"Warm Night at Hogwarts"

Chapter 1: Realization

Ron pulled a chair up to the table that Harry and Hermione were sitting at without making a sound. He slowly put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Eh, Hermione, can you help me with my muggle studies homework?"

Hermione turned around and let out a gasp. She reached her hand up and almost brought it down on Ron's face. She looked up into his blue green eyes and she began to blush. She knew that he should have never gotten into muggle studies, but the only reason that he sis was because his father worked at the ministry in the muggle artifacts section. She knew that deep down Ron wanted to be like his father, or to at least he liked by his father. Ron was always in the shadows behind Charley, Fred and George, and Percy. Although, with the recent events of Percy pushing his parents out of the loop and him following Cornelius Fudge's decisions, Ron became higher on the Weasley totem pole. Hermione smiled sheepishly at Ron and apologized profusely for almost hitting him. "Ah, excuse me Harry, but I am thinking that Ron must really need my help if he's actually coming over to ask me for it. But if you need more help with your parchment, then let me know. Ok Harry?"

Yeah, that will be fine Hermione." Harry replied as they started walking away. He sat there watching them. He was realizing how good of a friend Hermione was to them. But what he noticed even more than that, was how Ron's butt looked in his robes. He closed his eyes to think of one of his favorite memories.

(Harry's Memory)

Harry pulled his covers up closer to his chin because he didn't want to get out of bed. He didn't really want do to anything. He could see movement through his curtains. He noticed that Neville and Seamus were already done for the morning. He wondered who was moving around. He rolled over and closed his eyes trying to go back to sleep, but he was surprised by something hitting his bed and walking along it.;

"Dobby, I'm trying to get some sleep, can't this wait until morning?"

There was no answer. Harry turned his head back to the direction it was facing when he suddenly woke up and was surprised to see Hedwig standing on his bed with a box hanging from his mouth. Harry sat up and quickly retrieved it from his owl.

"Who who" was Hedwig's quick reply and with that he flew off through the curtains and then through the window back to the olwlery leaving a gap in Harry's curtains. He looked out through them and saw Ron standing up stretching. Harry turned his head away, but then quickly looked back. There was something odd about the way he looked. It hit Harry like a brick, Ron was naked. He slowly brought his hand up and closed his curtains just a little bit more so he could watch him without being caught. Ron started getting dressed in his robes, and he noticed that Ron didn't put on any undergarments.

"HARRY!"

Harry snapped back to reality before he could finish his memory. He saw Colin Creevey standing in front of him with his camera poised and ready. FLASH! "This will make a good picture for the Hogwarts Prophet."

"Uh Colin, what was that picture for?"

"Oh, sorry Harry, but we are doing articles on students who are having trouble getting all of their homework done and still being awake for classes. I saw you working on your parchment and that you fell asleep and thought that you would be the perfect example. Of course I got on of you while you were sleeping also, but I hope you don't mind. That's why I had to wake you up, so I can get you to tell me that it's ok to use this in the newspaper. It is ok right Harry?"

"Colin, calm down. Why do you want to use me for the picture?"

"Well Harry, you're the boy who lived. You're supposed to be the best wizard around and if you are having trouble with your homework, then what does that say for the rest of us regular wizards?"

"Colin, I am just a regular wizard." Harry threw his hands up in disgust, "how many times do I have to explain this to you? There is nothing special about me. Ok, so I lived through one of Voldemort's spells, but that doesn't make me anything special. Besides, it wasn't my magic that saved me, it was my mothers. The only I'm still alive is because she died saving me because she loved me. It's a special magic that we can't know yet."

Colin just stared at Harry. He didn't understand why Harry was going off into a tirade about he was still alive. He was beginning to open his mouth to say something, but he felt someone's hand on his shoulder and he was being pushed to the side.

He looked over to see someone a lot taller than him with red hair standing where he was just.

Harry looked up to see a very flushed and very sweaty Ron. He was panting like he had run around the school grounds quite a few times. "Harry, there you are!"

"Yeah Ron, I was trying to finish my Divination parchment but I guess I fell asleep because Colin took my picture."

"Colin took your picture because you were sleeping?" Ron asked secretly wishing that he could have been the one to wake Harry.

"It's a long story, but why are you looking for me?"

"Quidditch practice started half an hour ago mate."

"Oh crap!" Harry said while pushing his chair back. He looked at Ron with a look that said, 'how could you let me forget'. "What time is it Ron?"

"Bout quarter after seven." Ron replied after looking at the clock over one of the windows. "You'd better get your feet in gear if you want to make it in time."

Harry stood and slammed his fist on the table. He was mad at himself for falling asleep to begin with, then to find out that he had almost missed quidditch practice, that took the last piece out of the cake. He cursed himself under his breath and moved away from the table. He started running towards the stairs, then taking them two at a time.

