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Ch.4

Harry returned to his room and sat on the bed. Everyone was still sleeping peacefully and didn't notice as he opened and closed the door. The sun was already low in the sky and cast an orange glow through the dark room. A loud ringing sounded from nowhere twice, signaling the start of everyone's day. The boys around him rose groggily and climbed from their beds. Some headed to the bathroom with their toothbrushes an washcloths while others started undressing and getting changed. Ron looked up at the already dressed Harry and smiled as he took of his pajama shirt, revealing his muscles. Harry thought he was blushing and looked out the window.

Ron said, "It looks like someone's been up early. Whats up Harry?"

"Nothing much Ron."

When everyone had gotten ready, they headed down to the great hall as a group. Harry kept Ron in the back of the crowd so they could talk. After everyone had gone through the portrait hole in front of them, Harry grabbed Ron's arm and kept him in place as it closed.

"Hey, what did you do that for?"

"I needed to talk to you."

"And you couldn't talk to me as we walked or at breakfast?"

Harry crossed his arms and turned his head away," I needed to talk to you alone."

Ron frowned and sighed," Fine then we might as well take a seat."

They walked over to a table in the corner and sat across from each other.

"What is it that you..."

"You went to Dumbledore."

"I felt like I had to Harry. You were acting differently and you weren't talking. You weren't eating and you spent a lot of time to yourself. Nothing I was saying was getting through to you, and I got worried. So I went to Dumbledore for advice. You were my best mate and I didn't want anything to happen to you. What was wrong? What is wrong?"

"I... can't tell you. You wouldn't understand."

"How do you know that! Can you please try to talk to me for once! I shouldn't have to do all the work here!"

Harry looked away. His hands were folded on the table and he could feel them sweating. A bead of sweat rolled down his face next to his ear.

"Harry!"

"I cant tell you, okay! I don't even know how to really explain it to myself! Dumbledore tried to help me, but... I just cant tell you!"

"Then why would you hold me back to talk if you're not going to talk!?"

There was silence between them. Slowly, ever so slowly, Ron reached out his hands and folded Harry's clammy ones into his.

"I have been your friend for a long time. I don't know what you're dealing with, but I want to. Why can't you trust me?"

Harry could hear the hurt in his voice," If I told you. You might hate me or even try to get as far from me as possible."

"Try... Please."

Harry took a deep breath ," I... I... Like you, Ron. A lot. I guess you could say... I love you."

Ron was silent. His head was down so Harry couldnt see his eyes. He gripped Harry's hands extremely tight, it almost hurt.

"Ron, please look at me. I cant deal with this anymore. You told me to trust you and I did. Please don't abandon me."

Ron's shoulders trembled and a tear drop hit the table.

"Ron?"

"I would never abandon you Harry."

Ron lowered his body to the table and gently kissed Harry's hand.

"Never."

He looked up at Harry. His cheeks were red and tears streaked his face.

"Ive waited a long time, Harry. A long time. I knew we were friends, but... I wanted something else, something more. I didnt want to break the bond we had, so I stayed quiet, but I needed you Harry, and now I can have you."

Harry was shocked," Are you saying..."

"Yes I am. I love you Harry Potter and I know that you feel the same now."

They sat there at the table in the dark corner holding hands for a while. Neither wanted to break the spell that had settled over them. It was Harry who eventually spoke first.

"So what are we going to do. We cant exactly just tell everyone of show everyone."

"We should talk to Dumbledore, together."

"What should we do now?"

"We should go to breakfast before Hermione comes looking for us."

"Speaking of Hermione, All this time I thought you had a thing for her."

"In the beginning, I did, but when I saw you in your quidditch uniform, " Ron whistled, " I fell down the rabbit hole and there was no climbing out."

"You've liked me that long?"

"Yea, that long." Ron smiled, " lets go to breakfast."

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