Hey, so this is a quick one-shot I wrote a year ago, and the only story I've ever written for Harry/Ron.

So, please read and review as I love to hear what you guys think!

Ron - bold

Harry - italics

"Ergh, I'm so bored, why do we take this class?" Harry read the note from Ron, smiling at his best friends ever present bluntness.

"Same, Binn's is really going on today." He wrote back, sliding the note along the desk.

"Lets play a paper game, y'know one of those ones 'Mione taught us to stop us annoying her."

"Okay, which one?"

"Truth." Ron passed the note back with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

"Ergh. Fine then." Harry face palmed, knowing this couldn't end well, passing the note back.

"What girl are you crushing on?"

"No girl at this point." Harry wrote back blushing.

"Seriously, no one got your eye? They're throwing themselves at your feet, 'The Chosen One' and all that."

"I didn't say no ONE. I said no GIRL." Harry blushed still harder.

"So you're gay?" Ron passed the note, smiling at his best friend.

"Please don't hate me. But yes…" Harry hid his face on the desk.

"Why would I hate you? You're my best friend, the fact you like guys isn't going to change that. Anyway, I've been waiting for you to come out." Ron smirked.

"You knew?"

"Perhaps."

"How?"

"I have my ways…" Ron pretended to be a ninga, making Harry snort loudly and Hermione turn to look disapprovingly at them.

"What guy you crushing on?"

"You already asked me two questions, and the rules say only one."

"You can ask me three questions after then."

"Fine then, but you have to guess," Harry bit his lip, not meeting Ron's eyes.

"Do I know him?"

"Yes."

"Is he a fifth year?"

"Yes."

"Is he a Griffindor?"

"Yes."

"What colour hair does he have?"

"That would be telling…"

"Are you going to tell me anything else about him?"

"No."

"So it's someone in our dorm?"

"I'm not telling you anymore…"

"But you've already told me he's a fifth year Griffindor, and they all sleep in our dorm…"

"Well it was a dumb question if you already knew the answer, then. My questions now.

Do you/have you ever had a crush on Hermione?"

"I don't anymore. I did in fourth year."

"Do you fancy a girl?"

"No."

"Do you fancy a guy?"

"Perhaps."

"It was a yes/no question."

"Yes, then."

The obviousness hit Ron like a ton of spiders legs, well it was a lot nicer than a ton of spiders legs, but it hit him pretty hard. Harry, the boy he secretly loved, was crushing on him. Slyly, he lent in and planted a kiss on his best friends lips. And wow, that was what he'd been missing, this was unlike anything, ever. The History of Magic classroom faded away into the distance, and soon it was just Ron and Harry, lips moving in a perfect rhythm. Before long, they were making out in the back of the History of Magic classroom.

No one noticed. Parvati and Lavander were painting their nails, Neville was reading, and heavily engrossed in some herbology text, Seamus and Dean were probably sleeping, but, well, you could never really tell with those two. Most the Slytherins were doodling pictures of the dragon some seventh year had accidentally conjured an image of in the common room last night, and a certain Blaise Zabini was currently preoccupied staring at Draco Malfoy's arse. Even if they had turned round, they probably would have thought nothing of what they saw. Fifteen year olds were unstable and driven by anything other than sense, they'd think it was 'just a phase', but both Harry and Ron knew it was more than that.

"Oh, yeah, Ron, to answer your earlier question, that is why we take this class," Harry muttered, slightly dazed as they pulled apart, Ron rolled his eyes and pulled Harry's lips back onto his.