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Chapter 2

Last night happened right? It wasn't some sort of dream, that felt so good, I'm still hanging onto it. But feeling that weird sensation other wise known as a smile, i know it was real. Yawning i throw my legs over my bed, every one is still asleep, all except one, Harry. He smiles sheepishly at me, and i smile gingerly back at him, yeah, this is awkward. I go to the bathroom, and just stare at myself in the mirror, not because I'm vein, but because i look like a stranger to myself, smiling me, seriously. After mentally slapping myself, and waking myself up with cold water, i walk back into the dorm.

"Morning." I smile, and he grins.

"I thought you wasn't talking to me." He says shyly, i grin at him, and sit next to him.

"And why would that be?" I ask, and i lay back a little, and he lays next to me.

"Because of last night." He says, and avoids my eyes, okay, so this is wrong, me enjoying watching him squirm.

"And what happened last night?" I know i know, i just, can't resist.

"Oh, nothing." I laugh, and he hits me, "Your teasing me."

"Just a little." I smile, and he grins once more, i stare at him, and he looks back at me, i know he wants to say something, maybe even do something but, words, and actions fail him. "Lets get dressed, I'm starved." He smiles, and i get up and grab my clothes, and with in five minutes, because okay we might be gay, but we're still guys, and guys don't have to take forever to get dressed, we are ready and walking extremely close to each other into the common room.

"Good morning Hermy," I smile, and she looks a bit stunned at my greeting, she has been one hell of a friend the past couple of well, months, bugging me every day to tell me what was wrong, and when i told her about Harry, she basically hugged me to death, and told me everything will be okay, three months later, everything is okay.

"Good morning Ronald." She smiles politely, "Good morning Harry."

"Morning Hermy." Harry laughed. "Shall we go then?" He asks, i know, we sound like a group of old people, but its a little joke that happened in first year, and its stuck.

"So, didn't see you last night." I laugh at Hermione, who instantly turns fifteen different shades of red.

"Oh well, i was in the library." I nod, and she looks away once more.

"Read anything good?" Harry asks, biting his lip to stop him laughing, god that's hot. Calm down Ron, no you calm down, oh not this again.

"Oh stop it, you both know where i was." Hermione laughed.

"Neville's a good boy, he was in bed by eleven." I laughed, and she went red once more.

"He is a very respectable boy." She laughed, and i roll into fits of laughter. Harry pats my back, and i melt at the touch, even if it is only to stop me chocking. I smile at Harry in thanks, and then its my turn to blush, Hermione picks up quickly, smart girl, "Lets get going to lesson, i want to be early so i can talk about my home work." We all get up, and the morning was going so well, until.

"Look who it is." Malfoy. Words are wasted describing what a ferret that bastard is.

"Oh who is it?" Harry asks, turning around sarcastically. "Is he talking about you Ron?"

"No, i think he is talking about you Harry." I laugh, playing along with his games, which get the blond very flustered.

"You two look very smug. Bet you had a long night, of bum sex." Malfoy laughed hysterically.

"How original, did you think of that all on your own?" I say, and he stares at me, leaning over me, which was ironic, as i am taller.

"Not denying it then weasel." He says pointedly, i think of a witty comment, but for once, I'm stuck.

"You know, all these slide comments you make, I've been wondering, if you were gay one Malfoy." Harry says calmly.

"Don't be disgusting Potter. Being gay is almost as bad as being a Mudblood." He stares at Hermione, and shivered, "What's the smell?" Hermione glared at him.

"You, now why don't you piss off." I say, and taking in a deep breath, and when he doesn't move, i push past him, and he falls back a little, and Hermione and Harry walk past, both squaring their shoulders, just in case.

0x0x0

"Idiot." I told myself, as i scribbled something out on my quill, Harry looked at me firmly, "What?" I laughed. Its normal, me calling myself an idiot, I'm the first one to admit that I'm not smartest of the bunch.

"Your not an idiot." He says, and looks over my work, which was now a parchment full of words scribbled out and ink blotches every where. "Come here." He takes my work, and erases it, and starts writing.

