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Chapter 2:
I woke up the next morning with a tear soaked pillow and me feeling like shit. I rolled over and grabbed my glasses off of my nightstand, putting them on. After laying there a few minutes more I figured 'What the hell?' and pulled the curtains open; I just barely pulled them open when I pulled them closed faster than a Firebolt's speed. No it wasn't Ron at the end of my bed waiting for me, it was Hermione and that's just as bad if you ask me. "Oh Harry, please talk to me." Hermione's voice sounded a little sad, but concerned as it floated through the curtains. I didn't answer her, but that didn't stop her from crawling through the slit in the slit in the curtains. Here I was pretty much heartbroken and here she was trying her best to do whatever it was she was trying to do. She gently placed a hand on my right shoulder (lying on my stomach, face pressed into my pillow, trying to ignore her and told me "I'm so sorry about last night Harry, Dean just told me when he was leaving for breakfast. H explained what happened and that he hasn't seen Ron yet this this morning, but I guess Seamus is looking for him..."
I know what she's trying to do, she wants Ron and I to be friends again; maybe more than that? I don't know... I exhaled at the thought, but once again figured 'What the hell?' "Harry?" Hermione asked placing a hand on the side of my face. "Yeah Hermione?" I looked up at her the best I could. "Do you want to go down to breakfast, Harry? If you don't it's okay, I'll bring you up some toast if you want." I actually smiled and said to her "I'll be alright, it's just breakfast afterall and it's almost over so the Great Hall will be near empty hopefully." She looked at me, full of concern her eyes were. "You sure?" She asked with same amount of concern in her voice as in her eyes. "I'm sure." Those words assured her as I got out of bed and begain looking for clothes. I ended up wearing a black- button down shirt, black jeans, and my tennis shoes. Hopefully this doesn't make me stand out or else I'm going to hex Hermione.
But thank God the Great Hall was nearly empty when we got there, we sat down at out Table and I grabbed a piece of toast. I wasn't really up to eating much, so I guess it'll do. Hermione was pretty quiet as well, until she saw Ron walk in. She poked me in the shoulder and pointed to him. I I shook my head in the way of saying no, but of course she gave me that 'Do it or I'll hex you to the next year' glare. So I through a mini temper tantrum by throwing my toast on the table and walked over to Ron. I sat down next to him on the bench, "Hey Ron." I tapped him on the shoulder, He looked at me and asked "What do you want?" in a bitter tone. "I wanted to talk to you about last night...if that's okay..." Ron let out a huff, but responded with "Fine, let's get this over with..." So the two of us awkwardly strolled around looking for a place to talk, ending up in an empty classroom. Ron sat on the empty teacher's desk as I paced the floor infront of it.
The only sound were those of our breathing and my pacing, until I broke the silence with "Ron?" I was standing in front of him now waiting for him to answer, "What?" Ron growled then came out with "I'm sorry about last night." I didn't know what to say, so I went back to pacing. What the hell am I supposed to do? Accept his apology and hope things turn out for the best? I don't think so... "Harry?" I stopped in my tracks. "I really am sorry.." I turned to look at him "Do you even know what you did, Ron?" He sat there on the desk with his normal blank stare, the blank stare h always wears when he doesn't have damn clue about what he did. So I decided to explain it to him point blank, "What you did last night Ron tore me apart. I thought after you left the dormitory last night you'd never want to talk to me ever again, what upset me the most is that I thought I was going to lose you as my best mate..." I ended that speech with heavy breathing and a tear or two rolling down my face as I fell into one of the few chairs present in the room.
Ron hopped off the desk and solemnly walked over to me and knelt down. Beginning to console me, "I never knew Harry, I'm sorry. Last night you caught me off gaurd and I had to get away, I had to think." I sniffled and quietly asked "What's there to think about?" I knew it was a stupid question, I know what's to think about. Ron shook his head "Damn it Harry, you know what there is to think about. There's my family, our friends, the press, and well...You Know Who." The only things out of that list that bothered me was the press and his family, not so much his family though. "Ron we fight against all of those things everyday, besides your family loves me." Ron let out another huff and just looked at me. "Harry, it's just not that simple..." A tear rolled down my cheek at my thought, he's telling me that we just can't be together. As best as I could muster I asked "Why isn't it simple, Ron? People already think we're going out." Ron chuckled and continued with "I suppose... I guess that does make it a little easier..." I sat ther with my heart beating almost out of my chest, my thoughts never making sense because they never stuck. "So... what does that mean?" I asked, not really paying attention until; Ron's lips were pressed onto mine and one of his hands carrassed my cheek. It was a short kiss, but when it ended we were both smiling with our foreheads pressed together; he whispered "It means Harry that... I would like to ask you something." My smile got a bit bigger as he continued, "Would you be my boyfriend, Harry?" I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him. I whispered back "Of course Ron."
I pulled away from the hug just enough so that I could kiss Ron again; his hands carrassing my the back of my head, pulling me closer. When the kiss ended our foreheads were pressed against each other, once again. "So... you wanna go and play some chess up in the Tower, Harry?" I smiled and said to him "I'd like that." As I took his hand. We left the classroom and walked up to Gryffindor Tower, we played chess the rest of the day and nobody bothered us. Except for Hermione that is...and Fred and George too...But nothing's changed...
Author's Note: Thanks to those who wanted me to continue this story, I love you! Alright, I'm a sap but it's true you guys are awesome :D But I have a LARGE amount of thank you's for Ex Mentis, he helped out quite a bit with this chapter, SO THANK YOU! But yeah...I hope you guys liked it.