Title: Swollen Lips and Mistaken Intentions

Author: Adjuel

Rating: PG-13 (I think…)

Pairing: HP/RW (side DM/BZ, Hr/VK, RL/SB/??)

Words: 5,289

Chapters: (1/2)

Summary: Ron finally gets up the courage to tell Harry how he really feels. Now all he has to do is wait for Harry to come home… from his date… with a witch, a.k.a. a female. Yeah, life sucked.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Yeah, that's right, straight to the point. If I DID write the Harry Potter books, Ginny would be dead… actually, she would be with Neville and they would live happily ever after. I love Neville, and they were such a cute couple at the Yule Ball. The only time I can think about Ginny civilly is when she's with Neville. Go figure... How did my disclaimer turn into a rant? I'll never know…

Warnings: This fic is slash/yaoi/whatever-you-call-it. It is guy/guy, capeesh(sp?)? If you don't like it, go get your jollies somewhere else! *hiss*

A/N: I somehow find it odd that my first HP fic is a HP/RW when my favorite couple is DM/RW. Hmmm… I don't understand how these things happen, but when my fingers fly over the keyboard, I never know what's going to happen. It's been such a long time since I uploaded anything! Hopefully I'll start writing more… anyway, enjoy!

Swollen Lips and Mistaken Intentions

By: Adjuel

Ron took a calming breath, trying to gather courage in his shaking body. Today was the day. He could do this. He could tell his best friend of the past ten years that he was in love with him…

What? He could. It's not like he was a complete coward… when he wanted to be. And besides, all it took were a few harmless words. In fact, the only body part that he needed to function for this little ordeal was his mouth. If he could just make sure it wouldn't freeze up, he would be fine, right? Even if his body froze before he could run away, at least his best friend would know the truth, right? Even if that best friend also happened to be his very male best friend with piercing green eyes, not his bushy haired female best friend.

Besides, alerting his very male best friend Harry about his more-than-platonic feelings was the whole purpose for the coming confrontation, anyways, so what did it matter if Harry couldn't stand the sight of him anymore? Or didn't want to speak to him anymore? Or maybe Harry'd even want Ron to move out of their shared apartment…?

Ron shook his head to clear the devastating thoughts from continuing their current track. Ron had already come to terms with his unusual love and the consequences that came with them, and he refused to let his cowardice hold him back any longer. He had been a Gryffindor for goodness sake! And bloody hell, he'd helped his best friend defeat the singularly most powerful dark wizard in the entirety of the wizarding world and its history; how hard could confessing his love to said best friend be in comparison?

"Ron, I'm back! Are you still here?"

Apparently, confessing could be much worse than facing the dark wizard if the feelings manifesting in his stomach were any indication. Ron's eyes widened as he jumped in surprise. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear Harry come into their apartment. His heart, which he had finally gotten to slow to a normal human pace only seconds ago, suddenly tripled its speed, trying its best to free itself from the constricting cage that held it. Ron could feel the insistent thudding against his ribcage continue to escalate until he was sure it would wear a hole through his chest. He put a shaky hand over the spot where the overactive organ dwelled, hoping to once again coax it into a moderately safe speed, one that wouldn't leave him gasping for air when Harry finally found him.

"Ron? Mate, where are you?"

Ron wanted to answer his friend, he really did, but that stupid organ that pumped blood through his frozen body seemed to defy him again as it relocated to his already constricted throat. He scowled, upset with himself and the ridiculous way he was acting. He'd been over this a thousand times in his mind already. He knew what telling his friend entailed, and he knew all the bad things that could result from his confession. But he had already made up his mind, and no matter how many horrible scenarios could come from his love, he needed to tell Harry the truth. With the determination that suddenly flooded his cold body urging him on, Ron found his voice squashed somewhere between his feebly objecting heart and his tight throat.

"I'm in here, Harry," Ron managed weakly, his voice cracking slightly from the tension that was slowly filling his body. He cursed his determination for not bringing him courage also.

In the living room, Harry, who had been hanging up his drenched robes, jumped slightly. He thought Ron might have been out. He sighed in happiness; maybe he could spend the rest of the evening with his best mate, maybe share a few butterbeers – or something a little stronger – with his friend.

