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'Damn it… Why does he have to be so damn cute? Why does he have to be so hard to ask out?' Ron wondered, staring at Harry from across the room. Everyone knew Harry was gay, so it wouldn't be a problem to get Harry to consider dating a man, but his problem was this was his best friend! What if Harry never wanted to talk to him ever again because he just asked him out randomly?

I mean, what was Ron supposed to do, walk up to him and say, "Oh, yeah, I've had a huge crush on you for five years, want to go out?" That really didn't seem like a good conversation starter.

At the moment, Harry was reading his copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" that Hermione lent to him after the war ended. He came back to Hogwarts to continue his education and make up for his lost seventh year. Right now he was eighteen, but he was only as tall as a thirteen year old girl. He was only five' two, damn it!

He had grown his hair out, it was messy, but pulled into a low ponytail, with a few strand escaping and framing his pale, delicate, extremely adorable feminine face. He had his bangs in his face, almost in his eyes but not quite, he was still insecure about his scar.

Harry had a secret though. He was in love with his best friend Ron Weasley. Harry thought that Ron was perfect in every way, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

He loved the way that when Ron was embarrassed his entire body flushed, while when Harry blushed it only fanned across his cheeks and nose, something that Ron found super cute.

Harry pretended to read the book, peeking nervously over the top of it, peering at Ron. How was he going to say it? How could he possibly tell his best friend that he loved him?

Harry had thought about this a long time, dreamed about telling him, but only to get rejected. He had never known what it was like to be accepted by someone romantically, so he thought that maybe Ron wouldn't even consider going out with him. Hell, Harry didn't even know if Ron was gay!

Harry made up his mind. He was going to tell Ron how he felt right now. No one could stop him!

Determination shone in Harry's bright green eyes, and Harry stood up. He swiftly walked over to Ron, who looked up in confusion.

Ron wanted to disappear. Harry had obviously noticed that Ron had been staring at him for over thirty minutes, and now was coming over to tell him to stop.

Ron braced himself for the harsh words, but they never came. He stared up at Harry, who seemed a bit nervous. Nervous? What could Harry possibly be nervous about?

Harry took a deep breath, and then released it. He couldn't do it, he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it, he couldn't—

"Ron, will you go out on a date with me?"

Harry slapped a hand over his mouth with side eyes, not believing he actually said it. His face was red, and Harry looked down, shuffling his feet, waiting for the rejection to come.

Ron was shocked. He stared up at Harry in amazement. Did Harry just ask him out?

They both stayed in that position until the silence was broken by a chair scraping across the floor, and the sound of feet standing up.

Ron had the biggest grin on his face as he grinned down at Harry with twinkling blue eyes. His crush had just asked him out! This was the best day of his entire life! Now he just had to think of something witty to respond with...

"When and where, honey, when and where?"

If you hadn't figured it out, yes, that was Ron at the end.

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