Sorry its only a short one this week but I'm really busy, here goes. "Neville, Neville" called Ron hopeful that he would open his eyes any moment now, the sun was setting adding to the vivid redness of the blood, that splashed over Ron's hand when his tears hit the palm of his pale skin. His desperation was embodied in his speech as what originated as a whisper turned frantically into a yelp, his best friend was lying here with blood dripping from his head because he'd been too self-absorbed to notice when he needed him. Ron was just about to give up and let himself cave in under the weight of what he had done when a rustle of leaves grabbed his attention. He moved his eyes from Neville's pale face to the source of the noise and realised that Neville's left hand had moved slightly. Ron shifted his weight to sit down next to Neville and take his hand, he hadn't wished for something so hard in his life, he didn't know whether to cry or smile but somehow found himself doing both. Neville's eyelids began to flicker and Ron found himself overjoyed. "Neville," he said relieved and breathing deeply continued, "how are you? Does anything hurt? Shall I get someone?" "Its fine," said Neville, he was slightly alarmed to find himself in the forbidden forest lying on the floor but was incredibly relieved to find that it was Ron who had found him, "it's just a little cut, nothing to worry about." Neville tried to get up but Ron lifted him up so his head laid in Ron's lap, Ron felt an uncomfortable pain in his leg and then had a moment of great thanks to Snape which he could never have predicted. He remembered how they had made a stitch up serum, Ron couldn't reach to his pocket quick enough, he grabbed it and lifted Neville's head up massaging it into the cut at the back. Ron desperately hoped that for once he had made something correctly in potions but his fears were soon put at bay when Neville's head seemed to have repaired itself. He checked again with Neville about how he was feeling and he said he was fine but he was pretty grubby after being lying there for however long. Ron decided that he would sneak into the prefect's bathroom, he was sure he knew where it was after a lengthy conversation with Harry about how the bubbles were just right, but moaning Myrtle's presence was not. He helped Neville to his feet and took his arm so he could put it around his neck and help support him, Neville was clearly quite dazed after being out cold for hours and covered in mud. Now around 7 o' clock Ron took Neville up through the grounds and sneaked him into the school and up to the third floor, where he found the prefect's bathroom, locked it and sat Neville down before running the bath. Neville looked vacant in the chair evidently confused as to the goings on of the day and previous night. He couldn't help but admire Ron's muscles as he turned the stiff tap on, but he put these thoughts down to the knock on the head. The bath was nearly full and Ron instructed Neville to get undressed and get in so he did as he was told and slipped into the bath. Ron turned around and tried to avert his eyes, but a quick look in the mirror revealed Neville's muscular stomach. Ron went red and shuffled over to the chair to sit down before watching Neville intently to check if he was ok. The two boys sat in silence for five minutes before Neville began to talk. "Thank you so much for finding me, I don't know what would've happened otherwise, I just heard something coming then I tripped and that's all I can remember." "I'm glad I found you and I'm glad you're ok as well, I can't believe I was so awful to you. I was supposed to be your best friend and I was horrible just for the sake of a girl." "Are we though?" "Are we what?" questioned Ron worriedly. "Best friends?" "I'm so sorry for what I did, of course we are, I never meant for…" Neville interrupted Ron "No I don't mean it in that way," the bump had obviously done Neville some good as he was acting very smoothly, it was Ron who was the jittery mess, "don't think I didn't see you earlier, well placed mirrors". Ron couldn't contain his embarrassment and his face went so red he looked like he was going to explode. It was only worse when Neville beckoned him over, Ron shuffled nervously to the bath where Neville proceeded to grab his jumper and pull him in the water. "What did you do that for" said Ron gruffly as he resurfaced looking like a drowned ginger rat. "You looked a bit hot that's all" "Hot eh?" said Ron regaining confidence and winking at Neville. Barely a second had passed and Neville grabbed Ron's shirt and kissed him roughly, it was well overdue and both of the boys struggled for dominance until they parted shortly after grinning and laughing at each other. The night was to pass with similar antics until the boys snuck back into their dormitories in the late hours being careful not to wake the rest of the school. Successful in their attempt it appeared that everyone's days had passed well and as the hours ticked by until the last Sunday of the year at school arrived and the sun rose bringing with it another day of excitement and frivolity.