Colin stood there staring at him wondering what had gotten him in such a fit. He knew that he almost missed quidditch, but a practice couldn't be that important could it?

Ron immediately started running after Harry. When he reached the boys bedroom he was surprised to see clothes thrown everywhere. "What are you doing Harry?"

"Looking for my quidditch robes. Do you know where I put them after our last practice?"

Ron stood there thinking for a few moments. He did remember where Harry threw his robes, but he didn't know if he could tell him, because then he have to explain why he knew that they were halfway under his bed. Ron closed his eyes to remember watching Harry undress and get into bed. He had to turn away from him quickly as to not be embarrassed. "They're under your bed Harry."

Harry quickly threw the skirting of his bed up and sure enough there were his practice robes. Harry secretly wondered how Ron knew that's where they were, but he decided not to say anything. He draped the robes over his shoulder and began walking to the door. He turned around to see Ron's arm moving, but he couldn't see what he was doing. "Ron, are you coming?"

Ron being startled at Harry's voice, jumped when he spoke. He had almost been caught. "Yeah Harry, right behind you." He breathed out a heavy sigh at the thought that formulated in his head from that phrase. He turned around and started walking after Harry. He tried to keep his distance to that way Harry couldn't talk to him about what he was doing in the room.

Harry noticed that Ron wasn't right up with him on the way to the field and he slowed down waiting for Ron to catch up. Finally he did catch up with him. "Ron, what's going on?"

"What do you mean mate?" Ron asked honestly.

"I mean why are you ignoring me all of the sudden? You act as if I don't exist half of the time, and the other half…well, I don't know what's going on."

"Harry, I have no clue what you're talking about. I have not been ignoring you. Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, is there something that you're hiding from me?"

"Are you asking me if I'm lying to you? How ridiculous is that Harry? You know that I wouldn't lie to you, so I don't know why you are assuming that I would do that."

Ron, I am not assuming that you would lie to me, in fact, I didn't say anything about lying, that was you. I just asked if you were hiding something from me."

Ron, getting angry enough that his face started to turn the same color as his hair, began to yell back. "Harry, that's bloody absurd. You're my best friend. You know that I tell you everything, so if I'm 'hiding' something from you, then you are assuming that I am lying to you because I don't keep secrets from you. And by the way, if I did keep a secret from you, it would be for a very good reason."

"What's a good enough reason to keep something from your b-"

"Oh, are the two boyfriends fighting?" Draco Malfoy had come into the alley way that the boys were taking on their way to the quidditch field.

"Who in the bloody hell said we were boyfriends?" Harry screamed.

"I said, that's who. And Potter, I can't believe that you would pick someone like Weasel to be with."

"And who do you thing that I should pick?"

Only the best and most good looking boy in this whole school. Me. Wait Potter, are you saying you're ga…"

"I'm not saying anything Draco."

"But what are you saying Malfoy?" Ron piped into the conversation.

"Leave your filthy face out of this Weasel. This is nothing to do with you."

"If you're saying that Harry and I are dating, than it has everything to do with me."

Draco ran up and got into Ron's face and gave him an evil smile. "It seems to me that you are taking an awful lot of offense to what I'm saying. So there must be some truth to it."

"Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall came striding into the alley way.

"Professor, Draco here was just explaining to us that we were…" Harry interrupted.

"Mr. Potter, I believe that I asked Mr. Malfoy the question, not you. Mr. Malfoy?"

"Well Professor, I was watching the Gryffindor team practice their quidditch and I noticed that Ron and Harry weren't there. So I was on my way to find them and let them know that they were missing their practice."

"Oh, is that so Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes, it is Professor."

"Well, my ears must need a good cleaning because that is not what I heard you telling them. And since you lied to me, Twenty Points from Slytherin."

Draco stormed off in the direction of his house, obviously to talk to Snape about what had just happened. All three of the Gryffindors stood exactly as they were until they heard the door open and then slam.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, I will not tolerate students making such remarks about someone because of who they wish to be with. It is their decision, but I must strongly advise you to keep certain things between yourselves and not to share them with the entire school."

"Professor, I have no clue what Draco was talking about. Harry and I are not together." Ron tried to defend them.

"Mr. Weasley, your personal life is no business of mine." Professor McGonagall said as she swished her robes and transformed into a cat. She was gone at that point.

"Well that was odd." Harry said to Ron trying to hide the blushing that he was so profusely doing.

"Ron strode off before Harry could ask him for a response. His goal was to get to the changing rooms before Harry could. Right now he couldn't see him. As he rounded the corner he wiped a tear from his eye.