Disclaimer: I barely have enough money to pay for my own ramen expenses, much less Naruto's, so no I don't own Naru...what? What do you mean it's the wrong story? Heh, oh. Ivysnowe and Racheesi do not own Harry Potter or anyone else related in any way to that series of books. What a cruel cruel world, yeah!

Warning: This fic contains SLASH and that to rach and I means BOYS LOVE! So, you don't like it, escort yourself away, yeah!

Blaise jerked up from his relaxed position on the bed, his sleep interrupted by a loud crashing noise from outside his bedroom and a door slamming a short distance away. Hermione scrambled up as well, her bleary eyes automatically going to the now open doorway. They shared a look and went to investigate.

"What the hell was that?" Blaise questioned.

"I have no idea." replied Hermione as the two of them pushed the door open wider. What they saw caused them confusion that became a growing horror as realization dawned on them.

"Harry. He had to have been bringing you breakfast, but something must have happened to surprise him. What was it though?" the bushy haired girl wondered aloud.

Blaise mournfully shut his eyes, and spoke.

"I know. He saw us, sleeping on my bed and I bet he thought something more was going on. Oh, Merlin, he thinks we're…"

"Oh, no. That's horrible! Come on, we have to go tell him nothing happened." Hermione nearly shrieked.

"Yeah, I don't…I don't want him to be upset with me."

The two made their way down the hall, and knocked on the door to Harry's room.

"Harry, open up! We need to speak with you! Please open the door. Harry, nothing's going on! Please, answer us." They tried to coax him out and get some sort of answer but all they received was Harry's silence and a shout from Mrs. Weasley to keep it down.

"Hermione, what are we going to do? Harry thinks that the two of us are together and that's the last thing I want for him to think!" Blaise worried, the two once again ensconced in his room, "I need to talk to him. It's been days and one of us finally gets the nerve to talk to the other and this happens. I can't take it anymore! We need to talk damnit!"

"I know," she replied in a hushed voice, "But he's got to be feeling hurt right now-"

"Well, if he'd just speak to me and let me explain!" Blaise interrupted, but quieted under Hermione's frown. She really didn't like to be interrupted while she was in lecture mode. Or any mode, really.

"As I was saying, he's got to be feeling hurt right now, but sooner or later he'll need to come out of that room. Sooner, if Mrs. Weasley has anything to do with it. You just have to wait for a little bit to explain."

"But that's just it Hermione, I have been waiting! For ages, and I don't think I can wait any longer. If this keeps going on and hanging over our heads, then once we get to Hogwarts we'll never get the chance to talk again! I'll be back in Slytherin, buried deep beneath the castle and you Gryffindors will be high above us in your tower. This can't wait any more!" Blaise exploded.

"It will be difficult, back at school, but I don't think Harry will just forget about you." Hermione tried to soothe.

"Yeah, well, there's thousands upon thousands of places to hide in the castle, especially for him, and he can avoid me for the rest of our school careers if he puts his, albeit less witty than my own, mind to it." He returned wryly, shooting her not quite optimism down.

"You could always corner him in the Great Hall."

"I'm sure a confession of this type would go down real well during breakfast. I can see it now. 'Hey Harry, fancy meeting you here. Just wanted to let you know, I want you bad, and if you could, I'd want you to bear my children. Just a thought. I'm sure Snape could whip up a potion. So, what say you?' Yeah, that'd go great whilst someone was eating their eggs and toast." was his reply.

"I doubt Snape would want to make a potion granting a pregnancy that would create another Potter to torture him. He's pretty against impregnating Potters." A voice interrupted.

"Now, us on the other hand, I'm sure we could think something up. Perhaps in a light mint flavor? Does Harry even like mint?" A second, identical voice stated. By now, Blaise and Hermione, mortified and reasonably entertained respectively, were caught by the interruption.

"But, Blaise, why does Harry need to carry the kids? Why couldn't you have Harry's children?" George asked, for that was who caused the first interruption.

"I don't do swollen ankles." Was the first thing the Italian teen blurted, thus causing a startled silence which was broken by the second mysterious voice.

"He does have a point there. A vaguely disturbing and quickly thought out point, but a point none the less. He's probably thought about it before." Fred nodded sagely.

