My first fic, eva! PLease review...be nice...or...try to be anyway ()v

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters...but I do own the plot...one of the few things I do...

WARNING! This contains Man/Man Lovin'...if you don't like this stuff...don't read it...you have been warned...

Chapter 1a.The lonely Wizard

He was in his sixth year at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was skilled, and powerful beyond compare. All those around him gawked at his unmatched superiority, though, modest he was. His outward appearance was the very image of happiness…yet, his soul was the image of sorrow. He searched for comfort in many a woman, yet, felt nothing. He sought "joy" in several 5th years, five 4th years, and one desperate 3rd year (eww…robbing the cradle). He got to the point where he asked Pansy…then 5 minutes later, he broke up with her, laughing hysterically at himself. He even, desperately, begged Hermione to be his. She kissed his forehead, and declined. Shot down in his pride, he gave up. The poor wizard was a mess...he felt alone...he felt unwanted...he was truly unhappy. He couldn't take the painful truth of utter loneliness...he wanted to scream...he wanted to cry...he...wanted to join his parents...he felt like nothing...he sat on his the edge of his bed, and commenced to think of all the horrible things he could do to himself to end this...undying pain, as a single tear rolled down his soft pale cheek, and in to his silk red bed sheets.

"What's wrong, mate?" a voice asked, braking through his sorrows. The wizard looked up into the lush deep-blue of the eyes that belonged to the voice, and suddenly, he knew why he felt the way he did...

"You ok?" the voice asked, letting out a concerned half-smile. The wizard rose from his seat on the bed, and hugged his concerned friend, holding him tight.

"...thank you..." The lonely wizard said softly

"N...no problem, mate." The red haired boy answered.

Chapter 1b.The concerned red head

He was in his sixth year at Hogwarts. He was passing his classes, trying to stay out of trouble, and was friends with a cute know-it-all, and the boy who lived. Yes sir, on cloud nine this boy should have been...but...he was concerned...concerned about his friend, who seemed desperately lonely (I mean, Pansy!). You see, from the first moment he saw the boy with the eyes of jade and jet-black hair, the red head wanted him...badly. On many an occasion, the red head tried to mutter the words, that he feared, would end their friendship forever, to the green eyed boy, but alas...his fear stopped him. He and The boy with the jet-black hair were closer than anything...It ran deep...so very deep...like the pools of jade in his friends eyes, that, so many times before, The flame haired stared into and saw...life itself...yet now, when now red head looked deep within the green...he saw sorrow...when he finally asked "What's wrong, mate?" all the forlorn wizard could do was stare back into the sapphire eyes of the flame haired boy "You ok?" The boy asked as he thought of the jade eyed wizards smile, and how he missed it. The sad wizard, glade to see his red haired savior's concerned half-smile, rose from where he sat, and hugged his little flame head, tight, not wanting to let go. "...thank you..." The lonely wizard spoke. The concerned red head hugged back. "No problem, mate" he replied. He wanted that moment to last forever.

Chapter 1c.The begging

Harry was lonely, and sad...Ron sought to comfort him...They embraced...yet, this was just the humble begging of something more. That night, Harry lay awake in his silk red sheets, thinking about Ron. Until he had gazed in to Ron's deep-blue eyes, he hadn't noticed...Ron was ridiculously hot. He was a little taller than Harry and more muscular than their first year together. Ron's skin was colored with a light tan and his eyes...ohh his eye...like windows into the heart, the soul, the whole being of the flame haired god. At the very moment Harry looked into those eyes...his eyes...Ron's deep overpowering eyes...Harry understood Ron, he completely knew Ronald Weasly, his very best friend...when Harry saw into Ron's eyes, his existence melted. '...this is becoming so...strange' Harry though. '...we're best friends...how could we be anything more?' Harry continued to contemplate. In his bed, Ron pondered this new found love, as well. '...he...he hugged me,' he thought, completely love struck. 'Harry Potter hugged me!' Ron replayed the passionate hug in his head, over and over again, loving every second of the embrace. 'But...why? I shouldn't be complaining...I guess a person, even Harry, can change in six years...I can't believe he hugged me...' Ron continued to babble on to himself. Harry had changed. After six years of battling evil, running around Hogwarts (by now, they knew every inch of the castle), and Quiddich, the once thin, pale frame of Harry J. Potter had morphed into a 16 year old god! His hair was cut to medium height, and slightly spiked, revealing his scar fully, his skin had a sort of god like glow, and softer than the dusk sky, and as smooth as a calm autumn breeze. 'God…what's the matter with me!' Ron thought. 'Harry doesn't like me like that… we're only friends through his eyes...hi wonderful...jade eyes...no, stop that...how could I be so' Ron was cut off. He felt the warm touch of some ones hand pressed lightly on his chest. "who's" Ron whispered, and was cut off again, by the soft, warm, sweet lips of the stranger, touching his chest, upon his 'what…what's happening?' Ron faintly thought. 'Who…who is…this' Ron couldn't hold a thought together, he was focused on the touch, and feel of this person who took his breath away. Ron could feel passion all through his body, as blood flowed rapidly to his "lower self", tucked within his dark green Tommy Hill figure boxers. His bed sheets rose with his "spirit", creating a rather large tower in his linens. The kiss ended, and the stranger disappeared into the darkness of the dorm room. "………." Ron was speechless…he was breathless, he was…thoroughly turned on. He gasped for air, and moaned softly, trying to piece together what had just taken place. '…….' He attempted to think…nothing came. His mouth still held the position, still tasting the lips of that stranger. "…so…sweet…" he whispered to himself. He fell asleep from the confusion, and snored softly, his mouth in the same puckered position, his heart racing. And now, lying in his bed, blissful and cheery, the Harry said to himself, in a whisper "…thank you…" He fell asleep happily, with thoughts of Ron's lips '…so sweet…' Harry thought.

Well? Is it good...or do I need to slip slowly into ubscurity now...Review this please!