I walk to Defence Against The Dark Arts, we have a new teacher, Professor Watkins, don't know what he's like, but any one is better then Snape. I am the first one there, so I just wait out side, but I am called in.
"Your a bit early," He smiles.
"Yeah, I got excused early for personal issues." I said quickly.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Ron Weasley." I say, "You've probably had all the teachers saying to watch out for me, report if I'm being a bit weird."
"Yeah, how did you know?" He laughed, "Your not supposed to no that."
"I have my ways." I smile, when Harry walks in with Hermione and some other Gryffindors.
"Go take your seats." Professor Watkins smile, and I walk over to Harry.
"We need to talk, after the lesson." I say, and he nods. I sit next to him, and get out my text book, and watch Harry do the same.
"Today, we are learning about Werewolves, and how to protect our selves from them." Professor Watkins start, and i sniffle a small laugh, and so does Harry.
"They'll be good for my nightmares." I whisper, and he laughs a little more.
"Something funny, Mr Weasley, and who is your friend?" I look at Harry, and bite my lip, "Or can I take a guess, Harry Potter." Harry nods. "Want to share what's so funny?"
"A mate of ours has nightmares about Werewolves, I just said this lesson would be handy for him." I say, and Harry smiles.
"Scary thing to have nightmares about." The professor smiles. "But when I'm talking i expect you to be quiet."
"Sorry sir." Me and Harry say in unison, the professor smiles at us, and continues the lesson, setting us a chapter of reading, and to write a report based on what we read.
Me and Harry walk up to the common room once the lesson is over as it is Lunch time, we continue up to the dorm room knowing that it would be empty as every one else would be in the hall for lunch, I sit next to Harry on his bed, and just stare at the floor for a minute.
"I wanted to talk to you because, i want you to know just how important you are to me." I begin, and he goes to talk, but i put my finger on his lips, "Just let me finish, Over the summer I've been scared to open up to people, but you've made it easy for me to talk to you and you didn't run away when i told you what was wrong, and you became my world everything else in my old world, my dad, my family are slowly being erased because all i seem to think about is you. And when you asked me today if i liked him, i slowly watched my new world break down, because you don't trust me, where I trust you with my life. And i want you to know, I do not like Draco Malfoy, not in a sexual way, I don't like him as a friend either, because to be honest, I don't know him, and I'm not searching to get to know him either. I am telling you this next part because I trust you, when I went to the toilet, Draco followed me, and he apologised for speaking about my dad, and he said I was lucky to have a father like him, and I let it slip about what my dad did, I didn't even realise I had said it till after, and I am only telling you this, because I love you and want to share everything with you, you just have to believe me that I do not have feelings for him." I said, and he just blinked.
"I don't trust him." Harry said.
"Do you trust me?"
"Course I do, with my life."
"Then you have to trust me that nothing will happen between me and him, because I am head over heels in love with you."
"You sure he wont say anything?"
"Not completely, I don't trust him, but he said he wouldn't, so I have to trust that." I say, and Harry smiles.
"I'm sorry for asking you, Its just, I love you so much, and me telling you was scary because I thought you would reject me. And now having you, I'm just scared its going to end." I kiss him on the lips, not knowing what else to say.
"Harry, I love you, and that will never change, but i just want you to know, I'm not ready for the next step of us,"
"I understand," He smiles.
"With everything with my dad, I just want to wait until I'm ready."
"Ron, I understand, I'm not going to rush you. As long as I can hold you, I'm happy." I fall into his arms, and he holds me kissing my for head, and brushing my hair out of my eyes.