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Title: Best Of Both Worlds
Ships: Ron/Harry, Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17 (only for language in this chapter) PG-13 otherwise
Warning: Both Slash and Het Pairing (Including Sex), Angst, Adultery, Romance
Word Count: 1953
Notes: My OTP is Ron/Hermione but I Ron/Harry are definitely a close second because I think it works so well. I usually prefer reading Ron/Harry smut because it just seems so much hotter… I don't know what it is but it's the case for me personally anyway. However, I wanted to try writing a story that included both of my pairings (I do love Trio stuff too but I don't find a lot of it very believable). Please let me know what you think. The story will span over a few chapters, not too sure how many just yet but I'm thinking between 5 and 10 each at about this length. Also: Yes, Ron is unfaithful but I can forgive him, you can too
Summary: The man who can keep a secret may be wise, but he is not half as wise as the man with no secrets to keep.


"Come on, mate," Harry said forcefully, "you hardly ever come out with us anymore."

"Nah. Sorry, I don't feel like going out," I answered, eyes fixed on the Muggle television in front of me.

"Suit yourself," Harry muttered, more than a little annoyed, and turning to put his coat on. I glanced up from the television. Hermione entered the room wearing tight, grey jeans and a sparkly, black top. Her hair was in a loose bun at the back of her head and small curls escaped to rest on the side of her face.

"You look nice," I told her.

"Thanks," she replied, "come on then, let's go." She, too, moved to put on her coat, which was hanging up next to the front door.

"He's not coming," Harry said bitterly, leaning against the wall with arms crossed over his chest.

"Why?" Hermione whined, sitting next to me on the sofa. I shrugged. She leant closer and dropped her voice a little. "Please, Ron, you can't leave me on my own. Harry will be off dancing as usual," she said, looking up to smile at Harry, "and I don't want to sit there whilst Seamus slobbers all over whomever he's brought along this week. If you come, maybe you could slobber all over me," she joked, kissing me gently on the cheek and squeezing the top of my thigh.

"Oh, alright," I sighed, giving in, "but I won't be staying long." I dragged myself off the couch and switched off the television. I couldn't be bothered getting changed so I headed to the door in my jeans and t-shirt.

"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed, patting me heavily on the back as we made our way outside.

When we reached the club, we found Seamus already waiting for us. He introduced the new girl as "Sarah" and then proceeded to give me a very long, enthusiastic handshake.

"Weasley! Great to see you, it's been ages mate!" He said, patting a stool next to him, gesturing for me to sit down.

"Yeah, too long," I admitted, taking the seat.

I spent the next hour or so playing "catch-up" with Seamus. The girls had been abandoned but seemed to be getting along very well together anyway. I realised that I was actually having a good time. I wondered whether I'd been an idiot, turning down chances to go out recently. However, that was until the subject was changed.

"What's he like, eh?" Seamus asked, amused. He nodded towards Harry who was dancing with a man on the other side of the club. "You wouldn't think he'd only come out of the closet a few months ago, would you, the way he carries on? Slut!" Seamus laughed loudly. I saved myself the need to answer by choosing that exact moment to take a long gulp of my pint.

I watched Harry for a few minutes over the top of my glass. He was slow dancing with a tall, blond man, and although the music and distance drowned out whatever it was that Harry whispered in his ear, it wasn't hard to tell from the way the taller man blushed that it wasn't entirely innocent. I could see Harry's shirt clinging to his back from the heat and noticed that his fringe was rather sweaty when the other man reached up to brush the hair away from his forehead. I felt suddenly sick. I cleared my throat and turned to Hermione.

"Do you mind if I go now? I'm not feeling very well."

"Oh, really?" she asked, concerned. "I'll come with you."

"No, It's just a headache," I lied, "I'm not used to the loud music and stuff, am I? I don't want to ruin your night. Stay."

"Well… if you're sure," she answered, not entirely convinced. I gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and turned to say goodbye to the other couple.

"It's only early!" Seamus exclaimed. "Stay for another one."

"No, really, I don't feel too good." I gave him a brief hug and pulled on my jacket. "We'll have to do this again soon though," I added, and without another word I walked quickly out of the club and Dissapparated to the flat that Hermione and I shared.

I poured myself a large glass of Firewhiskey, downed it in one, and poured myself another.

I couldn't believe I'd actually agreed to go out. I'd avoided it for months because I had known that something like this would happen. Seeing Harry with another man was weird, just… just horrible. I drained my glass once again and refilled it. It was wrong for two men to be that close, wasn't it? Since finding out about Harry I'd tried my best to be supportive, I'd tried to be okay with it, but I wasn't sure that I was. It was wrong… that's why it made me feel sick to think of it. And seeing it had been a whole lot worse… I felt like the bottom had fallen out of my stomach.

I sat in silent darkness on the sofa and continued to drink. I don't know how long I'd been sitting there but suddenly the bottle was empty and there was a loud banging on the door. I got up and almost swayed across the room, opening it to find Harry looking annoyed.

