" he reasoned, "If this star chart thing
is being true for once, I'm supposed to find love soon."
He smiled at Harry, who instantly felt a lurch in his chest and lower stomach.
"Right. Anyways.. lets get started with this!" Ron exclaimed, tossing his
parchment into the fire and pulling out a new one.
He began scribbling madly on his paper, foretelling a month of doom and gloom.
Harry, however, sat in his chair, staring blankly at Ron. He had a strange set of feelings
coursing through him, things he had never felt before but reminded him vaguely of his
first impression with meeting Cho. Only these were about ten times stronger.
Ron looked up at Harry, puzzling over the starry eyed gaze he was giving him.
Harry instantly felt a blush as red as his friend's hair creeping up his neck, and mumbled
something about getting back to his assignment. Leaning over his work to hide his
flaming cheeks, Harry snuck a peek at Ron. He looked thoroughly confused at Harry's
behavior and, much to his surprise, was a shade of red to rival Harry.
An awkward silence settled over them, until Ron broke it by announcing plans to
finish the assignment the following day and wishing Harry goodnight. He watched the
lanky figure of his best friend walk into the boy's dormitory. Ron stopped at the door and
turned momentarily, flashing Harry a quick smile, then walking out of sight.
"Harry?"
His daze was broken by Hermione shutting her book and looking at him. Either
Hermione was developing mind-reading powers, or Harry looked as infatuated as he felt,
for she bluntly asked him if he was feeling something towards Ron. He coughed, blushed
slightly, paled, coughed again, then turned a color to rival a beet at it's ripest. He had
never felt like more of an idiot in his life, and that was including the fainting spell he had
with his first dementor encounter.
Hermione chuckled.
"Don't worry about it. My lips are sealed."
At that, she left the common room for the girls dormitory. Harry paused for a
moment, listening to the crackling of flames from the fireplace, then gathered up his
possessions and went to bed.
* * * *
The next day, their first class was Divination. Harry looked forward to a full class
hour to ponder his feelings towards Ron and figure out what to do about them. The
psychic was there, and the individuals not having their ten minute session with her were
free to 'talk quietly amongst themselves.' Normally, Harry and Ron would have taken
advantage of this time to discuss the evil-ness of Professor Snape or the winning streak
the Chudly Cannons were in the middle of, but neither one of them was particularly
talkative so they sat in silence, pondering whatever came to mind.
For Harry, Ron lurked in his thoughts. The school year was in the doldrums,
somewhere between the start of the year and Christmas break, and Lord Voldemort
hadn't done anything at all in the past year, leaving Harry with nothing else to occupy his
mind with. Not that Harry minded, of course, Ron's lean body, amazing personality, and
deep hazel eyes were welcome in his mind any time, as they had been for the past couple
of days.
He closed his eyes, wishing himself off to a dream world. At that moment,
Professor Trelawney called him forward. He unwillingly came back to reality, opening
his eyes and yawning. Walking slowly to the trapdoor, Harry passed Parvati and
Lavender giggling about their predictions, and wondered what the woman was going to
say to him.
The makeshift tent was so dark, Harry could barely make out the small, slightly
plump figure sitting on the other end of table. She motioned for him to sit down with a
wave of her slightly glowing hand, and peered at him through an illuminated crystal ball
set between them. All that Harry could see was a pair of big, blue eyes staring at him,
distorted by the watery sphere.
"You, boy.. you have a troubled past.." She started, voice soft and scratchy.
Harry coughed politely. 'A right old fraud.. If it weren't for this scar on my
forehead, that would be an amazing revelation.'
She continued, looking him square in the eye. "What you are wishing for, with
this red headed boy, is not as unlikely as you think."
Harry jumped in his seat, hurrying to fix his glasses and attempting look less
shocked. The fortune teller grinned.
"I'm not as much as a fraud as you think I am, Harry Potter. You may leave now."
He mumbled a hurried "thank you" and "goodbye" then walked out of the tent, watching
Ron climb down the ladder from the trapdoor to have his go with the Seerer.
* * * *
Harry sat numbly on a couch in the common room, pondering the words of the
unnamed psychic. He heard a voice outside the common room say loudly "Hifflepiff!"
and recognized it quickly as none other than Ron. He flopped onto his side, hiding his
face in a pillow.
"Hey Harry!" Ron exclaimed, bouncing onto the couch next to the small figure,
huddled in the corner in half of the fetal position. He arched an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sitting here, thank you." Was the muffled reply.
"Oh. Ok. So, what did you think of that psychic person?"
