A/N: Okay, now to the E's!

YAY

There are a lot of E's, too. I'm gonna have fun. Okay, so here we go. This story is all about the feeling of Ecstasy. Hell yeah. This story is not for the dude on dude lovers. So…yeah.

DISCLAIMER: I like Harry Potter. But I do not own him. Oh, woe is me. (also the def. of Ecstasy is from Wikipedia. Oh, dear.)

The word "ecstasy" is often used in mild sense, to refer to any heightened state of consciousness or intense pleasant experience.

Harry was sitting at the fire, late at night. He couldn't fall asleep, so he decided to read a book. But he got bored, so he decided to stare at the flames for a bit. He didn't hear his friend coming downstairs.

"Harry?" Ron's voce snapped Harry out of his trance. Harry looked around and saw Ron standing there in his maroon pajamas that he got for Christmas. They didn't match his hair, and it made his face look like a giant tomato. But Harry decided to say nothing about it, like he always did. Ron waked over to Harry and sat next to his chair on the floor.

"Hey, Ron."

"What's going on? Why are you up so late?"

Harry sighed, and Ron understood. "Oh. The dreams again. I thought Snape was helping you with that." Harry snorted.

"He stopped, just because I did something stupid." Harry was thankful that Ron was too tired to care. Harry looked down at Ron, who was messing with a hole already in his pants. "Would you like to sit here too? I don't want you sitting on the ground."

Ron smiled, blushing slightly. "No, I'm fine. I'll just sit here…" The look on Harry's face though changed Ron's mind, and he stood up and said, "Scoot over, will you? I'm too big to sit with you, literally."

"You're not big," Harry muttered, scooting over to let Ron sit on the left side of the chair. Ron looked at Harry, pulled his knees up to his chest, and smiled broadly.

"Why are you down here?" Harry asked innocently, slightly smiling back. Ron shrugged.

"I couldn't sleep either. I've been thinking…I really don't fancy 'Mione." Harry looked at him with surprise written all over his face.

"Really, now? Who do you fancy now?" Ron blushed.

"Someone you know. Promise you won't freak out." Harry nodded. Ron sighed and started to talk.

"Well…he's very nice, but he can get really hardheaded. And he has eyes like emeralds…they shine whenever something fantastic happens…he has black shaggy hair, and…glasses. He's just not wearing them right now."

Harry looked at him. "A guy? Wow. Uh…is it that one guy in Ravenclaw?"

"Bloody hell Harry, it's you! I just described you! I thought I was thick." Harry blushed deeply and muttered, "Oh." Ron smiled broadly, and Harry smiled back. Their smiles soon faded though; they both stared at each other.

"You really mean that? You really like me?" Harry asked, trying to get a stray piece of hair out of his eyes. Ron brushed it away and cupped his hand on his cheek. Harry's breath stopped as Ron leaned in and kissed him softly. Harry put his hand on the back of Ron's neck, but instead of Ron keeping his head there, he pulled away, slightly smiling.

"I hope that answered your question." Harry's eyes shined brightly in the dark, and Ron kissed him again, knowing what was running through both of there minds.

How would they tell Hermione?

A/N: haha. Thick Harry is hilarious. So anyways, I'm finished for the day. I'm going to go eat something, cause I'm starving! lol