A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. This is a slash story. I do all -slash, femslash, and het. Send me a request with a pairing! I'm trying to do one a pairing once. But depending on how popular it is I might do it more then once.

Ron x Harry

Ron stood their, mouth wide open, as he watch as Harry walked angrily out of the tent. The other male was pale, making his dark hair stick out even more and his fists where clenched so tight they where nearly white. He turned to look at Hermione who had fat angry tears running down her face.

He saw it coming, he really did. But he still couldn't help but be surprised at the fight that blew up between Harry and Hermione. There was built up rage between the two of them that he could see. He could understand both sides of the fight but that didn't mean he had to like it.

And in a way HE was the one who started it – not Harry. It started with a simple joke over dinner, asking Hermione if she had enough to read with all of the books she packed. It just blew up from there when she made an offhanded comment on how if Harry knew what he was doing she wouldn't have had to pack so much information.

Harry demanded to know what the hell Hogwarts: A History had to do with the hunt, making her flush angrily. It then turned to tempers rising and then yelling until finally Hermione just snapped.

"I had to send my parents away Harry! I had to get rid of their memories of me! Do you have any idea how hard that is? If we had something – anything – any sort of bit of information that would make the hunt easier then it would be better! But we don't! You have nothing, you got nothing! It's like – like a goose chase!"

"You don't think I know that?" Harry snapped back. "I'm trying to get by just as much as you are! I am racking my brain, over thinking every little bit of information Dumbledore gave me. It's not easy for me either!"

Hermione snorted, "Yes it is! All you have to do is hide away and look for clues! I have to consistently worry about my parents! You wouldn't know that."

Harry took a step back as if he was struck and Ron gaped at Hermione. The dig at Harry's parents seemed to be to much for the teen as he stormed right past the two of them and went outside.

Leaving Ron alone with Hermione. He stared at the tent flap, wondering what he should do when he heard a sniff. He turned to see Hermione wiping her blotchy cheeks. They stared at each other for a second before Ron turned and left the tent – the girl looked like she was about to say something but at the moment Ron wasn't sure if he wanted to hear it.

He could understand Hermione's frustration, really he could, he wasn't to happy with everything at the moment either. But to think she would sink so low as to make a jab at Harry like that...

It wasn't to hard to find Harry, he could hear the sound of splashing as Harry threw rocks into a nearby pond. He huge his jacket a little closer to himself as he made his way down a hill to reach Harry. The weather was starting to turn a lot colder now then before. It would make the trip harder then before but it was something that they needed to do.

As he got closer he watched as Harry tossed another stone in the water, shoulders tense as he made the throw. Dark hair swayed in the breeze and Ron couldn't help but stare at Harry's back for a moment before taking a step forward. Harry peeked over his shoulder and Ron was happy to noticed that Harry seemed to relax a little when he saw him.

"So...," Harry started awkwardly.

"So," Ron added. Trying to add humor to the situation. He walked over until he was standing next to Harry, picking up his own Rock he threw it perfectly, making it bounce along the top of the water until it finally sank with one last 'plop'. He heard Harry huff right next to him and couldn't help the smile.

"I can never do that," Harry muttered throwing another rock. It hit the water with a splash before sinking making Ron snort.

"It's easier then you think, mate," Ron said. He wasn't good with emotions, range of a teaspoon is what Hermione said once, but this he could do. He could pretend that nothing happened – which is clearly what Harry wanted – and try to cheer his best mate up again.

Harry gave him 'the look' as he liked to call it. The look where he was going to say something smart mouthed, or maybe roll his eyes so far back he could see his brain. And true enough Harry did just that, roll his eyes, before bending down to pick up another rock to throw.

Ron reached out and tugged on Harry's had, making the other stop, and gave the rock a look. "Well no wonder, you're picking the wrong rocks."

"Is there a right kind?" Harry said sarcastically but Ron looked around before he found a flatter, smoother rock.

"Here," Ron said giving Harry the new rock. Before the dark haired teen could throw it however Ron grabbed his arm again and positioned himself behind Harry. He easily wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and took control of his throwing arm. He was easily a head taller then Harry, boarder too.

"You have to throw like this," Ron muttered into Harry's ear. He felt Harry shiver in his arms and he ignored the pleasant feeling it gave him. Instead he used Harry's arm to throw the rock, both watched as it skipped over the water before sinking.

He tried to ignore the fact that he was still holding onto Harry as he spoke, "For someone who had top marks in Defense, you sure can't throw for shit."

Harry elbowed him making him wheeze out his laughter. He let his arm linger for a few seconds longer before pulling away. It felt colder after holding Harry, he didn't know why. Finally the green eyed teen faced him. And he looked better, less angry.