"What are you doing?" I laugh, and snatch it back.

"Nope, you sit down, and breath." He says, i look behind the patronising tone, and does as he says. "Feel better?" He laughs, i just smile at him and close my eyes.

"Harry, can i talk to you?" I open my eyes quickly, and see Cho standing there, Harry gets up.

"I wont be long." He promises, and i just nod, and stare at the parchment that is now consisting of lines of his handwriting, all on garden gnomes, i read it and start copying into my own handwriting, changing it slightly, when he comes back, he sighs, and then gets back to doing my work.

"Everything alright?" I ask.

"She asked me out." He says, "And i said No." He added that quickly, after seeing the look of hurt on my face, i nod, and he just smiles. "I didn't tell her about us, i just said she was right and i didn't want to be with her."

"Oh." I say, and force a small smile, it was getting hot in the great hall, "Lets go out side." I suggest and he shrugs, we take our stuff, "Hermione you coming?" I ask.

"Oh, no thanks, i am meeting Neville," She smiles, and me and Harry make girlish noises, "Oh please boys, your not ten."

"Or girls." Harry laughed.

We sat in our usual secluded place, behind a large tree that blocked us from view, facing the lake. He sits next to me, and our hands brush, and our faces go crimson.

"Ron, about last night." He says quietly, i look at him, "I meant what i said, you wasn't just playing along, were you?"

"No, i meant it too." I smile.

"So, what now?" He asks, "I'm not comfortable with every one knowing." Good because neither am I! I nod, and he smiles, "So, are you like my boyfriend?"

"If you want me to be." I laugh.

"Then, yes, your my boyfriend." Harry grins, and then locks our hand together.

0x0x0

"Ron!" Hermione's voice sent hurricanes to my head, as all previous thoughts were pushed aside.

"What is it?" I ask, and she stares at me. "Jesus, who's died?"

"Oh, no, Ron, we really need to talk." I sit down next to her on the chair in the common room, "Where is Harry?"

"Upstairs getting dressed." I reply, "What is it?"

"They know."

"What, who know?" I ask, "And what do they know?"

"Everyone, they know, about how you feel about Harry." My eyes widen, and I'm pretty sure they're about to burst out of the sockets, my mouth is too dry to speak, "Cho, she spread it around."

"But she doesn't know." I say, "No one knows, except, me, you, Harry, but he already said he doesn't want people to know."

"Wait, what, Harry knows?" Hermione asked, "Ron!"

"Oh, yeah, i forgot to tell you." I laugh, and she throws daggers at me with her eyes, "Cho broke up with him, and she said how it was because he would rather spend time with me, and he said it was true, and asked maybe if i wanted to be with him, and then, i said maybe i would, and here we are, together, only he didn't want to tell any one, there being me not telling you." It was all a rush of a very long sentence, and she stared at me, and jumped up and hugged me. "Jesus Hermione." I laugh and push her back.

"What are you going to do?" She asks, "I mean, you have to deny it." She stars pacing.

"Well, if we are denying it, your going to give us away with your behaviour, just sit down, and when Harry makes an appearance we will talk to him."

"No, if he knows i know, he will think you told me, wait, he will know you told me." What, this girl has way to much time on her hands and uses it to think way too much, i begin to protest, and she looks at me again, in the way you do not want to be looked at. "Go up stairs, and tell him i told you what people were saying, go on, Ron, now." So up i went, like a good little dog.

Harry was on his bed, staring into space, a small goofy smile on his face, only if i told him it was goofy i reckon i would receive another look, and one look is fine for one mornings achievements.

"Hi," He smiles, and i sit next to him, "Give me a minute i will be ready." He says and pulls on his shoes.

"We actually need to talk." I say, again, I am not the master of words, he looks at me, as if he is scared, "Its nothing bad, well, maybe it is." I say, again showing my lack of good words man ship once again. "They know, every one, about us." I say bluntly.

"Did you?" He asks, and i don't actually believe he is accusing me, "I told you i didn't want people to know!" He is practically shouting at me now.

