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Chapter Two
The summer flew by and it was the day before Harry and Ron would be heading back to Hogwarts. Harry and Ron went outside to enjoy the last day of August. As they walked out, August humidity washed over them.
"Can we please get under the shade." pleaded Harry. He turned to Ron just in time to see him turn a light shade of pink from the heat.
"Certainly." he stated as he headed towards the weeping willow tree. Harry followed; he has sort of a fluttery feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. As of lately he had this feeling quite often.
'It doesn't feel like I accidentally ate flobberworms for breakfast. It feels more like I'm about to play in a Qudditch match for the Hogwarts' Quidditch Cup.' Harry thought.
"Coming Harry?"
"Oh yeah!"
He ran under the cover of the tree where it instantly went down a few degrees. He propped himself against the tree trunk and relaxed against the light breeze blowing across his face.
"Now this is what dreams are made of." sighed Ron in total ecstasy.
Harry looked over to his right to see Ron next to him.
"I guess." Harry replied. He completely turned his head to look fully at Ron. His eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. His face displayed a serene look. It was as if, in this blistering heat and smothering humidity, he was at complete and utter peace. Harry looked upon Ron's cheeks, which were now turning a reddish-pink; sweat was now collected on his forehead. His hair seemed to be a darker sort of red, sticking to the sides of his head.
Harry eyes went to Ron's thin yet soft-looking lips. As the weeks went by Harry found himself fixated at studying those lips. They were parted. Harry found himself transfixed on Ron's tongue as it darted out every so often to collect the sweat collecting above his lip. For some strange reason Harry had an urge to draw his tongue into his mouth. To feel the light weight of it on top of his. To gently scrape the tiny buds...............
'NO! NO! NO! That's sick! Why would you think that?' Harry screamed inside his head. 'How could you think Ron's tongue in your mouth? How do you even know if he's gay?'
'Kiss him! That's the only way.' said another. It sounded a whole lot calmer, as if it was no big deal.
'How can you just say that? It's WAY more complicated that Oh just kiss him! what if he looks at you like you're a right wanker? Or...or what if he punches your lights out and never, ever speaks to you again. You know you couldn't live with yours--'
He was cut off by the other voice in his head.
'What if he turns to you, looks at you with those brown beautiful eyes, which always seems to makes us go weak in the knees, and says what you've always wished he would.'
'Which is?'
'I've been waiting for you to do that for so long.'
'He would never say that. What if he----' the voice was one again cut off.
'Oh come on! Who the bloody hell are you?Huh?'
'Harry Potter.'
'Correct! The-Boy-Who-Lived! The boy who, as a baby, defeated the Dark Lord. and has gone up against him numerous times. You have laughed in the face of danger so many times. But now your afraid to simply kiss the boy who you now discovered you have a growing crush on. Do you actually think you're best friend will shun you forever?'
'No, but you've got one thing wrong.'
'What now?' the other voice sighed.
'I think we're absolutely in love with the boy.'
"I am, aren't I?" Harry whispered aloud.
"You're what?" said Ron as he turned his head towards him.
"Nothing........."
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron peered into Harry's eyes questioningly. "Are those Muggles treating you bloody awful again?"
"No....just thinking."
"Well lately you've been doing alot of that."
"There's nothing wrong with it is there?" Harry sounded a little defensive. For some reason, now, he didn't want Ron anywhere near him.
"No, but there's no fucking reason for you to yell at me!"
"I got a lot on my mind is all."
"You know I'm always here. We can talk about it?"
"I'm okay!" Harry suddenly stood up. Ron also stood up and but a his hand on his arm.
"I know you're alright! It's just that you seem a little tense."
Harry yanked his arm away from Ron's ginger touch. The last thing he needed was Ron's reassuring smiles and touches. One soft smile would probably send Harry into a frenzy which would end with him either telling his secret love to Ron or end up a sexual ball of energy causing him to spend some time alone, if you get my drift.