"About what? How he'd look if he somehow got pregnant? Kind of an odd thing for a guy to think about Blaise. Methinks someone has issues." George said his tone mock-serious.

Hermione could only watch in horrified awe. And amusement, there was definitely laughter in her eyes, Blaise was sure of it.

"So, I gather that we can throw that 'Blaise is gay and wants Harry' party now, yeah?" Fred asked.

"Well, we were going to have the party anyway, but just call it the 'Secret Happy Fun Time' party while pointing and laughing at the two of them." His twin responded, smirking at the steadily growing blush on Blaise.

"Yes, well, you can't actually have a party if one of the…guests of honor doesn't come out of his room." Hermione stated matter-of-factly, trying to end her friends suffering, not realizing that this topic wasn't all that spectacular either. Hermione's quick like that.

Blaise's face fell.

"She's got a point. He doesn't want to talk to me."

"And exactly-" Fred.

"How is that-" George.

"Any different from-" Fred.

"The past few days?" Surround sound.

"We think Harry was going to come in here to speak with Blaise earlier, but he walked in to find the two of us asleep on Blaise's bed. He got the wrong idea and hasn't left his room since." Hermione winced.

"Ah, Harry, so naïve and unable to get just how much Blaise likes him."

"If he were any more clueless he'd be Ron." George replied, only to add quietly to Fred, "And Hermione would be Blaise."

"Well, George-ier, I think we should leave these two to plot and plan on how to smarten up our little Harrykins."

"Indeed, Fred-liest, besides, we need to cook up a minty new concoction."

"Right-o, Twin One, let's be off."

"Post haste, Twin Two. And so, we bid you both-"

"Adieu."

With that, the Terribly Twinly left the room in identical near silent 'cracks' of apparition, clueing those left behind in on how they had gotten into the room in the first place. Hermione broke the deafening silence left in their wake.

"I figured those two would have a more flamboyant exit. So, are we going to plot and plan, like the twins subtly suggested?"

"Of course! Who better to plot and plan than a smart Gryffindor and a sneaky Slytherin?"

"Fred and George?"

"You couldn't let me have my moment, could you?"

"No, not really."

"Wench."

"Blaise-y bear."

"That's just cruel."

As this absurd conversation was happening, the one with eyes as green as fresh pickled toad happened to be moping about in his room.

Not an unusual occurance for the Wizarding Worlds Saviour, to tell you the truth. But when one is destined to save the world from a mad man with seriously disturbing defaults, a face like the belly of an angry slug, and a plan to blanket the world (and so far only Riddle Manor) in an all emcompassing darkness and pain, one is allowed these moments of indulgence. Too bad no one else agreed with this. Anyway, back with Harry.

Said, teenage wizard was upset and feeling hurt. The one he had decided to show true affection and perhaps love for had been happily asleep with one of his best friends. Not just asleep, but cuddling.

This was a problem for Harry.

As such, when said miscreants tried to force him out, he disregarded them, feeling no need to be subjected to their displays of affection that were sure to follow the opening of the door. He knew it was selfish, but he didn't want to see them in their new relationship. Maybe after he picked up his broken emotions and donned his 'Harry the Good Guy Mask' he could go out there, but for now, he wanted to be alone.

Harry wandered over to his bed and curled up with his knees hugged to his chest and a blanket pulled over him tightly, this behaviour a remnant of his childhood under the stairs. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, and and let out a silent sob, his fist trying to muffle the sounds. Slowly, ever so slowly, tears fell from his normally vibrant eyes, and stained his pillow. Silent sobs racked his body, not a sound was released. His 'Dursley Training' still ingrained into him after all these years. Once again, Harry Potter wept, silent and alone.

A/N: I know, right? Kind of depressing. As it is, rach didn't get to read the whole chapter, and I'm sure it'll probably bring her down when she does. About the wait, not cool, right? Well, I got a promotion, rach is once again back at school with band and other stuff. Honestly, I think today was the first time we actually conversated in weeks if not a month or so. Remember, we live with two timezones between us. So, anyway, new chapter, yeah! I'm happy with it, yeah! Art is a bang! Heh, a cookie if you get where that is from. Ja ne, Ivy.