I seriously can't stop writing this story! Updates may start getting a bit slower because I'm reaching the end of the big chunk I've already written. I'm also writing a lot of other stuff. I have been thinking about writing another Harry x Ron story though. Ron and Harry have this total unbreakable bond going for them and, while reaching the second task of the tournament, I couldn't help but wonder if there could have been something there.
I normally write a lot of girl x girl stuff, but the thing about romance is that it's not that difficult to write, no matter the gender of the two lovers. So…yeah. Now when people tell me they can't write a girl x girl romance because they're not a lesbian, I shall refer to this fic and smile smugly.
I wonder if there was even a point to writing this note.
I do not own Harry Potter.
"Ron…you okay?" Harry asked later that night as he got back from his detention.
His face looked paler than normal.
"Yeah, just…" Ron began.
"Your hand." Harry's eyes caught the angry red marks on his skin. He got up from his bed and quickly made his way over to his boyfriend, taking his hand and studying the marks over.
I must not tell lies
"Did she do this?" Harry whispered darkly.
"It's nothing, Harr." Ron shook his head.
"It's not nothing!" Harry narrowed his eyes at him, "Come on…I think I can make something to help."
He quickly sat Ron on his bed and started looking through his trunk, pulling out his potions kit. He had some murtlap essence in here somewhere…
He started soaking it, then preparing it properly before placing it on Ron's lap.
"Put your hand in. I know it smells pretty rank, but it should ease the pain."
Ron did as he was told, holding the bowl with his other hand.
"I'm sorry."
Ron looked up at Harry suddenly.
"You got hurt…because of me…"
Ron shook his head,
"Harry, it's not your fault at all. It was my choice. Don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same in a heartbeat."
"But…"
Ron cupped his chin,
"Don't do anything rash. If you get hurt now, it wouldn't mean anything. That doesn't mean we'll let her get away with this though."
"Ron…" Harry whispered.
Their lips met, Harry's eyes closed as he savoured Ron's lips.
Harry drew away a moment, then kissed him again, a little more passionately. Ron gave a small moan.
"Harry…" he whispered, "We'll get caught."
"Yeah…" Harry said quietly.
He wanted to tell the world how much he loved Ron. How much he meant to him…But as things were now, that might only make things worse for them. The situation was already pretty bad as it was.
The ministry was doing all that it could to discredit and hurt Harry's reputation. Being in a relationship with another boy might make things even worse than it was.
The world had gone still.
There was nothing more than the darkness of Harry's section of the room and their breathing.
Ron kissed the top of his head.
"It's just a little scratch, right?"
Harry felt his face heat up,
"I…your hand needs to stay in that bowl. Just to be safe..."
Ron smiled,
"You're really cute."
Harry felt his face grow hotter.
It was hard for Ron to express his feelings right now. There was no telling who might be listening in.
They stayed there a while, until they were unable to keep their eyes open anymore and returned to their proper beds.
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"There's no way this is going to work." Ron shook his head as Harry pulled on Ron's shirt. He'd used a spell to make his hair blond.
Harry shrugged his shoulders as he pulled off his glasses, squinting a little before looking in the mirror and putting in his contact lenses.
"You want to tryout for the quidditch team, right? Go. Don't worry." Harry said, "I have a plan."
Ron looked doubtful.
Harry gave Ron a kiss,
"For luck. Now go."
"But you'll get hurt." Ron shook his head.
Harry sighed,
"Ron, you got hurt for me in the beginning, didn't you? It's one detention. You've survive three of them so far. I can survive one. You need to be on the team." Harry insisted, "I…I want to play with you. Please? Please?"
Ron winced.
It was the Bambi eyes.
He looked away, trying to fight down his blush,
"F-fine. B-but you're on the team too…"
"Don't worry about it." Harry insisted, "Just…do your best. Promise me."
"I…o-okay…" Ron murmured as Harry led him out.
Ron was a little dazed for a moment. He shook himself when Harry left. Running off.
"Damn those Bambi eyes." He murmured.
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Harry moved down the hall towards Umbridge's office, his face hidden by the baseball cap. He cast a noise charm by her door.
Umbridge came out and was immediately hit by a spell, turning her skin green.
She let out a shriek.
"Who are you!?" She demanded, "Detention!"
Harry cast leg-lock at her and started to run down the hall.
Umbridge got up and tried casting a spell at him, only for him to cast a shield. Harry cast a spell at one of the portraits, knocking it off the wall and causing it to scream.
The other portraits started shouting loudly.
Harry conjured up some birds, sending them at Umbridge.
Come on, Harry thought. Chase me! Come on…
He flicked another spell at the portraits who suddenly started chanting.
"The Ministry is run by morons! Umbitch is a toad!" over and over.
Umbridge's face was bright red.
"Get back here! Stupefy!"
The spell didn't hit. Harry danced out of the way and started running when he saw her coming after him.
"Professor Snape, stop that boy!" Umbridge shouted.
Shit. It had to be him!
Harry suddenly veered off into one of the classrooms before Snape could do anything. He opened the window with his wand and jumped out, slowing his fall with an arresto momentum.
Harry ran back into the school.
He needed the distraction to last just a little while longer.
