Mistletoe
A/N: Hope you like!
Slash. Don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Hermione, what do I do?
Just tell him! Harry won't let it affect you're friendship. And, maybe he feels the same way about you!
I can't just tell him! What if he doesn't like me back? What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore? It's not like I'm telling him I like a girl in our year, I'm saying I fancy him!
Hermione and Ron had been passing this note back and forth in the Common Room over Christmas break. Ron took a deep breath, and said; "Harry, can I talk to you?" Harry nodded and followed Ron out of the Common Room into and abandoned corridor.
"Er, I-I...Harry, I'm" he took another deep breath. "I-I think I'm gay." Harry stared at his friend. "Wow, that was er...unexpected. I honestly thought you liked Hermione."
"I did, but then...I started to like...you." Ron said, the last word barely audible. Harry looked completely baffled once again. "Mistletoe." he whispered after a moment. Ron looked up, his face red, then Harry slammed their lips together.
After a five minute snogging session, the boys stopped. "So-so you like me too?" Ron said. Harry rolled his eyes. "No, I only snogged you because I felt like it. Of course I do."
They laced their fingers together, and walked back to the Common Room.