Harry had just had diner with a pesky witch from work that had been bothering him for a date for the past few months. When her daily pestering had finally ended in daily migraines, Harry finally snapped. He told her that he would go out with her on one date, just one date, with the condition that if he didn't want another one, she would have to comply with his wishes and leave him alone. The day Harry told her this, he had already had a very stressful day, and the only reason he made such a deal was in the hopes of avoiding an even worse headache. His plan had failed miserably when the stunned and happy witch had finally broken the silence between them with an earsplitting scream, her ecstatic shouts of "I'm going on a date with Harry Potter" echoing down the hallway as she skipped away merrily, his headache growing with every screech.

Harry had expected the whole night to be a complete disaster, but he was somewhat surprised when he was able to almost enjoy his night out with the overly exuberant witch. She wasn't a deep thinker, just as Harry had expected, but they managed to find enough in common to share a nice discussion that was neither awkward nor strained. The witch had managed to somehow reign in her teenage-like obsession enough to seem normal, and Harry was glad that he had agreed to take her out. Even though he knew nothing more would come of their relationship, Harry realized the date was just the thing he needed to get his mind off of his current predicament.

Harry groaned. So much for forgetting. As soon as Harry thought about the date being a good distraction, he remembered what he was trying to forget. After spending the past ten years with his best friend, Harry was finding that he was growing more and more attached to the red haired man that he shared his apartment with. He figured he should have figured it out in fourth year when Ron was the thing he would miss the most, but Harry had always been somewhat dense, and using his brain logically had never been his strong point; that was Hermione's specialty. Harry himself had been just as surprised as all of the other spectators to find Ron was the one submerged under the lake outside of Hogwarts during the Tri-Wizard Tournament as his most precious thing.

Yet, even with the obvious clue in fourth year, it still took Harry three more years to finally admit to his feeling for his blue eyed companion. The feelings had been buried in his heart for an unknown length of time, but he refused to see them for what they were until after the war. He realized what he felt for Ron when Hermione finally snapped and asked Ron out. The tension between his bushy haired friend and his clueless friend had always been present since the Halloween and troll incident in their first year, but during the few months before the final battle between Harry and Voldemort took place, the tension had grown to an unbearable level.

-

When Harry had first heard the news at their first Christmas in the newly reconstructed Burrow after the war had ended, he was confused to feel his heart twist in a very strange and painful way; the cruel emotion known as jealously was constricting his heart and he was blown away by the sudden death grip on his heart, hurt filling him into a near panic. Confusion made him dizzy, and after mumbling his congratulations to the newly united pair, Harry promptly fled the room in a near run. When he finally found himself outside, he took a calming breath and stared into the heavens, hoping to find the answers he was looking for in the bright stars that shone before his confused eyes.

Did he have feeling for Hermione? It was the only explanation. But then again, when he thought of the kind witch that had been there for him for so long, he felt nothing. He thought about if it had been them who got together this Christmas, but he felt no heart shattering pull at his heart. That was strange. If he really liked Hermione, shouldn't he be elated at the thought of them being a couple?

To make sure he wasn't just overreacting to his friends being together, he again thought about them as a couple. The pain and jealousy once again filled his heart, and Harry quickly thought about Quidditch to quell the overly painful emotions pooling in his heart. Once he calmed down again, Harry decided that it must not be jealously he felt for Hermione, but what the new couple meant for him.

He was essentially losing his best friends to each other; he would be a third wheel now, and their little threesome would now be uncomfortable. Ron and Hermione would feel obligated to hang out with their green eyed friend as usual when all they would really want to do was be alone. The resulting tension would be awkward for all of them, and the relationship between Hermione and Ron would also put a strain on all of their friendships.

And what if Ron and Hermione had a fight? What if they split up on bad terms? That would be uncomfortable. Harry would have to pick sides – Ron's, of course, since he was his first real friend – but Harry wouldn't want to lose Hermione's friendship, either. She was always there to give him advice, and he treasured her dearly.

Harry thought of another possibility; maybe he was jealous of the type of relationship his friends now shared. Besides his almost relationship with Cho, he had never had a romantic relationship with anyone since. There was that one time in their sixth year that Harry thought he might get together with Ginny, but somewhere along the way he realized he was only physically attracted to her; she was almost too perfect, from her meticulously styled hair to her perfect grades and her amazing skills when it came to Quidditch. She was so perfect it was almost annoying.