Ron didn't like it when Harry was angry for two reasons. The first that he tended to become pissy, the second was a much more personal reason. Harry's eyes got darker, like a storm. Instead of the normal bright green they where they seemed to cloud over and turn into a darker green. And he never liked darker colors, he liked brighter ones more. Like the bright orange of the Canon's, or the bright yellow of the tulips that bloomed near their house every summer.

Or Harry's bright green eyes when he was happy.

Ron was lost in his own thoughts and only managed to catch the end of what Harry was saying.

"...should talk to her?"

Luckily Harry didn't notice that he wasn't paying attention and just talked. He liked that, he tried to get Harry to open up when he was upset but sometimes it was tough. Ron watched as Harry's mouth moved to form words but he didn't hear a thing. But he stopped suddenly when he heard Harry speak.

"Maybe I should apologize?"

Ron's eyes snapped up, blue meeting green, and he shook his head. He ran a hand through his own red hair before sighing, "Harry, don't. You shouldn't have to."

Harry gave him a confused look but he just shrugged. "What she said was messed up."

Harry huffed and tugged his hair, "But she has a point -"

"And what point is that? That you where given less then stellar information? All three of us knew this! Both me and her knew that you weren't given the best tools to start this hunt with but so far you're using what you know. You're doing your best. And that's all that matters!" He said firmly.

Harry gave him a small, shy smile before turning away. He couldn't tell if it was from the cold or not, but he saw Harry's cheeks before slightly darker. They stood in silence, both just watching ripples on the pond before Ron spoke up again.

"I'll talk to her for you," he started, holding up a hand to stop Harry from starting what he was going to say, "no really. She might still be upset and when you're both upset up tend to shout more then think."

Harry laughed out right this time and Ron counted that as a victory. Harry nudged him in his side, "Like you're one to talk!"

"I'm getting better!" He protested as he started to walk back to the tent. When he looked over his shoulder he could see Harry throwing rocks again. This time the seemed to skip a little before sinking making him chuckle.

At least he was getting better.

When he finally made it to the tent he expected Hermione to be waiting outside, either worried or angry. But she wasn't there. Fearing for the worst he took his wand out and slowly made his way inside. It was quiet, but the tent seemed...messier? He heard the sound of something shuffling around the corner. Getting his wand ready he turned, a spell on the tip of his tongue, but stopped when he saw it was just Hermione.

But she was packing.

"Hermione, what the hell?"

She turned around sharply, a book clutched to her chest, but relaxed when she saw it was Ron. She turned back around as she stuff the book into her sack before going back to what she was doing. She was ignoring him which just annoyed him. Finally having enough he walked forward, clearing the small room within two steps, and grabbing her hand.

"Hermione -"

"I can't," she snapped, pulling away from him sharply.

Ron swallowed thickly. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? "You can't what?"

"I can't do this anymore!" She cried out. She tossed more books into her sack, slowly clearing the table of the sack that was sitting out. She walked around the other side, as if putting some distance between the two of them would lessen the impact of her words.

Ron stood there, fists clenching and releasing as he thought of the few words she said. His mind was drawing a blank of what to say – or do – as he watched her throw books into her bright purple sack. He breathed deeply through his nose catching her eye. Her gaze softened when she looked at him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I just – I know what I said was wrong...," she trailed off. She looked thoughtful, carefully thinking over the next words she would say.

"I know that it was a low blow. But my parents mean so much to me. It was so hard to wipe their memories of me and send them somewhere else. I just – I know, that if I found them soon and gave them their memories back then I can get a chance to explain. If I don't they'll be cross with me."

They both stood there in the tent unknowing what to do at the moment. Ron was thankful that Harry was giving them some space because this would seriously hurt him.

"I'm scared," Hermione blurted suddenly, playing with the hem of her shirt. She looked away from him as she spoke the words and Ron didn't know why – it was nothing to be ashamed about.

"I'm scared too," he admitted. Hermione gave him a small smile before going back to packing her belongings. Ron licked his lips as he thought about what to say to her. What could he say to make her stay?

"Look, I'm not going to pretend that this is easy," he started, "and, yeah, Harry could have gotten better info, but it's not like it's his fault. We where both there. You know he's just trying to make the best of it – we all are. And you know he didn't mean any of the things he said."

Hermione's hand motions slowed down but she didn't stop in her packing. She refused to look up, a sure sign that she was being stubborn. It made Ron sigh. She stopped and gave him a questioning look but he shook his head. He had nothing to say, what could he say? Harry didn't mean the things that he said – he tended to blurt out things when he was angry. Just like him. Which is why it was so easy for them to forgive each other when they got mad at each other.

"If you want," Hermione said quietly to the point where Ron had to strain his ears to hear, "you can come with me."

Ron flinched and, without thinking, said the first thing that came to mind, "And leave Harry? Are you mental?"

