The Love of a Friend
Chapter One- Adventures on the train to Hogwarts.
I don't know them, own them, or control them.
"Hey Ron, Harry, over here!" Hermione shouted as she waved to us, and hugged her parents goodbye. We started over towards her, trunks loaded up, owls and bags pile on to one cart.
Once we were all together, we boarded the train. It was going to be a great year. Our seventh year, to be exact. All of us had matured, not just physically, but emotionally. Our friendship had grown over the years. We were definitely ready for the last year before our lives truly began. While we were on the train, I couldn't help but think of all the adventures we'd had, and what was to come.
"Hey, Harry, snap out of it! It's time to change into our robes!"
"Oi, Mione. We've still got ten minutes!" I replied, making a face.
"Yeah," said Ron, backing me up, "ten whole minutes!"
"You two will never learn, will you?" Poor Hermione, I thought, having to put up with us for seven years. I can't even imagine. Luckily, we weren't the only men in her life. She had been going out with Draco since last year. That's right, Draco Malfoy. A lot of things had changed since the defeat of Voldenmort. Draco had sided with us, not the the Death Eaters. We all excepted him for what he was, just a confused teenager, just like the rest of us. They really made a great couple.
"Hey, guys, would you mind if I went and sat with Draco until we arrive?" Hermione asked as she headed towards the compartment door.
"Sure, Mione. Have fun." Ron, always the sarcastic one.
"Honestly, Ron. How will I survive the year!" With that, she left Ron and me alone in the small compartment.
"Hey, Harry," Ron turned to me, nervousness evident in his voice, "I've been waiting to tell you something for a while now. I know you'll hate me for it, but it's been driving me crazy."
"Go ahead, Ron," I replied, "You know I could never hate my best buddy."
"Well, IthinkIreallylikeyou."
"I like you to, you're my best friend!"
"I don't mean like that."
"Well, what else is there?" I stopped, oh sweet mother of Merlin! Did he fancy me, did he?! Sure, maybe I thought he was adorable, and I've caught myself checking him out a few times, but I didn't think he liked me like that. I never realized the sentiment was returned. Heh. Maybe someone was playing a joke on me.
"Ithinkyou'rereallyhot,andIwantobemorethenjustfriendswithyou."
I blinked, comprehension dawning upon me. Ron was gay. He really did like me. Well, this was a switch.
"What!?" I asked, wanting him to repeat it in coherent words, so that I could make sure I was on the same page as him.
"I think you're hot, Harry! I just can't stand it anymore. I had to tell you before they sent me to St. Mungos!"
Okay, so maybe I still wasn't getting it, but it was hard for me to believe that what I'd only dreamt about was coming true.
"Ron, you're joking, right?" I asked again, doubt sinking into my stomach. I was waiting for the 'Ha ha, I really got you this time' to be said.
"Oh great, now you hate me for it. I thought you would. I shouldn't have told you. I might as well turn myself over to Snape for dungeon cleaning! How stupid am I?!" he replied, turning away from me, irritably.
I sat and thought for a while, I came to the conclusion that I liked him too. I opened my to say something, but then shut it. Instead, I pulled Ron into my lap and kissed hi. I could tell that he was surprised, but after the shock quickly wore off, he was returning the kiss. It was the most amazing kiss I had ever had. It was glorious, deep and sweet. By far the most perfect kiss ever possible. I reveled in the sensation as long as I could, but all to soon, the train was slowing down. We broke apart, both scrambling for our robes, hoping that our blushing faces wouldn't give away the activities to Hermione when she came to get us. We had a lot to talk about.
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