Plus, despite the fact that she was a rather sweet girl, she was always being cruel to Ron. He knew it was just the siblings picking on one another, but Harry knew some of the things Ginny said actually really hurt Ron. Ron wasn't the brightest kid at Hogwarts, but he did try his hardest. Yet when Ginny put him down for poor grades or his inability to realize something that was obvious to everyone else, Harry would feel his own cheeks flush in anger aimed toward the pretty Gryffindor girl. If Ron couldn't figure something out on his own, Harry would usually give him subtle hints or clues until he figured it out on his own, unlike Ginny, who just threw it in his face.

Ron hated to be told the answer, and he really hated too much help, but when Harry delicately steered him in the right direction and he figured everything out on his own, Harry found that Ron's miniscule confidence grew bit by bit. Ginny's way of setting her brother straight working in the opposite way; Ron's face would become blotchy with red splotches that covered his face in a very unattractive mix of embarrassment, humiliation, and anger that clashed horribly with the freckles that covered his body from head to toe.

Harry knew Ginny didn't mean to hurt her brother like she did, but the amusement that came to her at her brother's expense made Ron more and more self-conscious, his introverted tendencies growing. To Ginny, it was just harmless fun with her brother, and Ron always encouraged her to believe that was all it was. He loved to see his sister having fun, and although Ginny thought everyone was laughing with her brother, not at him, Ron and Harry knew better. Everyone already thought Ron was a clumsy loser that hung out with Harry in the hopes of being accepted. Or, at least, those who didn't know Ron thought so. The only one who understood what Ron was really going through was probably Neville.

Harry shook his head. He had been pondering his jealousy at his friends' new relationship, not taking a trip down memory lane. Now that the war was over, the whole (wizarding) world knew just how amazing Ron was, and even though Ginny still teased him, everyone knew just what the youngest Weasley boy was really capable of.

Although, thinking of their sixth year also brought back a long buried memory that had always brought a strange emotion with it. Actually, now that Harry thought about it, he had felt jealousy back then, too, but he had ignored it. It was when Ron started to date Lavender Brown. Anger and jealousy had filled his heart whenever the new couple was near him, but he figured he just wanted Ron to concentrate on killing Voldemort, not snogging Lavender. But it was so much more than that.

Outside of the Burrow, realization freezing Harry more than the December snow rushing past him could ever hope to, he finally understood why he was so jealous and why he worried so much in affairs that included his best friend…

He, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, the one who defeated the Dark Lord known as Voldemort, was in love with the first person who cared for him as more than a title: Ronald Weasley.

That explained why he was so attracted to Ginny's red hair, pale skin, and freckles. He always thought she would look better with shorter hair… and maybe blue eyes instead of the warm brown ones that she was born with… and maybe if she lacked the two lumps on her chest and acquired a different appendage a little lower in their place, maybe they would have worked.

Harry wasn't sure how long he stood out in the cold snow, staring at the stars, until Ron came out and found him, a charmed blanket in his arms that instantly filled Harry with warmth. With his arm around Harry's shoulder, Ron guided his friend back into his house, pulling the dark haired boy closer to his own body. They didn't exchange any words as they walked back to the house, but they both knew something had changed that night, although Ron was never privy to the revelation that had come to Harry.

After that night, Harry never saw his two friends act any differently when they were all together, for which Harry was thankful. They never acted lovey-dovey, and they never excluded Harry from anything they did together. Harry figured maybe they realized he wasn't quite comfortable with their relationship, but never brought it up until a few months later. While having diner in Ron and Harry's new apartment, Hermione and Ron announced that they were no longer a couple in the romantic sense; they were once again just friends.

The two had been very nonchalant about the whole ordeal, casually slipping the information into their normal chatter between the shift from dinner to dessert. He almost sighed at the news, happy that they were still on friendly terms. His fear that they would split up and never want to talk to one another again had been bothering him since the news of their relationship.

Harry was also glad that he no longer had to pine after his friend while he was with Hermione. Even though the two had showed no indication of their dating while near Harry, it still tore at him that the moments that Ron wasn't home until late into the evening he was more than likely with Hermione.

-

A little more than two and a half years later, Harry stood in the foyer of his and Ron's shared apartment, reliving the events of the past. He shook his head, realizing that he must have been standing there for quite awhile.