Hermione's breath hitched and she blinked back tears. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped to wipe her face. For the next several minutes she ignored him as she packed at a faster rate them before. The red head was left trying to figure out what he said to upset his bushy haired friend.

Finally she had everything packed, wrapping the string of the sack that was caring all of her stuff around her hand, she grabbed her jacket and headed outside at a fast pace. Ron followed wondering what got into her.

"Hermione. Hermione! Wait!" He hissed grabbing her arm before she could get away, but it just made her grab her wand from her back pocket and hold it up. He took a step back and held both hands up.

"Hermione, I don't understand." He said slowly.

Her wand seemed to droop a little and after a minute she gave a laugh before pocketing it. "You don't really understand, do you?"

He gave her a questioning look and quickly looking toward the pond where Harry was – he didn't want him to see what was going on. Hermione clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"You're doing it again," she said, more to herself then him.

"Doing what?"

"Ron," Hermione said firmly but a range emotions crossed her face. He wasn't able to understand them all. Finally she sighed before giving him an easy smile.

"I just need to figure some things out, I need to check on my parents – make sure they are really safe. And – and find help. There has to be something out there that can help us."

"So you're coming back?"

"Yes," Hermione said, "I'll be back but right now I just need some time."

"Time for what?"

"You don't see it, but I do. It's always Harry," Hermione spoke softly, pocketing her wand. "It's just...ever since – ugh, never mind. Ron I wish you could see the way you look at him."

Ron sputtered at her words – was she saying - "Hermione?"

This time she laughed out loud, no tears, no sadness, nor anger, "Ron – you still have an emotional range of a teaspoon. You can't even see when you're in love!"

Ron's face turned bright red as he stuttered out something but she just giggled. She shook her head, curls falling in her face. Normally he would find it cute, he still did, in a different way – like how Ginny would wear a messy bun and get hair in her face when she was busy.

At that thought he took a sharp breath and Hermione gave him a sharp look. "Figured it out, have you?"

He gulped and slowly nodded his head, the pieces fitting into place in his head, before speaking, "You like me?"

Hermione gave him a sad smile before nodding her head, "Yes. I do, I like you a lot Ron. But it's nothing compared to how you feel about Harry."

Ron seemed to choke on air while blushing brightly. Hermione chuckled before walking over and giving him a hug.

"I can't do it Ron," she mumbled into his shoulder, "I like you – but I don't love you. Harry loves you though. And you love him."

Ron didn't think his face couldn't get any hotter until she pulled away. And gave him a knowing look. "Ron – do something about it. We don't know how long," she stopped to gulp before shaking her head, " - just do something about it. Confess, for the love of God. You both love each other! Do something about it before it's to late. I just don't...I can't see it right now. Like I said I like you and it hurts to see the two of you together because you two are just so...so perfect!"

Ron slowly wrapped his arms around her giving her a hug. "I think I get it," he said gruffly.

She pulled back and gave him a pat on the arm while giving him a sad smile. "Good. I just need to work on my feelings – thats all. Please tell him I'm not mad at him, I'm mad at myself. Plus -" she said suddenly giving him a wicked grin, "I don't wanna overhear the sex, you know? I think it would make things awkward."

Ron pulled away, face flaming, "HERMIONE!"

She laughed before giving him a wink, "I'll be back in a week or so, okay?"

With a 'pop' she was gone. And he felt his shoulders sag. Great – now what was he supposed to tell Harry? He slowly made his way to the pond and he spotted Harry sitting on a log, watching the water. He licked his lips as he watched Harry tuck some of his hair behind his ear.

He thought about everything that's happened in recent years and he could see how Hermione would think that. But still...it wasn't like it was true was it? He leaned against a tree and watched as Harry took his wand out, practicing some spells.

He thought it over and he could admit, Harry was rather good looking. He already liked those bright green eyes, the messy dark hair whenever the other man woke up. The way Harry blushed and laughed and – oh fucking hell.

He was in love.

He huffed and slapped a hand to his forehead. Trust Hermione to point it out for him. Maybe he really did have an emotional range of a teaspoon. He watched as Harry did spell work and crossed his arms over his chest. Hermione was making it sound like Harry loved him too. As much as the thought made him red.

The thought that Harry might have the same feelings as him made him giddy. What if the dark haired man did? All sorts of ideas where flowing through his mind. He would be the first gay, or at least bi-sexual, Weasley for a long time. If Harry loved him back what would he do? How would Hermione feel? What would Harry taste like?

With that last thought he licked his lip, staring at the pale man in front of the pond. He shook his head. Hermione said she would be gone for a week – at least. Determination seemed to build up in him and he stood straight. Hermione was the brightest witch of their generation. She would know it when she saw it and if she was wrong – well he could always wish the ground would swallow him whole.

Taking a deep breath he squared his shoulders and walked forward. It was time to use that courage he house was so fond of.

It was time to do something about his feelings about Harry.

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