Disclaimer: This is just a fanfic....I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters or anything like that....the almighty J.K. Rowling does. Praise the Rowling!

A/N: Okay this is my first fan fic that I've actually posted here on fanfiction.net...I personally normally think that all my writting stinks, but my friends say I'm just my own worst critic and all that kind of stuff so i thought I'd let the readers of fanfiction.net decide whether I stink as much as I think I do
This is just the first chapter to this story I'm writting and if i get some good reviews then I'll post the rest of the chapters as I write them, but if reviews say I stink then I'm not going to add to it, unless there's at lest 1 review that says I should post up the other chapters
Also throughout this story POVs change, but it's only by chapter.
5 Jan- grrr, just realized that the 4th paragraph had accidentally been a reapeat...I was doing random pasting crap but now it's fixed and it makes a few things possibly make more sense...I'll try and have the 2nd chapter up a little later

The Secret Admirer
Chapter 1
Ron's Idea

Ron's POV

Ron Weasley lied in his four-poster bed in his dormitory at Hogwarts. He was looking at a muggle picture of Hermione, Harry, and himself. It had been taken last summer when Harry and he had gone over to Hermione's house. Her parents had insisted on getting a picture of the trio and Hermione made sure that each of them got copies of it. He smiled at how close the three of them were. Like the three musketeers Harry and Hermione once said, but of course Ron had no clue what they were talking about so there was a long explanation that followed.

For the past years he wanted Hermione to agree to take their relationship to another level, but it never happened. The last time he had asked her the reply had been, "Ron, you're one of my best mates. What if we go out and we find out that we totally don't mix and end up hating each other. We could never go back to how it is now, and I don't think it wise to risk it. Besides, I love you Ron, but I've always thought of you as more of a brother than a lover."

That totally killed any strict romantic feelings he had for her. "She thinks of me as a brother? That would basically make her my sister and that's just not right," he thought. He'd had decided when he was quite a bit younger that if he ever had any romantic interests they would be friends first. After Hermione's rejection Ron tried to think of other real friends that he had, and it droned down to Harry. Just Harry, who knew him better than anyone else and was a friend like no other.

He had dwelled on any thought that he might think of Harry in any other way than his best mate, especially since he was another boy. Lately he'd just kept noticing how green Harry's eyes were and just the way his hair fell into place on his forehead, usually covering his scar. And that scar. No one's got a scar like that. He realized that with all his thought dwelling he was becoming highly attracted to Harry.

He had dwelled on any thought that he might think of Harry in any other way than his best mate, especially since he was another boy. Lately he'd just kept noticing how green Harry's eyes were and just the way his hair fell into place on his forehead, usually covering his scar. And that scar. No one's got a scar like that. He realized that with all his thought dwelling he was becoming highly attracted to Harry.

He sighed as he looked at the picture. He then lied it down on his night stand and turned over in his bed to where faced the four-postered bed next to him that contained Harry. He smiled. He wondered what Harry would think if he knew. Would he accept it or shun him away like he had Harry when he thought Harry'd secretly found some way to enter his name into the Goblet of Fire in their 4th year at Hogwarts. He sat up in his bed and looked around the dormitory to see that everyone was asleep except for him. He got up from his bed and walked over and sat on the side of Harry's. He looked down at a sleeping Harry, which he found to be quite cute. The hair that usually covered Harry's forehead was off to the sides of his head except for one strand which Ron took it upon himself to push over to meet the others. Ron then leaned down and kissed Harry on the forehead and whispered into his ear "I'll always love you, Harry. Good night." A light smile spread across Harry's face. At first it scared Ron, but he realized that Harry was probably coincidentally having a very good dream at the time seeing as his eyes stayed closed and he still lay in slumber.

Ron got up from Harry's bed and went back to his own. He was about to fall asleep when he got an idea that he thought was brilliant. He grabbed some parchment and a quill and wrote a short letter to Harry. Knowing that Harry would recognize the handwriting, he pulled out his wand and jinxed it to look like some frilly girlish handwriting, seeing as he didn't want Harry to know who the letter was from. He stuck it under the corner of Harry's pillow and then went to bed for the night.

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