From the hallway of their apartment, Ron quietly observed his dark haired friend. Harry had been standing in the foyer for quite some time now, and Ron wasn't sure how to get his attention without scaring him. When Harry didn't come at his call, he decided to see what he was doing. He had found Harry standing in the same spot he'd been in for the past few minutes, staring of into space.

He noticed with some trepidation that Harry's lips looked slightly swollen. He sincerely hoped Harry hadn't done anything with that witch he had taken out, but Ron denied the thought; snogging on a first date was a very un-Harry-like thing to do, even if that seemed to be the only explanation for the current state of his lips. He finally decided to catch Harry's attention before he speculated himself to death. "Harry, are you all right, mate?"

Harry glanced up to see a nervous Ron staring at him from the hallway that led back to their rooms. Every time Harry looked at his friend, a warm rush of emotion flooded his heart. Ever since Hermione, Ron had yet to date another witch, and Harry was starting to think maybe it was time that he told Ron about his own feelings for his red headed friend. What did he have to lose? He had been friends with Ron so long that he knew that even if Ron didn't feel the same way, he would never push Harry away.

Besides, after the war ended, Sirius and Remus had admitted that they were a couple, and Ron hadn't acted as though it bothered him. In fact, Ron had been the first one to recover from shock and congratulate the blushing couple. Tonks was a little upset to find out the real reason Remus didn't return her feelings was because he was with his best friend, not because of their age difference, but she quickly overcame her disappointment by starting a Remus/Sirius fanclub that now consisted of almost the entire female population in the wizarding world. Really, who wouldn't admit that two of the greatest heroes of the wizarding world's falling in love weren't one of the hottest things to fantasize about? Especially when they found out Snape was also part of their little love nest…

Harry suddenly laughed out loud, startling Ron into jumping at the broken silence.

"Really, Harry, are you all right? You seem, er, a bit off."

Harry smiled at his confused and cautious friend. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right. I was just thinking about that one time Sirius and Remus were flirting with Snape. Do you remember the look on his face? He was bright red and he swore they were trying to make fun of him."

A giggle burst from Ron's lips before he could stop it. "Y-yeah, I-I remember!" Ron had trouble containing his laughter, mirth shining in his bright blue eyes. "At last years Christmas Party. I still don't see what those two idiots find so appealing about that greasy git, but it creates entertainment for me, so I don't really mind."

Harry smiled at the joy he had brought his other friend at the memory. Ron had looked so nervous and apprehensive when he had first come out of the hallway, and Harry knew something was nagging the other boy that he wanted to discuss with him. But, from experience, Harry knew it was better to get Ron to relax when he was stressed about sharing something personal or something he wasn't sure how to share.

"True. You never know what's going to happen when those three are together, but no matter what, it's great fun to watch. And even if it's bloody strange to have my ex-enemy-teacher dating my godfather and his boyfriend, I'm glad Sirius is happy. And Remus. Heck, even Snape, too, actually. As annoying as he may have been in my adolescence, he was always looking out for his students, even that bloody Malfoy."

"I s'pose. Although he gave me a bloody rotten time during potions! I swear, he must have had something against me or something…"

Harry rolled his eyes at his friend. "The only thing Snape had against you is that you never listened or followed directions. Granted, he was somewhat biased against anyone that wasn't a Slytherin, but you could've tried a little harder."

They stared at each other for a few minutes before they both started laughing.

Harry controlled himself enough to mutter, "I guess I'm giving him way too much credit. He hated our guts! Me because of my father and you because you had no ability to brew potions."

"Hey!" Ron giggled again. "That's not completely true. I did get a little better when Slughorn taught that detestable subject. And when you and Hermione started giving me private lessons, I was actually doing pretty well. In fact, I'd dare say I'm the best in the world."

Harry was filled with happiness at the memory of those lessons. It had been a horrible headache to teach Ron during sixth year, but the three Gryffindors had more fun in those lessons than they had during the entirety of their fifth year. Ron often got ingredients confused, and some times the results were catastrophic, but those lessons were filled with fun that they hadn't been able to experience since the return of Voldemort. And, in the end, Ron turned out to be better in potions than Harry and even Hermione. They were all beyond surprised when, after finally realizing he needed to actually read the directions in his potions book and listen to the tips that his teachers gave him, Ron had become a master potions maker. Potions were now Ron's specialty, and he worked for the ministry creating new potions to help Aurors like Harry and himself.

