"China " is copyright the Great Goddess Tori Amos and is off her Debut Album, "Little Earthquakes". if you don't know her music, I suggest you check it out!!! All characters save the ones you don't recognize are copyright JK Rowling. Please Review……

China

Is Best Friendship really forever? That's what the brown eyed, red haired boy thought as he sat alone in the library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron sighed softly to himself. It had been almost three days since Harry and he had seen each other in more than a passing manner. Harry had a girlfriend now, and time for chumming around with his best friend had become less and less as romantic bliss set in. With another soft sigh, he took up his messenger bag and made his way to the Great Hall.

He took up his regular seat at the Gryffindor table. He had gotten there early, so the hall was nearly deserted. About five minutes after his arrival, students slowly began to filter in and take their seats for dinner. Harry came in, accompanied by Cho of course. She was inanely laughing at something or other that Harry had said. Oh, come on…it couldn't have been THAT funny…Ron thought to himself as he took a couple of pieces of chicken and set them on the plate in front of him. Harry took a seat beside him, without even saying hello.

China, all the way to New York.

I can feel the distance getting close.

You're right next to me,

But I need an airplane.

I can feel the distance as you breathe.

Sometimes , I think you want me to touch you.

How can I when you build a great wall around you?

In your eyes I saw a future together,

You just look away in the distance.

Hermione Granger took a seat across from the two boys. As she filled up her plate, she began to babble about some new book she had read. Harry was too wrapped up in staring dreamily into space, and Ron didn't really care. He was sitting there, idly toying with a drumstick on his plate. He was also observing the small, yet utterly interesting, cracks in the schools dishware.

China decorates the table.

Funny how the cracks don't seem to show.

Pour the wine dear,

You say we'll take a holiday,

But we never can agree on where to go.

After dinner was finished, the three parted ways. Hermione went back to the library to get a head start on an essay for potions, Harry went off with Cho, (most likely to go hide in a closet somewhere and snog), and Ron went back to the dorm room. Once there, he curled up on his bed, staring off into the distance. He had so many emotions building up inside of his head. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he just wanted his best friend back. Had all of their adventures together amounted to nothing? All the quiet times they spent together talking in the astronomy tower? They had always planned on going on holiday after school was over, somewhere they had never seen before. But there was always a constant argument on whether to go to Australia or the States. He rolled onto his back and began studying the interesting designs in the ceiling above him…. And thinking.

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you.

How can I when you build a great wall around you?

In your eyes I saw a future together,

You just look away in the distance.

As Ron lay there, he slowly came to a realization. He was in love with Harry. Ron had known he was gay for a long time now, and had kept it hidden very well, but he never dreamed that…. Harry? No…. he had to be wrong. As he lay there, he thought back on all the memories he and Harry had shared over the past years. All the late night games of Wizard's Chess in the Gryffindor Commons, all the times they would sneak down to the kitchens for snacks between meals, every time their eyes would meet when there was a whiff of an adventure floating on the air. There was no mistake. Ron Weasley was in love with his best friend, Harry Potter.

China all the way to New York,

Maybe you got lost in Mexico.

You're right next to me,

I think that you can hear me,

Funny how the distance learns to grow.

Harry came into the dorm later on that night, and found his best friend laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Ron, are you alright?" he asked, a hint of concern wavering in his voice.

At the sound of Harry's voice, Ron was brought crashing back to reality. He jumped and almost fell off of his bed. Those soft brown eyes turned to look at the object of his hearts desire. "I….. I…. Yeah… I'm fine." he stammered, "I was just day dreaming…."

Harry sat down on the bed beside Ron, a bit closer than Ron would have liked at that moment. Their eyes met momentarily, and Ron thought he saw a glint of longing in Harry's eyes. He almost reached out to touch him, to caress his face, stroke his hair, but instantly thought better of it. He ended up looking away shyly and blushing the darkest shade of crimson possible.

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you.

How can I when you build a great wall around you?

"You're sure you're alright then?" Harry asked his friend again.

I can feel the distance………

"Yeah…. It's just that…. I think I'm in love with someone, Harry…."

I can feel the distance………

"Oh, I know what that's like…." And then Harry went off on a tangent on how much in love he and Cho were. Ron sighed softly, closing his eyes. He remembered a time when Harry would actually listen to him.

I can feel the distance………

After a while, Harry finished his incessant yammering and said goodnight, crawling into his own bed. Ron closed the curtains, shielding him from the rest of the world, and quietly cried himself to sleep.

Getting…close…………