"Don't shoot the fucking messenger Harry!" I shout back, "Hermione told me when i went down stairs, but thanks for showing the lack of trust this early in our relationship means a lot." And before i know it, I'm slamming the bathroom door and locking myself in side. Very mature Ron, well done. Oh shut up, great I'm arguing with myself.

"Ron, I'm sorry." He says, the other side of the door, i want to swear so much, but hold it back, and just make a small grunt. "Please, come out?" What out of the closet, no thanks i like it in here.

"Why so you can shout at me again?" I sound like a three year old, get a grip on yourself Weasley.

"I'm sorry i shouted." So you should be idiot, i open the door and walk out slowly. "Forgive me?"

"Sure." I sigh. "I didn't say anything, i promise,"

"How do they know? We haven't done anything for them to know about." Is it me or did he sound disappointed.

"Cho, she made out how you dumped her for me or something." I say, "Bit pathetic really."

"Yeah, just a bit." He laughs, "So, what are we going to do?"

"Well, you don't want them to know, and neither do i, so we have to deny it."

"But, i don't want to deny how i feel about you."

"We're not ready for them to know Harry." I say, and its the truth, i mean, would you be ready? "Deny it, and then we'll just see how it goes, you can say how she is just upset about losing you."

"If she was that upset, she shouldn't have dumped me." Harry laughed, he muttered something, and i just stared at him. "So, we deny it?"

"Yeah, its all we can do. I'm pretty sure the teachers would frown at us." I smile, "And any more frowns on Snape's face, he'd look like a shaggy dog." Harry laughed, and i smiled.

"Lets go lover." He grins and we walk down the stairs.

"Morning Harry." Hermione smiles.

"Hi," Harry replies. "Breakfast?" And off we went.

"Is it true? Are they really together?" Was what we heard all the way down to the great hall.

"No its not true, don't believe things you hear from hormonal bitches who are insecure about losing some one they like." I laugh, and they just nod, Hermione shoots me a look. "What?"

"Nothing Ron, nothing." She says, and walks of.

"What did i do now?" I laugh.

"Go talk to her." Harry smiles, and i do, running after her.

"Hermione what the hell was that about?" I say, and every one looks, if people didn't believe me and Harry, they'd probably believe me and Hermione was an item.

"Ron not now." She hisses.

"What did i do wrong?" I ask, and people still stare. "We talked about it, i did as you said!"

"Yeah but you chose the wrong thing." She said and walked of once more. Harry catches up, and pats my shoulder.

"Tough luck, think you really upset her this time." He laughs, as if he is a best mate cheering up a mate about losing their girl friend.

"Wouldn't mind so much, if i knew what i had done." I laugh and sit opposite him, our legs rubbing together under the table.

0x0x0

"Potter. Weasley. Or are you both going to be Potters?" Malfoy, Blond Fucking Cunt.

"Jealous?" Harry laughs. "Your so pathetic."

"I would think Weasley would want to be a Potter, go into a family where they're not blood traitors, but I'm definitely sure you could find one a bit better then his,"

"Like yours you mean?" Harry laughs, "Fuck off Malfoy."

"I always knew you were a bunch of fags."

"Hows that?" Harry asks, and i just watch the verbal match. Turns out Malfoy didn't have a response to this, and walked of, pushing past us both. "Moron."

"Complete and utter moron." I laugh, we walk down a quiet corridor, both having a free period, "Seems like a bad thing now." I moan.

"What does?" Harry asks.

"Denying it." I sigh, and sit on the stone steps.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and sits next to me.

"Bit close aren't you, might look funny." I smile.

"What do you mean, denying it," He asks, as if my comment was pushed aside.

"I've been denying my feelings for you, for two years Harry, its kind of hard to deny them when there slightly out in the open." I sigh, and he stares at me.

"Two years?" He asks, and looks at me as though i am a freak.

"Yeah." I say stupidly, and he moves even closer, and he kisses me, not on the cheek, not on the for head, and no, not on the nose, but on the lips, i melt to the touch of his lips on mine, he breaks the kiss, and there is a few people staring at us.

"Then lets not deny it." He grins.

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