"Even though I shouldn't inflate your head, you are one of the best there is. Except for maybe Malfoy," Harry said jokingly. "Hmm… nah, I'm positive you're better than him."

Ron thought for a moment. "Actually, I'm not so sure. As annoying as it is to work with our former nemesis, Malfoy is bloody good at what he does. At least we aren't trying to hex each other to death anymore. In fact, I kinda like the little creep, in an odd way. And with as good as he is, it keeps me at my best. If I want to be ahead of him, I have to work my hardest, otherwise he'll blow past me."

Ron didn't notice, but Harry froze as soon as the words "I kinda like the little creep" fell from Ron's full lips. No, there was no way… Ron and Malfoy? It could never happen!

Then again, Snape, Remus, and Sirius were also very a very improbable group of lovers… "Ron!"

Ron jumped at his friend's sudden outburst, not expecting the shout. "Yeah, mate?"

Harry's stomach suddenly twisted. This was it. Now or never. He was tired of skirting the subject, and he was tired of hiding his true feelings from his friend. He just needed to do it. The sooner he told his friend, the faster he would be able to repair any damage that came to their friendship. And maybe there wouldn't be anything to repair. Ron was understanding, and he would try his hardest to not make it awkward, no matter what the results of his confession were.

"Ron…"

"Yeah?"

Harry wasn't sure if he could do this. But he had to. There was no other option.

"…What's wrong, Harry?" Ron asked softly.

The air grew tense, reminding Ron of his own confession. He had told himself that as soon as Harry came home, he would tell his friend about his feelings… but then again, who was he to interrupt Harry when he was trying to share something that was of obvious importance?

Suddenly, Ron remembered where Harry had been earlier. He had gone on a date with that super annoying witch that was always bothering Harry. Ron's eyes widened. What if Harry actually liked her? That would never do. She was too annoying; her loud and obnoxious attitude would never compliment Harry's perfect personality like his own clumsy one could. Or so he thought.

Ron was pulled from his thoughts when Harry finally spoke up in a quiet, unsure voice that screamed of insecurity. "Ron, do you… do you like Malfoy? You just said you liked the little creep, but did you mean it seriously or jokingly? Or maybe you still have feelings for Hermione. I know she's with Krum now, but… I'm still not sure what really happened between you two, but you've never shown any signs of missing her or wanting her back. You've never shown any indication of not wanting her back, either. I don't know.

"All I do know is that ever since you stopped seeing Hermione, you have yet to go on a single date. At least, I don't think you've seen anyone since her. Sometimes you're out late, and I'm not sure where you've been. But it's not often enough for you to be seeing a witch in a steady relationship. That thought scares me more than you'll ever know. If those random nights aren't to see a steady girlfriend, I can only assume…," Harry's voice broke, halting his speech, and he couldn't finish. Voicing his theory would make it more plausible, more possible, and Harry didn't want it to be true. He hadn't even meant to bring it up. It was Ron's life after all, and it was such a ludicrous thought. He knew Ron wasn't like that. He knew his friend would never be so promiscuous, yet he'd said it anyway. And even if he already regretted asking, even if he knew it couldn't be true, even if he hurt Ron by assuming he did have one night stands, he still needed to be assured it wasn't the reason he would come home so late some nights.

Ron wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure what Harry wanted him to say, what he expected him to say. Did Harry really think he went out and found one night stands to fill his empty nights? That he was still pining after Hermione? And, despite the fact that he had grown quite close to his once enemy, Ron had never thought of Draco as more than a friend and rival.

For some unknown reason, a small amount of anger filled Ron. What was with the sudden questions about his love life? And although Harry was completely wrong about all of his guesses, what right did he have to dictate what Ron did? If he wanted to remain single for the rest of his life, he had the right. If he wanted to fill every night of the rest of his days with a different person, that was his right. If he wanted to love his best friend in silence for the rest of his life, he bloody well had the right! And, in fact, that was the only reason he wasn't seeing anyone; because he was in love with his bloody best friend! Why couldn't Harry just leave him alone?

He suddenly no longer wanted to tell Harry the truth. Harry would either feel obligated to say he returned Ron's feelings, or, if Harry rejected him, he would worry about Ron's well-being. Harry would avoid him, trying to make sure Ron's feelings wouldn't be hurt. His guilt would force him to tip-toe around Ron, trying to make up for his inability to return Ron's more-than-platonic feelings.

