One plus One Equals Two Kisses

By Rage of Chaotic Tempest Tears

Disclaimer: Most obviously, I don't own this. Ms. Rowlings does. I'm writing this purely for fun.

WARNING: Before you read on, this is a shonen-ai, otherwise known as slash, and for the few out there that don't know what slash is, it's boy+boy romantic relationships. Gotta problem with that, don't read on.

Ron sighed.

He sighed again.

And once more.

"Ron, will you please stop sighing? You've done enough of that to fuel a hot air balloon for a couple years!" Harry reprimanded him, slightly annoyed.

Silence hung for about three seconds.

Then Ron sighed again.

"Ron!"

"I just don't get it!" he muttered. Harry stared at the red head, wishing he would elaborate a little. When he didn't, Harry asked,

"What don't you get?"

"Math," he answered dejectedly.

"I suppose I could help," Harry replied, glancing down at his half-done Charms essay.

"Really, could you?" Ron replied excitedly, "You're a genius at that! You sure you don't mind?"

"No, it's fine. Really! Now, what don't you get?" Harry came over and sat down next to Ron, who was currently on his bed in the dorm.

Harry didn't really mind helping Ron with his Math. It really wasn't that hard.

But the fact that he'd had a crush on Ron as long as he remembered did help his decision a little.

Harry still remembered all the long nights wondering why he had to fall in love with his best friend and struggling with being gay. But he had eventually come to terms with both.

"I don't get any of it," Ron answered, grinning sheepishly.

"Not even the basics!?!"

"Err… no."

"Then we had better get started."

After two hours of working and still no progress, Harry was, to put it lightly, frustrated.

"Ron, I just don't see what you don't get about it! We've been working for," he stopped to check his watch, "two hours and you haven't made any progress at all! It's like you have a mental block around learning this!" Then, as if realizing his words, started to apologize.

"It's okay Harry, I forgive you."

"I'm so sorry Ron, I'm just frustrated!"

"I forgive you."

"And I have the game against Hufflepuff tomorrow!"

"I forgive you."

"So I'm a little worked up over that too."

"Harry, I forgive you," Ron said, a little louder then before.

"So do you forgive me?" Then he started laughing, a deep red blush staining his porcelain skin, partly because Ron's hand was resting on his. "I'm pathetic, aren't I?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Both friends started to laugh.

Sitting there with Ron like that, Harry suddenly felt close to him and also very confident. Lightning struck, much in the same shape as his scar on his forehead.

Later, he wouldn't be able to explain what had come over him.

Harry leaned in and lightly pressed his lips against Ron's. Fireworks exploded all over his body as nerves tingled with the new sensation. But he had to keep his goal in mind. "One plus," he muttered, then leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Ron's once again, "one equals two." He finished, rather dazed. He'd wanted to do that for a while. Now that he had, he was rather shocked.

If Harry was dazed, then Ron was flat out not on the planet Earth.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had kissed him. Kissed him.

Harry recovered a little and smirked. "Does that help you any?"

"No, I think you need to show me again…" Ron murmured.

Nothing was said for quite a bit of time.

"BLOODY HELL! WHAT'RE YOU TWO DOING!" came three male voices, even longer after.

Did you enjoy? That was rather fun to write. It's the result of me being at home, sick, and not being able to talk. Ta ta for now!