"She was nice"
"What did she say to you?"
Harry coughed and turned scarlet. He mumbled something into the pillow.
Ron, quite confused by his friend's unusual behavior, stopped trying to get
coherent responses from him.
As they sat there silently, Harry began to ponder the chances of his feelings being
requited. Getting his hopes up, he looked up from his pillow at Ron. The boy smiled at
him, hazel eyes sparkling and firelight reflecting off of his freckled face. Harry's heart
lurched and he opened his mouth, summoning up his courage. At that precise moment,
Hermione walked out of the girls dormitory and into the common room. She looked at
Harry and Ron, the former of whom and turned to give her a dirty face, and realized that
she walked in on something important.
"Sorry.." She said quickly, taking Ron's invitation to sit with them and joining the
pair on the couch. Harry sighed. He lost his chance. For now.
* *On to Chapter 2 * *
Warning: This fanfic deals with homosexual relationships and is a Harry/Ron slash. If
you can't handle this, don't read it. If you feel that it is vital to your existence that you
flame me, go ahead. ::gets ready for a barbeque:: I don't particularly care.
Here's a lovely bit of Harry/Ron fluff. I'll write more if I'm motivated. There's a "hentai
interlude" chapter floating around out there, for those of you that would like to see smut
added to the end of chapter two. Enjoy! ~Nekomi~
**Surprising Revelation**
Harry leaned back on his maroon pouf, waiting patiently for Professor Trelawney
to arrive. The heavy scented smoke from the fireplace threatened to put him to sleep, and
with a glance at Ron he noted that he was not alone. Five minutes later the professor
glided into the room.
"Sorry to be late, my children," she started, "but the fates had an urgent, last
minute meeting for me to attend. It seems that a woman gifted with exceptionally strong
Sight and popular throughout the muggle world as a 'psychic' is interested in holding
individual sessions with all of you, to show you how one who uses the Sight for a living
conducts herself."
Everyone in the room nodded sleepily, except, of course, for Parvati Patil and
Lavender Brown, who had turned to each other and started chattering, apparently very
exited about this wonderful opportunity. Harry yawned and eyed Ron with his peripheral
vision. He didn't really care that much about the lesson, and was more interested in the
locks of soft red hair, his freckled face wearing a sleepy smile…
Harry shook his head and blinked rapidly. The dim lighting and thick, lavender
scented air was getting to his brain. 'I'm eying Ron in the same manner I'd eye a girl.' He
thought, inner voice slightly worried. He did not have any more time to ponder this, as
they were dismissed to their next class at that moment.
* * * *
That evening, Harry and Ron were to be found in the Gryffindor common room,
working furiously on their Divination homework.
"According to mine," Ron stated, "I was supposed to find true love today shortly
after receiving some good news from my family."
He turned his paper upside down and examined the positions of the planets again.
"Somehow, I think I did something wrong." He turned, frowning, to face Harry.
"We could always go to the Divination standby.." Harry grinned.
The redheaded boy returned his grin, but before they could return to their papers
and create the most unfortunate series of downfalls they could imagine, Fred and George
burst into the common room, chattering excitedly about something.
"Ron, Ron!!" They shouted in unison, "We found a plot of land in Diagon Ally!
Really cheap, too!"
The twins, now in their seventh year, had been attempting to find a suitable
location for the joke shop they were opening with Harry's winnings from the triwizard
tournament. They obviously had to open it in a place inaccessible to muggles, as candies
that caused your tongue to swell or creme puffs that turned one into a canary would
probably not be accepted among those who feared magic. The pair pranced up into the
boy's dormitory, positively ecstatic, discussing their plans for the layout of the shop.
Ron watched them go, turning to Harry as he scratched his head.
"Well, there's my 'good news from family,'" he reasoned, "If this star chart thing
is being true for once, I'm supposed to find love soon."
He smiled at Harry, who instantly felt a lurch in his chest and lower stomach.
"Right. Anyways.. lets get started with this!" Ron exclaimed, tossing his
parchment into the fire and pulling out a new one.
He began scribbling madly on his paper, foretelling a month of doom and gloom.
Harry, however, sat in his chair, staring blankly at Ron. He had a strange set of feelings
coursing through him, things he had never felt before but reminded him vaguely of his
first impression with meeting Cho. Only these were about ten times stronger.
Ron looked up at Harry, puzzling over the starry eyed gaze he was giving him.
Harry instantly felt a blush as red as his friend's hair creeping up his neck, and mumbled
something about getting back to his assignment. Leaning over his work to hide his
flaming cheeks, Harry snuck a peek at Ron. He looked thoroughly confused at Harry's
behavior and, much to his surprise, was a shade of red to rival Harry.
