That night, Harry and Ron sneak out of the common room.
"Where should we go?" asked Ron.
"Somewhere private" was the cheeky reply.
"How about the Quidditch changing rooms?" Ron whispered. Harry nodded, so they made their way down to the changing room. When they got there, Ron threw off the cloak.
"Finally" he said, and then kissed Harry grinned and kissed back. Ron broke away and started to kiss Harry's neck. Harry groaned, arching his neck to expose more skin. Harry sank to the floor, Ron following him. Ron worked his way to Harry's chest. His hands explored everywhere. Ron stopped at Harry's groin, at which the owner gave a shocked, pleasured gasp. Ron looked up. Harry was blushing. Ron smiled at the reaction and started to undo Harry's shirt. Ron worked himself up and kissed Harry again. Their tongues explored each other's mouth. Harry ran his fingers through Ron's soft hair and then started to unbutton Ron's shirt. Harry felt his chest, it was warm and strong.
They broke apart and Harry looked into Ron's eyes, which were staring in his. A small smile was on Ron's face as he gently rubbed his nose with Harry's. Very suddenly, the dead Ron flashed in front of Harry's eyes, and then disappeared. Harry's scar let out a dull stinging.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked as Harry looked away.
"Yeh" Harry nodded and looked at him again. Ron looked puzzled. "Hermione asked who you were going out with today" Harry said, thinking back to this morning.
"You didn't tell her?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head. "We're not really going out, not officially" Ron said. Harry frowned.
"No, we just like snogging each other" Harry said.
"That's not what I meant" Ron sighed.
"I know" Harry said, leaning against him. Ron gently stroked his hair. Harry let out a silent sigh. He loved Ron's touch. It felt safe and firm. Harry looked up at him and slowly kissed him again. The wet of his lips and tongue felt wonderful. Right.
Hermione and Fred were also doing their own sneaking out.
"We could really do with the Marauder's Map right now" Fred said as they hide behind a tapestry to hide from Mrs Norris.
"Why don't you summon it?" Hermione suggested.
"Good idea" Fred smiled, and then held out his wand.
"Accio Marauder's Map" Nothing happened for a minute, but then they heard a whoosh and the map came soaring towards them, and hit Fred in the head. Fred fall over and Hermione doubled over in laughter. Fred got up and covered her mouth.
"Shhh" he whispered, but Hermione couldn't so he had to do the silencing spell on her. He picked up the map and scanned it. His eyes opened in shock.
"What?" Hermione said, but no sound came out. Fred pointed to the changing room. It said in small letters, 'Harry' and 'Ron'.
"Should we check it out?" Fred asked, eager for some adventure. Hermione nodded.
So they walked down to the changing room. Once outside, Fred put his finger to his lips, which Hermione respond by rolling her eyes, as he still had not took off the silencing spell. Fred quietly opened the door and then stopped. Hermione looked in, and gasped, silently.
Harry and Ron where in a tight embrace, kissing fiercely, tongue and all. Ron looked up and gasped, pushing Harry off him.
"Fred….please….it's not what it….don't tell anyone!" Ron begged. Fred just stood there, shocked. He didn't seem to be able to say anything. Hermione stood there, opened mouthed at them. Harry and Ron were both blushing, and looked scared and embarrassed. Harry was slightly amazed that Fred was speechless for once though. Hermione never dreamed, or even thought it a possibility, that they would kiss. It was unthinkable.
"F…Fred?" Ron asked, looking at his older brother. Fred blinked and then shook his head.
"I need to think about this" he said, then walked off slowly. Ron bushed his head against a bench. Harry grabbed him and pulled him back. Ron pulled away and walked after Fred. Harry wanted to run after him, to let him know it was all ok, but he couldn't because of his leg. He hopped up to Hermione. She started to jump up and down, waving her arms around, mouthing something and pointing to her mouth. No sound came out. Harry frowned. Hermione pointed to her wand and then to her mouth. Harry realised. Fed must have silence her, so Harry did the counter spell.
"Oh. My. God. Harry!" she cried when he released her from the spell. Harry glared at her.
"I'm sorry but….you….him….how?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged and said,
"You can't help who you fall in love with" Harry realised what he had just said. Was he in love with Ron?
"Is that what you meant, the night you found me and Fred?" Hermione asked.
"No, we didn't actual kiss until that night" Harry told her "It was to comfort him" Harry felt himself blush again. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" he asked.
"What kind of friend do you take me for, I'm not Lavender and Parvati you know" Hermione said, "It's just…weird"
"You know now how I felt when I saw you and Fred" Harry told her. Hermione frowned.
"That's different, I'm not a-"
"-boy? So what, who cares?" Harry snarled. He got up and hopped out, leaving Hermione behind.
When he got to the dormitory, he got changed and hopped over to Ron's bed. Ron was lying away from him.
"Are you ok?" Harry whispered. Ron didn't answer, so Harry got into his own bed and laid down. Harry tried to get to sleep, and did after a while. He couldn't believe what he had kind of told Hermione, that he was in love with Ron. That was mad, wasn't it? How could he love Ron? It's impossible.
At the start of this year, he had fancied Cho like mad, and now he was snogging Ron. It made no sense. He needed advice. But who from? Who could he tell? Harry was thinking all this while he drafter off to sleep.
Ron's cold dead eyes stared into his, as the green light faded.
"Ron!!" Harry shouted, sitting up in bed.
