I have something I must tell you. It is very important.
Meet me at midnight in the highest tower.
Yours,
Harry
Ron read the note again before folding it back up again and putting it into the pocket of
his black school robe.
I wonder what could be so important and secret? Ron wondered.
"Mr. Weasley?"
Ron snapped his head up to face Proffessor McGonagall
"Huh?"
"Well ron, if you would like to take your head out of the clouds and attempt to
transfigure this cockroach, you are certainly welcome to now!" the stern face of the
matron professor said sharply.
The class tittered and Ron's face turned an obscene shade of crimson that contrasted
sharply with his flaming hair.
Fuck that bloody cunt McGonagall Ron thought before picking up his wand.
Later that day Ron saw Harry in the hallway.
"Hey Harry-"
"Sorry Ron, gotta get to Care of Magical Creatures class! Gonna be late!"
Harry said quickly before disappearing into the wave of students switching classes.
"Bye Harry."
Ron said quitely to the retreating form of Harry's head.
But we have seven more minutes... and did he just wink at me?
Ron walked absently through the crowded hallways to Herbology, ignoring the crwod bumping
into him, throughly confused.
It's five minutes past twelve. Where's Harry? I thought I was the forgetful one...
Suddenly, he felt two hands grab him from behind and spin him around.
"Harry?"
The dark figure leaned closer and whispered into his ear with warm breath "Hush.
Don't be afraid."
Then, before Ron had a chance to say anything or contemplate this, two lips crashed into
his own.