Ron caught Harry's eyes, defiance guarding his own, another emotion hidden behind his flashing blue eyes, "And what about you, Mr. Potter? What about your own love life? If we are suddenly investigating my mating patterns, why don't we take a look at your own, hmm?"

Harry flinched at the vulgar insinuations laced in the words 'mating patterns,' swallowing the uneasy feeling growing in his stomach. As much as it hurt, it looked like his assumptions might be right. Ron was being too defensive for it not to be true. Harry suddenly felt he might get sick, his stomach churning. "Look, Ron, I know that relationship talk has always been taboo between us, but I just want to make sure you're all right. You're my best friend, and I worry about you. Meaningless nights aren't the way to bury your feelings."

Ron's baby blue eyes abruptly blazed with a wild, animalistic anger. How little did Harry think of him? Wounded, Ron refused to let the moisture that suddenly tried to fill his eyes emerge; he would never let Harry see him cry over him, over this, even though he had lost count of the times that the other man had him bawling like a baby.

"I'll bury my feeling any-damn-way I like, thank you very much! You're not my mother. Besides, when have you ever actually had a relationship with anyone? Cho? Did you two ever even kiss? Maybe Ginny. You two sure got chummy during sixth year. Mom thought for sure you would someday join the family by marrying her. Ginny has never been so infatuated with someone in her entire life. Hell, even I thought you two would be perfect! The chosen one and the girl who could do no wrong. Perfect grades, perfect looks, amazing at sports. What isn't there to love about my sister? The way you two look at each other is disgusting," Ron almost spit the last word from his mouth, his face slowly changing from a cherry red to purple, but he was far from done.

"But speaking of one nights stands, Harry, what about tonight? How was that witch, the one that worships the ground you stand on, hmm? Any special talents that might be of interest to me for my next one night stand, since I seem to love them so much? But we weren't talking about me, were we? You're the one that had a date with her, after all. And it must have been some night! You were in such a dazed, dream-like state when you first came home, not to mention-" Ron slightly faltered; tears that he hadn't noticed were blazing a trail down his suddenly pale face. He cursed his inability to keep his emotions in check, but continued with his hurtful rant, uncaring of the pain he was causing Harry, "-not to mention the grand amount of time you spent with her. How did you fill that time, Harry? D-don't bo-bother answering, H-Harry. Yo-you're swollen lips t-tell me everything I need to – need to know…." Ron's voice faded until it could barely be heard, his anger suddenly drained along with his energy.

Silence reigned as the two stood there, not looking at one another. Except for their fourth year, Ron and Harry had never become tangled up in such a horrible fight. They had there disagreement and little tiffs every so often, but they never let it escalate to something so horrible. Ron, tears still streaming down his face, knew he had been wrong. But Harry had hurt him first, unknowingly Ron suspected, but it still pierced his heart, nonetheless. Before Harry could force his frozen limbs to move, Ron apparated from the apartment before he could make things worse. There was only once place he could go at a time like this; Hermione was always the best at giving advice.

Harry stood in the foyer, the rain outside thundering against the apartment building. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked, but he didn't notice. He ran a hand through his still damp hair, frustration and tears marring his face. All he could think was, 'What have he done…?'

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A/N: When I read through my work, it is always strange because I love reading fluff stories, seeing as how I love happy-peppy-uplifting things, but my own stories always seem so angsty. Although I long stories with good plots that have some conflict. You can't write a story based on fluff, can you? Maybe… If you know of any really good fics out there that are a decent length, let me know. I love reading good fanfics, and I'm open to a lot of different fandoms, so suggest away!

OH! And if you have ever watched the amazing BBC show Merlin, you will understand how my next statement is possible; it only took five minutes for me to be obsessed with this show! And if you like things like Harry Potter, I highly suggest watching it! Merlin is adorable, Arthur is hot (and a prat, according to Merlin), and I actually like the female characters (which is rare for me… dunno why). And if you like almost cannon slash, Merlin and Arthur are totally cute together (all right, they never confess their love for one another, but there are some hints here and there ). Maybe I'll write a fic for Merlin next… but I digress. X3

Please review, and will try to get the second part out as soon as possible! Reviews make me happy and help my fingers work faster!