Umbridge was running down the stairs. She was surprised when she came across the boy again mid-way. She could only see half his face due to the baseball cap.
Harry stuck out his tongue at her, then cast another leg-lock.
Umbridge let out a scream as she fell down part of the steps.
Crud, Harry thought, continuing his run. He veered away from her, knowing he needed to keep the distraction up a while yet. He ran back towards the doors, going outside.
"Get back here!" Umbridge shouted after him.
Harry conjured some toads, sending them in her direction.
Umbridge screamed as they jumped on her. Harry smirked, then pulled out something he'd bought from the twins.
Umbridge shrieked like a banshee as she was sunk into the ground.
A portable swamp.
Harry ran off, back around the school. He abandoned the baseball cap and pulled off the two shirts he was wearing. He put the shirt he'd been wearing overtop underneath, and then his own shirt on overtop. He waved his wand, changing his hair color back to black, then walked around the school casually.
That ought to keep Umbridge busy for a while, Harry thought, looking over at the struggling professor.
He was surprised at just how bad her aim was. None of her spells seemed to get close to him. She was also entirely predictable and slow.
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When Ron got back to the common room it took all of his strength not to pull Harry into a snog right there and then.
"I can't believe you did it." Ron said as they sat down on the couch together.
Harry gave him a smirk,
"You were willing to be tortured for me. I'm just sorry I got the fun job."
Ron snorted, then burst into laughter.
"You're the best, you know that?"
"I know." Harry said, uncharacteristically smug.
He'd never done anything like that before in his life. But his father had been a prankster. He figure he must have some talent for it.
"Well…I did find something. Something I thought you might like." Ron looked oddly shy, "Come with me?"
Ron got up and Harry got up as well, a bit intrigued by his boyfriend's behaviour.
Harry followed Ron out of Gryffindor tower, then up the stairs somewhere else. They were going further up…but away from where they had been.
Finally, they were on the seventh floor. Ron walked back and forth in front of a tapestry of some trolls doing ballet.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked him.
"I went to the kitchens and asked Dobby." Ron said, "After practice. If there was a secret room no one knew about in the castle. A place I could meet someone in secret. He showed me this place."
A door appeared on the wall opposite the tapestry.
Ron opened the door to a bedroom of sorts. It was incredibly large with a table a chairs, bookshelves, a fireplace.
They walked in together and Ron closed the door.
"This room becomes whatever you want it to become…and if we don't want anyone else to see it, no one else will.
"Ron…" Before Harry could continue, Ron had wrapped his arms around him, kissing him passionately.
Harry returned the kiss.
They could finally be together.
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The entire hall was alive with chatter over the boy who had 'attacked' Umbridge the previous night. Harry's idea had worked. No one seemed to suspect him. Ron hadn't been approached at all, thankfully. Of course, Hermione had no idea what Harry had done for Ron. No one knew and he planned on keeping it that way. When asked where he had been, Ron lied and said that he had told Harry the tryouts would be the next day since he'd been wanting to surprise him by making the team.
It was a good lie and no one could rebut it.
They'd created an alibi for each other.
Harry hadn't caused any trouble for Umbridge (to their knowledge). He hadn't spoken up even once. So, no one even thought to look at him as the culprit anyway.
That day, Harry had his first Arythmancy class.
"Harry?" Hermione was surprised, "Why are you here?"
"I transferred over." Harry said, knowing that this might be brought up.
Hermione furrowed her brow,
"Can you really just transfer over like that?"
"Yup." Harry said, "I took a placement test. To see if I was up to it." He pulled a letter out of the pockets of his robe.
Hermione gave him one more confused look before reading it over. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
"How did you place higher than me?" She wondered.
That shouldn't be possible. She was the best in her year.
Harry hummed,
"Ron made me take the test because…" There was a pause, "I was a bit of a math prodigy. In elementary. I was given the opportunity to take University level math classes but…my relatives turned all those chances down."
Hermione's eyes widened,
"You're…a genius?"
Harry felt his face heat up considerably,
"It's just math. That's…about the only thing I'm good at really…" He murmured.
"Then…why weren't you in Arythmancy before?" She wanted to know.
Harry shrugged his shoulders,
"I didn't want people to know about the whole thing. It drew a lot of attention back home and…well, it wasn't very good attention. I get enough attention at Hogwarts too, I don't need…that on top of it all."
Hermione wondered at that. Why hadn't she known? Why hadn't Harry told her?
"Ron knew?"
Harry shrugged,
"He caught me working out of one of my workbooks. He's been trying to get me into Arythmancy for the past few months really. I finally gave in."
Their professor came in. Professor Vector was a no-nonsense woman. A little like McGonagall, but younger and…dare Harry say it, stricter.
They were assigned a problem. A magical problem and Harry quickly got to work in solving it. He had it all figured out in less than a minute.
He exchanged his work with Hermione's to look over their answers.
Hermione looked at the equation Harry had used, a little startled. He'd figured it out far faster than she had…They'd gotten the same answer, but the route he'd taken to solve it was far shorter.
He really did know what he was doing…
They handed in their answers up at the front.
Vector went on to explain some more, then assigned them some homework.