"Thanks for saying bye," he shouted, pushing past me to enter the sitting room. "You just fucked off without saying anything."

"You were busy," I slurred, closing the door.

Harry rolled his eyes and moved further into the room, "why did you get off so early?"

"Didn't feel good," I said, shrugging.

Harry looked at the coffee table and saw the empty bottle and glass resting there. "Well, you were well enough to drink a whole bottle of Firewhiskey. Why did you really leave?" I didn't answer but moved to the armchair across the room. "Don't ignore me, Ron. Why did you leave?"

"I just told you," I said, through gritted teeth.

"Oh, don't give me that shit, Ron! You can't just feed me whatever bullshit you want and expect me to just swallow it." Harry was shouting, arms flailing about all over the place. "I know that you left because of me. I might be gay, but I'm not bloody stupid! You've come out with us a grand total of twice since you found out I was gay; I can put two and two together. If you've got a fucking problem with me, just come out and say it!"

"Alright," I growled, "I've got a fucking problem." I looked up to glare at Harry. "I don't want to see you and some other bloke drooling all over each other and groping each other. It makes me feel sick. There, you happy?"

Harry face showed a mixture of confusion and shock. He looked as though he hadn't expected me to admit it so soon, as though he'd expected me to convince him it was all in his head. "But… but I don't understand."

"What's to understand, Harry? Seeing you with a bloke makes me feel like shit."

"But Dean… you were fine with Dean when he came out. Yeah, you took the piss for a bit but you were OK…"

"Yeah," I interrupted. "That was Dean, wasn't it? Not you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Harry yelled.

"It feels different, that's what I mean," I shouted back, standing up.

"Like how? Do you think because you spend more time with me I'm going to bloody come on to you or something? Is that what it is? Have I threatened your precious masculinity?"

"Don't be fucking ridiculous!" I snarled, walking away from Harry and standing next to the opposite wall. Harry advanced on me and grabbed me by the shoulder, forcing me to turn and face him.

"I don't think I'm being ridiculous. You don't have a problem with anyone being gay… but me? That's fucking sick is it? What other explanation is there?" Yet again, I didn't answer. I felt sick. I felt my ears getting hot and didn't know what to say. "Or is it jealousy?" Harry continued, and my eyes shot up to meet his. "As far as I'm concerned there are only two possible explanations." Harry lifted his thumb up as a counter for the first explanation, "Either you're worried about me coming on to you, because you don't fancy blokes." I shook my head quickly and Harry lifted his forefinger as a second counter and took a step closer to me. "Or, you're worried about me coming on to you, because you do fancy blokes." I took a step backwards and pressed myself against the wall with no escape. "Which is it?"

"Not blokes…" I breathed, eyes still fixed on Harry's. I gulped and shook my head again.

"Me?" Harry said quietly. I nodded, without thinking, and then tried to disguise it as a shake.

"No… I mean... I'm not… I don't…" My voice was shaking and I was suddenly very aware of how close Harry was to me.

"You don't fancy me?" Harry whispered, and I could feel his breath on my face. I shook my head once more. "That's a shame… because I fancy the arse off you." I wasn't aware that I had closed my eyes until they snapped open at Harry's confession. Harry's face was just inches from my own and I could think about nothing else. Harry closed the distance between us, and I was closing my eyes again as Harry's lips brushed my own.

Instinctively, I gave a half hearted push at Harry's shoulders but when he didn't move I ended up gripping them tightly in a vain attempt to pull him closer. Harry's hands moved up to seize my hair and I found that I had opened my mouth and was allowing Harry's tongue to dart in and out… and that I was enjoying it. One of my hands left Harry's shoulder to grip the back of his head and I met Harry's tongue with my own. I let out an involuntary moan and Harry broke the kiss.

I stood with my eyes shut tight, terrified to open them and trying to make sense of what had just happened. I was totally incapable of speech and without a clue to what I'd say even if I could. Eventually, I opened my eyes to see Harry smiling faintly.

"I'd love to see how you'd kiss me if you did fancy me," he said breathlessly. When I remained silent his smile disappeared and he stepped away with a slight frown. He cleared his throat and looked down at his feet. "Well… I should probably go," he said awkwardly. He walked quickly to the door and closed it gently behind him, leaving me standing against the wall.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I let out a breath that I wasn't aware I'd been holding in. My knees seemed to buckle and I crumpled to the floor. I buried my head in my hands and tried not to panic. What the fuck had I done? I tried to clear my head, tried to understand how that had just happened but everything around me seemed to be swimming.

Two minutes later, I was scrambling to my feet and running as fast as I could into the bathroom. I made it just in time to throw up into the toilet. I didn't know whether it was the thought of what I had done or because I had drank so much. Perhaps it was a little bit of both. I heaved into the bowl once more before collapsing on my back on the bathroom floor.