"Oh leave me the hell alone! You don't know what the hell kind of tension I've got bottled up. I'm, for one, starting to fear for my life with every night I wake with my scar burning like Hell!"
"WHAT! Your scars been bothering you?"
"SHUT UP! Don't ever interrupt me!"
Ron looked at Harry shocked with a bit of anger mixed in.
"I have this ever watchful eye on me wherever I go! People always and only look at the scar, the black hair and automatically...GAWK at me!" Harry took deep breath and slowly let it out. "I'm sick and tired of being know as The-Boy-Who-Lived, 'Harry Potter' they gasped. You know what? I'm tired of being Harry Potter. If they could only see who I really am. I'm just a boy who's trying to make it through his final years at Hogwarts. Trying to get through Potions without Snape having to hate me more than he already does, which really seems impossible. Trying to make it through without killing Malfoy. If they only knew that side of me. I just want to be normal. All I ever wanted was to be a normal boy. I want to have both of my parents!"
Harry started to huff and puff, gasping for air. Ron looked on sympathetically as Harry paced back and forth. Harry saw this and it made him sick.
"Don't look at me like that! Like you understand (he put this into quotation marks)! It positively sickens me! You DON'T know what it's like. If you what to try and understand it, go ahead! I've got time. But what makes it so difficult is that now I have a crush on someone and they will never think of me in that way!" Harry soon regretted saying that as he slowly slid back down to the ground, trying to figure out what to do know.
"Who is it? Is it that girl? What's her name......uh Cho Chang."
"No." Harry whispered. "How could you think it was her?"
Ron sat down directly in front of him. "Who is it then? Hermione?"
'Yes, just say yes. As long as you don't tell! At least not know.' the voice yelled in Harry's head.
"It's a boy?" sighed Harry, lowering his head in shame and fear. Fear for what Ron was going to say.
"A boy?"
"Yes.......Ron, I'm..........well, you know." He took a deep breath. "I'm gay."
Ron stuck out a finger under Harry's chin and raised it so his brown eyes meet Harry's emerald ones. "What are you ashamed of? That really took guts, to tell me that."
"Really?" Harry was on the brink of tears. "You're not mad or nothing?"
"Of course not, you silly prat!" Ron smiled that reassuring smile full of tenderness. Harry felt slightly at ease.
"Was I the first person you told?"
Harry nodded his head in response.
"Is there anything I can do?'
"Hold me." Harry looked into Ron's eyes just as a tear slid down his face. Ron leaned over and wiped it away. He, then, pulled him into his arms as Harry let out a muffled sob.
They sat there, Harry's face buried in Ron's chest and Ron comforting him, for who knows how long. Their body heat making it feel 20 degrees hotter, yet they sat there. Ron continued to console him, rubbing his back soothingly.
'He smells wonderful' his inner voice sighed. Ron leaned in a little closer. Then it dawned on him how close the two were. He freaked, pushing Ron away and haughtily rose to his feet. Ron had a look of sheer surprise on his face while Harry angrily wiped away his tears.
"What's wrong now?"
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" he shouted.
"You don't have to pretend to be big, brave Harry Potter around me! I thought you knew that."
"This never happened, got it?" Harry pointed at Ron with every word.
"There's nothing wrong with being gay!" Ron quickly got to his feet and rested a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked on as if were pure evil; Ron instantly retracted it.
"Don't touch me you fag." Harry seethed.
"Oh, I didn't know I was the fag. See, not more than 10 minutes ago, you confided in me and told me that YOU were the fucking queer."
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A QUEER! I knew I shouldn't have told you!" Harry stomped away.
"Don't you dare turn your back to me! What, don't think I can handle the Harry Potter? I'm too low of a person to be able to handle the famous Harry Potter's business? YOU HOMO!" He screamed
Harry stalked back towards the Burrow. 'Smooth move, Potter.' said the calmer voice.
