Why Me?

I don't know why I am surprised. I've been here before. This happens every year. The whispers in the hall that stop when I pass, the pitied or fearful looks, depends on what the article said to make the school suspicious of me again.

I sit at one of the writing desks and bury my head in the nook of my crossed arms.

I feel someone standing next to me and look up. Ron is standing over me and smiles weakly.

I don't smile back.

"Why me?"

He hugs me from behind and kisses my lips softly.

"Why not you?"


Sneak.

Ron peered down the darkened corridor. Seeing no-one, he took off his shoes. Tucking them under his arm he silently passed sleeping portraits and armor. He reached the next corner and released his held breath through his nose. Down staircases and through passageways he went in search of his destination. He rested against a familiar stone wall. While tying the lace of the right sneaker, arms snaked around from behind and pulled him through a door.

"Harry, why did you want to meet me in the Potions room?"

"Trust me Ron," Harry said kissing him deeply. "You won't be disappointed."


Mischief.

"Walk." Harry whispered thrusting against Ron's back.

They moved from the door to the students' tables.

Ron paused at the table they typically used, but Harry pressed harder.

"Not here." He grunted and pointed across the room, to the Slytherin side. "There."

Ron titled his head to face Harry, a wicked gleam in his blue eyes "Oh you are bad."

"I know," Harry replied licking the top of the red head's ear. "Now move."

Next morning.

"Why do you keep looking over here Weasel? Fancy me or something?" Draco snickered.

"No. I was just remembering your desk."

"What?"

"Nothing."


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