An awkward silence settled over them, until Ron broke it by announcing plans to
finish the assignment the following day and wishing Harry goodnight. He watched the
lanky figure of his best friend walk into the boy's dormitory. Ron stopped at the door and
turned momentarily, flashing Harry a quick smile, then walking out of sight.
"Harry?"
His daze was broken by Hermione shutting her book and looking at him. Either
Hermione was developing mind-reading powers, or Harry looked as infatuated as he felt,
for she bluntly asked him if he was feeling something towards Ron. He coughed, blushed
slightly, paled, coughed again, then turned a color to rival a beet at it's ripest. He had
never felt like more of an idiot in his life, and that was including the fainting spell he had
with his first dementor encounter.
Hermione chuckled.
"Don't worry about it. My lips are sealed."
At that, she left the common room for the girls dormitory. Harry paused for a
moment, listening to the crackling of flames from the fireplace, then gathered up his
possessions and went to bed.
* * * *
The next day, their first class was Divination. Harry looked forward to a full class
hour to ponder his feelings towards Ron and figure out what to do about them. The
psychic was there, and the individuals not having their ten minute session with her were
free to 'talk quietly amongst themselves.' Normally, Harry and Ron would have taken
advantage of this time to discuss the evil-ness of Professor Snape or the winning streak
the Chudly Cannons were in the middle of, but neither one of them was particularly
talkative so they sat in silence, pondering whatever came to mind.
For Harry, Ron lurked in his thoughts. The school year was in the doldrums,
somewhere between the start of the year and Christmas break, and Lord Voldemort
hadn't done anything at all in the past year, leaving Harry with nothing else to occupy his
mind with. Not that Harry minded, of course, Ron's lean body, amazing personality, and
deep hazel eyes were welcome in his mind any time, as they had been for the past couple
of days.
He closed his eyes, wishing himself off to a dream world. At that moment,
Professor Trelawney called him forward. He unwillingly came back to reality, opening
his eyes and yawning. Walking slowly to the trapdoor, Harry passed Parvati and
Lavender giggling about their predictions, and wondered what the woman was going to
say to him.
The makeshift tent was so dark, Harry could barely make out the small, slightly
plump figure sitting on the other end of table. She motioned for him to sit down with a
wave of her slightly glowing hand, and peered at him through an illuminated crystal ball
set between them. All that Harry could see was a pair of big, blue eyes staring at him,
distorted by the watery sphere.
"You, boy.. you have a troubled past.." She started, voice soft and scratchy.
Harry coughed politely. 'A right old fraud.. If it weren't for this scar on my
forehead, that would be an amazing revelation.'
She continued, looking him square in the eye. "What you are wishing for, with
this red headed boy, is not as unlikely as you think."
Harry jumped in his seat, hurrying to fix his glasses and attempting look less
shocked. The fortune teller grinned.
"I'm not as much as a fraud as you think I am, Harry Potter. You may leave now."
He mumbled a hurried "thank you" and "goodbye" then walked out of the tent, watching
Ron climb down the ladder from the trapdoor to have his go with the Seerer.
* * * *
Harry sat numbly on a couch in the common room, pondering the words of the
unnamed psychic. He heard a voice outside the common room say loudly "Hifflepiff!"
and recognized it quickly as none other than Ron. He flopped onto his side, hiding his
face in a pillow.
"Hey Harry!" Ron exclaimed, bouncing onto the couch next to the small figure,
huddled in the corner in half of the fetal position. He arched an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sitting here, thank you." Was the muffled reply.
"Oh. Ok. So, what did you think of that psychic person?"
"She was nice"
"What did she say to you?"
Harry coughed and turned scarlet. He mumbled something into the pillow.
Ron, quite confused by his friend's unusual behavior, stopped trying to get
coherent responses from him.
As they sat there silently, Harry began to ponder the chances of his feelings being
requited. Getting his hopes up, he looked up from his pillow at Ron. The boy smiled at
him, hazel eyes sparkling and firelight reflecting off of his freckled face. Harry's heart
lurched and he opened his mouth, summoning up his courage. At that precise moment,
Hermione walked out of the girls dormitory and into the common room. She looked at
Harry and Ron, the former of whom and turned to give her a dirty face, and realized that
she walked in on something important.
"Sorry.." She said quickly, taking Ron's invitation to sit with them and joining the
pair on the couch. Harry sighed. He lost his chance. For now.
* *On to Chapter 2 * *