Chapter Two
The summer flew by and it was the day before Harry and Ron would be heading back to Hogwarts. Harry and Ron went outside to enjoy the last day of August. As they walked out, August humidity washed over them.
"Can we please get under the shade." pleaded Harry. He turned to Ron just in time to see him turn a light shade of pink from the heat.
"Certainly." he stated as he headed towards the weeping willow tree. Harry followed; he has sort of a fluttery feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. As of lately he had this feeling quite often.
'It doesn't feel like I accidentally ate flobberworms for breakfast. It feels more like I'm about to play in a Qudditch match for the Hogwarts' Quidditch Cup.' Harry thought.
"Coming Harry?"
"Oh yeah!"
He ran under the cover of the tree where it instantly went down a few degrees. He propped himself against the tree trunk and relaxed against the light breeze blowing across his face.
"Now this is what dreams are made of." sighed Ron in total ecstasy.
Harry looked over to his right to see Ron next to him.
"I guess." Harry replied. He completely turned his head to look fully at Ron. His eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. His face displayed a serene look. It was as if, in this blistering heat and smothering humidity, he was at complete and utter peace. Harry looked upon Ron's cheeks, which were now turning a reddish-pink; sweat was now collected on his forehead. His hair seemed to be a darker sort of red, sticking to the sides of his head.
Harry eyes went to Ron's thin yet soft-looking lips. As the weeks went by Harry found himself fixated at studying those lips. They were parted. Harry found himself transfixed on Ron's tongue as it darted out every so often to collect the sweat collecting above his lip. For some strange reason Harry had an urge to draw his tongue into his mouth. To feel the light weight of it on top of his. To gently scrape the tiny buds...............
'NO! NO! NO! That's sick! Why would you think that?' Harry screamed inside his head. 'How could you think Ron's tongue in your mouth? How do you even know if he's gay?'
'Kiss him! That's the only way.' said another. It sounded a whole lot calmer, as if it was no big deal.
'How can you just say that? It's WAY more complicated that Oh just kiss him! what if he looks at you like you're a right wanker? Or...or what if he punches your lights out and never, ever speaks to you again. You know you couldn't live with yours--'
He was cut off by the other voice in his head.
'What if he turns to you, looks at you with those brown beautiful eyes, which always seems to makes us go weak in the knees, and says what you've always wished he would.'
'Which is?'
'I've been waiting for you to do that for so long.'
'He would never say that. What if he----' the voice was one again cut off.
'Oh come on! Who the bloody hell are you?Huh?'
'Harry Potter.'
'Correct! The-Boy-Who-Lived! The boy who, as a baby, defeated the Dark Lord. and has gone up against him numerous times. You have laughed in the face of danger so many times. But now your afraid to simply kiss the boy who you now discovered you have a growing crush on. Do you actually think you're best friend will shun you forever?'
'No, but you've got one thing wrong.'
'What now?' the other voice sighed.
'I think we're absolutely in love with the boy.'
"I am, aren't I?" Harry whispered aloud.
"You're what?" said Ron as he turned his head towards him.
"Nothing........."
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron peered into Harry's eyes questioningly. "Are those Muggles treating you bloody awful again?"
"No....just thinking."
"Well lately you've been doing alot of that."
"There's nothing wrong with it is there?" Harry sounded a little defensive. For some reason, now, he didn't want Ron anywhere near him.
"No, but there's no fucking reason for you to yell at me!"
"I got a lot on my mind is all."
"You know I'm always here. We can talk about it?"
"I'm okay!" Harry suddenly stood up. Ron also stood up and but a his hand on his arm.
"I know you're alright! It's just that you seem a little tense."
Harry yanked his arm away from Ron's ginger touch. The last thing he needed was Ron's reassuring smiles and touches. One soft smile would probably send Harry into a frenzy which would end with him either telling his secret love to Ron or end up a sexual ball of energy causing him to spend some time alone, if you get my drift.
