Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Harry Potter, for if I did...it would not be a children's book xD I only own this plot. Blah.

A/N- This story is slash/angst/death. Don't like it? Don't read. Also, if you're one of those "omg, give me slash" people, wait till the 6th chapter is posted. kkthxenjoy.

Harry awoke from his deep sleep with a cold sweat running down his face. This feeling extremely familiar to him, but for once, the dream was not about Sirius. His dream had been so vivid...so...pleasing. Why would he dream of him and Ron in that manner? Harry's heart raced rapidly as he thought back to his dream...the way Ron made his fingers feel like small pricks of unimaginable delight up and down Harry's back. That is about the time Harry woke, the feeling alone had caused him to 'rise'. As Harry walked to the bathroom, he was extra cautious as not to wake the Dursley's. If they should see his 'problem' who knows what they would do. Opening the door carefully, Harry bounced back at the sight of Doby. Tripping over the lining of the door, Harry 'gracefully' knocked over a vase, awaking everyone in the house.
"Petunia, what was that bloody noise?" the roaring noise of Uncle Vernon tearing out of the bed and into his rob met Harry's ears. The excitement only caused Harry to become more aroused. Running as fast as Harry's wobbly legs could carry him, Harry flung himself into the bathroom. Latching the door just as Uncle Vernon came spilling out of his bedroom.

"GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW BOY, AND CLEAN THIS MESS!"
"I-I need to use the loo Uncle Vernon, I'll be out in a second" quickly turning on the shower, Harry relieved himself of him tension.

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Two days after Harry had his dream, he was dreading seeing Ron at the beginning of sixth year. He hadn't any contact with Ron all summer, but had gotten several from Hermione and Hagrid. All the letters stated the same thing 'Nothing new here...hope to see you soon. Harry was edgy for he had not gotten his Hogwarts letter yet and he didn't think he would have time to get all of his items. If he was desperate enough he could always call the Knight Bus (but of course the one time he had actually called it, it was pure luck.)
Just as Harry was touching up his transfiguration work, Hedwig came into the room with two letters. Finally, his Hogwarts letter and a letter from Ron...
Forgetting immediately about hogwarts he tore open Ron's letter.
Harry,
I will be at your house tonight, be ready.
Ron
 "Tonight?" harry looked at his clock, "6:00...hopefully he doesn't come now!" he began pacing his room, placing things in his trunk and sorting things around the room. Within an hour (a new record) he was ready to go. Harry sat at the edge of his bed, blinking at the clock, watching it turn hour to hour. 11:45, Harry had suspicions that Ron would not be coming. An extremely loud knock jolted Harry out of his unblinking trance. Heading downstairs, Harry could see the Dursley's huddled in the furthest corner of the room, uncle Vernon holding a bat.
"You never said anything about...your kind coming here..." Vernon's face changed from red to purple in a matter of seconds.
"I just found out." Harry, ignoring his uncle, raced for the door.
"I've been knocking on the door for the past 10 minutes mate." the sight of Ron nearly caused tears to swell in Harry's eyes.
"Sorry about that. I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Harry shut the door and led Ron upstairs to help him with his things.
Silence filled the room as Harry pretended to sort things within his trunk. He never felt so uncomfortable around Ron, all he could think about was touching him...
"You're my best friend...you know that Harry." Harry looked up to see Ron gazing with hesitation into Harry's eyes. "I can tell you anything...and." Ron removed his stare from Harry's eyes and placed them on a lamp. "I really think I need to tell you that I've been having weird dreams about us..." each word was spoken slowly, like he wasn't sure if he should be saying this.
Harry didn't dig for anymore answers, but he had millions of questions he now wanted to ask. He could only guess at what Ron was dreaming, and that he was thinking about those dreams. Holding one side of the trunk, Harry left the room with Ron, shutting the door silently.

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