"You ok, mate?" Dean asked him. Harry nodded, and got up, rubbing his wet eyes. Ron had already left the room. Harry got dressed and made his way slowly down to the Great Hall.
He was unfortunately met by the sight of Malfoy miming following off a broom. Harry snarled, and made his way to the Gryffindor table.
"Potter, where were the dementors this time?" Malfoy yelled, and the Slytherins burst out laughing. Harry ignored them and sat down opposite Ron.
"Morning" Harry said, starting to grab everything in sight.
"Morning" Ron said back. He didn't even look up. Harry started to nimble it. Draco was miming him fallowing again, with arms and legs flying everywhere. Ron was watching.
"You know, you didn't fall like that at all, it was quite graceful" Ron told him, absentmindedly. Harry laughed.
"Potions first, Snape is going to give you hell" Ron said.
"You'll think he'll give me a break sometime, wouldn't you?" Harry replied.
And Ron was right. As soon as Snape opened his Dungeon door, he said,
"Potter, how nice of you to join us, since you missed yesterday's lesson, 5 points from Gryffindor" Snape smiled as Harry glared at him, but Harry knew better then to answer back. That, however, did not stop him from thinking up the worst possible names for the greasy haired git that would James and Sirius proud.
Luckily, the other teachers were okay about Harry's absences, part from Umbridge of course.
"Dear, dear Mr Potter, you will have to chance up with the work in your own time, so I say you should come back here at 6 o'clock tonight to do it" she said, with her wide, toad like smile. Hermione couldn't look at Harry or Ron all day. She either felt guilty, or embarrassed. However, at the end of the day, she came up to Harry and said,
"I'm sorry for what I said" Harry sighed, and said,
"It's ok, I guess it was a bit weird"
After a detention, another stupid remark from Malfoy and falling down the stairs after another shot of pain up his leg, Harry collapsed onto the bed. He shut his eyes, letting out a slow breath. Ron came in and walked to his bed. Harry opened his eyes and walked him. Ron had talked to him today, but he couldn't even look at Hermione or Fred.
"Are you ok? After last night?" Harry asked. Ron didn't say anything. Harry hopped over to him and sat down beside him.
"It's going to be alright" Harry said. He went to put his hand on Ron's, but Ron pulled his hand away. Harry felt hurt.
"No, it's not, this…this is not right" Ron told him.
"What's so not right about it?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"I don't know, it…it just isn't"
"But, it was right before" Harry told him, slightly angry.
"I…you don't get it, Weasley's aren't…..aren't…."
"Gay?" Harry finished for him. Ron fidgeted, uncomfortably. Harry didn't understand. They had enjoyed it, hadn't they? Maybe that was all it was, a bit of fun, but nothing more.
"I think…I think we should forget all about it" Ron told Harry.
"I can't, Ron….God damn it….I….I love you!" Harry yelled, and then widened his eyes at what he had just said. He bit his lip. Ron looked at him with wide eyes and then stood up. He looked like he was going to say something, but shook his head instead and left the room. Harry watched him go and then slammed his head down into his hands.
You're so stupid! He told himself. Harry could have hit himself. What made him say that? Did that mean he really love Ron? Endless questions, with no answers.
Harry decided to go to bed, but didn't go to sleep. Neville came in and went to sleep, his snores echoing around the room. Then Dean and Seamus. Ron came back at about midnight, came in, not saying a word to Harry. Harry closed his eyes, and wanted for sleep to surround him.
In the morning, Ron wouldn't talk to Harry, and sat with Seamus and Dean. Harry sat next to Hermione, and stared at his porridge.
"What happened to you and Ron?" Hermione asked. Harry didn't say anything. Hermione guessed he didn't want to talk about it and turned back to her breakfast. Harry looked up at her and asked,
"Have you or Fred told each other you love each other?" Hermione looked up, shocked at such a question.
"Erm….not really, no….why?" she replied. He shrugged.
"I just wondered if everyone runs away when someone else tells them that they love them" Harry sighed, as Hermione gasped.
"Isn't love a bit much?" she asked.
"I…I don't know" Harry said, "Ron wanted to forget it all, but…..but I can't" Harry out his head in his hands, "I'm so stupid" Harry said more to himself then Hermione. Hermione choose not to say anything.
For the rest of the day, Ron avoided Harry. Harry was reminded a little of when he had just been made a Triwizard Champion and Ron would not talk to him.
That night, Harry waited in their Dormitory for Ron to come in. However, Ron didn't. Seamus, Dean and Neville came in late and fall asleep, but Ron did not. Harry went down to the common room and find Ron sating at the fire.
"Ron, we need to talk" Harry said as Ron looked up.
"What about?" Ron asked, casually.
"Look, I can just forget it, when I said that….that I loved you…I was….I don't know…confused about my feelings…but it does not matter because you are my best friend….and I don't want to mess up our friendship" Harry said. Ron looked at him.
"So you can just forget about it all and pretend it didn't happened?" Ron asked. Harry took a sharp breath and then nodded. Ron looked at the fire and then said,
"I think it is for the best" Ron said, piecing Harry's heart. Ron stood up.
"Goodnight" he muttered and the left, leaving Harry. He stared after Ron and found himself fighting back tears. He looked away as Ron disappeared. The last bits of ash were cooling, the light going out.
It was over. Their relationship had ended, like the dying flames.
Wow! It is finally finished. I'm so glad, as this took forever. There is a sequel, but I don't know when I will get time to type it up. Please review, flames welcome, but nothing too harsh.
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