If only I could tell you
Ron was sad. But he never told anyone why.
Truth be told, one special look from those emerald green eyes and his heart leapt around like a skilled gymnast did.
Of course, he'd told her Hermione because they were just friends and she understood as she was secretly harbouring special feelings for Professor Snape, the smarmy potions master. His crumminess was outdone by the fact that he was actually a good man.
"Ron, you should tell Harry."
"There is nothing to tell him, Hermione." he said as his nose grew, longer and pointier.
He lay there that night literally staring over at Harry, the curtains of his four Poster like a big, velvety barrier between he and his undying love.
"Oh Harry, I'm so in love with you ever since first year, but I had to hide it. You'd never understand that I'm gay..." he whispered as he believe Harry was asleep for some reason.
Harry snorted and shifted under his covers and Ron flinched afraid he was awake and he had heard.
Ron looked down sadly and went to sleep thinking about Harry because he was in love with him and when you love someone you think about them before you go to sleep.
The next day, Ron awoke from his effervescent slumber with drool on his lips. Harry was there.
He leaned down and wiped the drool off Ron's mouth.
"Oh you, Ron. Drooling in your sleep again?" he asked. To be honest, Ron had been having a particularly saucy dream about Harry before he'd been woken up.
Ron faked a smile and nodded, "Oh what am I like?"
"You're so silly, Ron." and with that Harry leaned down and looked him in the eye. "I'm so glad that we're friends Ron. Good friends, best friends...who understand boundaries and are good solid mates who do blokey, straight things together and would never and will never, cross "the gay line"."
Ron got up and dressed and stuff and went down to the common room, lamenting the fact Harry would never feel the same way that he did, or if he did, Harry would never do anything to give away his feelings anyway.
"Cheer up, Ron." Hermione said to Ron when he sat down in the Great Hall. "I'm sure he does feel the same." Just then, Harry walked in, his hair gently tousled and falling across his face, making him look literally illegally handsome.
Harry sat opposite them and grinned. "Morning Ron, morning Hermione, do you know what's weird? Gay people." he said before they could answer. "I don't get it at all. I think if I knew anyone who was gay I'd probably punch them out of anger and fear."
A tear slid down Ron's cheek and he could hide it no longer, "Then you'd better punch me then, Harry! Because I'm gay AND I'm in love with you!" and with that he stood up and ran off, sharpish.
In the entrance hall he cried properly, sobbing hysterically into his calloused hands, only looking up when Harry approached him, confidently.
"Ron, why didn't you say anything, mate?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't feel the same! And now I know how you feel about...people like me."
"What?"
"You hate gay people, Harry. And I'm gay, so you must hate me then."
Harry furrowed his brow to show Ron that he was confused beyond reason. "What? I don't hate gay people. Where the fuck did you get that idea from? And I bloody love you mate. I always have, since the first year when I realised I was repressing my homosexual preferences."
Ron smiled because his was happy and had just gotten some great news and so kissed Harry.
Harry returned the kiss.
It was hot.
"I love you Harry."
"I love you Ron. I always have."
The End.