"Oh leave me the hell alone! You don't know what the hell kind of tension I've got bottled up. I'm, for one, starting to fear for my life with every night I wake with my scar burning like Hell!"
"WHAT! Your scars been bothering you?"
"SHUT UP! Don't ever interrupt me!"
Ron looked at Harry shocked with a bit of anger mixed in.
"I have this ever watchful eye on me wherever I go! People always and only look at the scar, the black hair and automatically...GAWK at me!" Harry took deep breath and slowly let it out. "I'm sick and tired of being know as The-Boy-Who-Lived, 'Harry Potter' they gasped. You know what? I'm tired of being Harry Potter. If they could only see who I really am. I'm just a boy who's trying to make it through his final years at Hogwarts. Trying to get through Potions without Snape having to hate me more than he already does, which really seems impossible. Trying to make it through without killing Malfoy. If they only knew that side of me. I just want to be normal. All I ever wanted was to be a normal boy. I want to have both of my parents!"
Harry started to huff and puff, gasping for air. Ron looked on sympathetically as Harry paced back and forth. Harry saw this and it made him sick.
"Don't look at me like that! Like you understand (he put this into quotation marks)! It positively sickens me! You DON'T know what it's like. If you what to try and understand it, go ahead! I've got time. But what makes it so difficult is that now I have a crush on someone and they will never think of me in that way!" Harry soon regretted saying that as he slowly slid back down to the ground, trying to figure out what to do know.
"Who is it? Is it that girl? What's her name......uh Cho Chang."
"No." Harry whispered. "How could you think it was her?"
Ron sat down directly in front of him. "Who is it then? Hermione?"
'Yes, just say yes. As long as you don't tell! At least not know.' the voice yelled in Harry's head.
"It's a boy?" sighed Harry, lowering his head in shame and fear. Fear for what Ron was going to say.
"A boy?"
"Yes.......Ron, I'm..........well, you know." He took a deep breath. "I'm gay."
Ron stuck out a finger under Harry's chin and raised it so his brown eyes meet Harry's emerald ones. "What are you ashamed of? That really took guts, to tell me that."
"Really?" Harry was on the brink of tears. "You're not mad or nothing?"
"Of course not, you silly prat!" Ron smiled that reassuring smile full of tenderness. Harry felt slightly at ease.
"Was I the first person you told?"
Harry nodded his head in response.
"Is there anything I can do?'
"Hold me." Harry looked into Ron's eyes just as a tear slid down his face. Ron leaned over and wiped it away. He, then, pulled him into his arms as Harry let out a muffled sob.
They sat there, Harry's face buried in Ron's chest and Ron comforting him, for who knows how long. Their body heat making it feel 20 degrees hotter, yet they sat there. Ron continued to console him, rubbing his back soothingly.
'He smells wonderful' his inner voice sighed. Ron leaned in a little closer. Then it dawned on him how close the two were. He freaked, pushing Ron away and haughtily rose to his feet. Ron had a look of sheer surprise on his face while Harry angrily wiped away his tears.
"What's wrong now?"
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" he shouted.
"You don't have to pretend to be big, brave Harry Potter around me! I thought you knew that."
"This never happened, got it?" Harry pointed at Ron with every word.
"There's nothing wrong with being gay!" Ron quickly got to his feet and rested a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked on as if were pure evil; Ron instantly retracted it.
"Don't touch me you fag." Harry seethed.
"Oh, I didn't know I was the fag. See, not more than 10 minutes ago, you confided in me and told me that YOU were the fucking queer."
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A QUEER! I knew I shouldn't have told you!" Harry stomped away.
"Don't you dare turn your back to me! What, don't think I can handle the Harry Potter? I'm too low of a person to be able to handle the famous Harry Potter's business? YOU HOMO!" He screamed
Harry stalked back towards the Burrow. 'Smooth move, Potter.' said the calmer voice.
