A/N: Hi everyone, this is the second chapter. I hope you liked the first one. Please review!! I'm posting as fast as I can but you have to remember, I have to read over the story about three times before it's even semi-perfect. The last chapter probably had some flaws in it but I hope they didn't ruin the story for you. Oh and thank you all so much for the nice wishes for me to get better fast! That helped so much!!!! Thanks and please review!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sleeping Beauty or Harry Potter so please, please, don't sue me!!!

Setting: The kingdom of Ellia where Prince Ron lives.

Characters: Same as last chapter…no new ones added but remember that Rose is Hermione because he doesn't know her real name so he uses Rose instead.

Rating: G

Summary: Prince Ronald goes back to his castle after ambling around Hogsmeade for a while. When he gets back, his best friend Sir Harry interrogates him on, well, a lot of things. Enjoy!!

Sleeping Beauty-Harry Potter Style

Chapter 2

Prince Ronald had waited for an extra two hours, for no special reason of course, before going back to his castle in Ellia. He made himself sit on the brick wall of the well, convincing himself that he just wanted to see if anyone else would talk to him. Though he denied it he was truly waiting to see if Rose would come back out. She didn't return all day and he finally gave up. The two kingdoms were bordering each other so it wasn't a long walk and he got back in less then half an hour.

He arrived after lunch had been served. His father never went out to look for him. The king had decided long ago that since his son was a prince, he could take care of himself. He never thought there would be any probability that Ron might have been doing something other than questing or hunting (the usual princely activities). Though his father wasn't there to greet him, Ron's best friend, Sir Harry, was.

"What kept you so long?" Harry asked as Ron approached the huge entrance hall located in the castle.

"I was just wandering around." He responded nonchalantly.

"That's never the only thing you're doing. Something else must have gone on. You were out of here an hour after the sun came up and it's past noon now. Doesn't it get boring to wander around for such a long time?" Harry prodded. Ron ignored him and began to walk ahead. "Aww come on! You have to tell me something! I'm your best friend!"

"And that is supposed to have some effect on me?" Ron replied sarcastically over his shoulder, walking faster.

"You're down right rude sometimes Mr. High and Mighty! I am trying to be a loyal friend by making sure you didn't get your majestic behind into any trouble and this is the thanks I get? It's a wonder I still talk to you!"

"Oh stop complaining and I'll answer anything you want." They had reached Ron's private library, which he hardly ever used, and the two friends sat down. Sir Harry was ready to question his friend about where he was, one of his favorite activities.

"So…what took you so long? Did you meet that wizard you were looking for? Didn't you say he could rid the whole castle of spiders?"

"Yes, he can do that but the bloody man wasn't there so I gave up looking for him."

"That alone certainly didn't take seven hours!" Sir Harry hated when Ron insisted on beating around the bush with him. It never worked. Harry often found what he had been looking for either way. He didn't know why Ron wasted his time.

"I ate breakfast at the inn and I…" Ron stopped. He knew how his friend would take the meeting with Rose.

"And…"

"I talked to someone."

"Ah, now we are getting somewhere! Who was it? Anyone I know?"

"I doubt it."

"Was this mysterious person a maiden?"

"She was a peasant."

"Ah, so it was a girl." Harry smiled knowingly. "I was wondering when you would finally fall in love!" Ron shot a glare at Harry.

"I don't know what You're talking about! I am not in love with someone that I just met! I think you have been reading too many of these books." Ron grabbed a book off the shelf for emphasis, waving it in Harry's direction. "These really can pollute your mind you know? All these thoughts about love…it isn't healthy for you!"

"Oh Ronald…poor Ronald. You're in denial you know." Harry shook his head sadly and patted his friend on the back. "You're in denial and you have got it bad for her too. And, she's a peasant. You're in a bad situation. So this mystery girl, was she pretty?"

"Not particularly." Ron told his friend quickly, hoping that Harry wouldn't sense the awkwardness in his voice. Harry began to laugh because, though Ron didn't know it, his ears had begun to glow like hot coals.

"Ah, she was pretty. It's just too bad that she isn't a princess! Don't worry about that simple fact my royal friend. I'll help you sneak out to see her. What are best friends for anyway?"

"What?! I am not going to sneak out of here to see someone that I hardly met!" At the age of seventeen, he still hadn't learned to control his temper, or the changing his facial color. "You have to get over the idea that I'm in love with her. I can't be in love with her! It's impossible. I, Prince Ronald, will never ever let myself fall in love with anyone, especially a peasant and even more especially someone who I don't know. I've told you this before! Don't expect me ever to get married either."

"Just don't tell your father that. He'll be expecting an heir any time now." Harry told his friend jokingly.

"What?! I'm not even married! And we already discussed that subject."

"That's the duty of a prince. He probably already has someone picked out for you anyway so you won't even be able to marry uh, what is her name? You never told me."

"Rose. Er, Briar Rose and what do you mean father has probably already picked someone for me?"

"You have to face the facts Ron. You are a prince and easy marriage material. I'm sure every noble from as far as Luiza will be wanting to marry you. Your father must have made a match at birth. That is usually what happens with royal families…arranged marriages. Sorry to break it to you. I thought you weren't going to fall in love so why does it matter who you get married to?" Harry asked slyly.

"I am not going to fall in love but why do I have to be forced to marry some ugly hag if I have to chance to choose out of all these beautiful nobles?!"

"Calm down and ask your dad about it tonight. He'll probably tell you who she is and you can go see if she really is a hag or not. So this girl that you've fallen-I mean, met, what's her occupation? Is she anything royal?"

"She told me that she is a royal milkmaid."

"Well then, she is a royal! She's a royal milkmaid after all. That has to count for something."

"I suppose that's about as royal as she gets." Ron tried not to look sad but Harry caught the little frown. He decided not to mention it because the prince was angry already. "I had a good conversation with her." Ron began saying. "It was a big relief to be able to talk to someone without them acting differently because I'm a stupid prince. I usually don't get to do that with anyone."

"Oh is that right? What am I then? Diced dragon meat?"

"You are so picky…yes, I know I can talk to you but it was different because, I don't know. Maybe because-"

"She's a girl Ron. Everything's different with girls. Don't worry about it. I'm happy you've found someone you can have conversations with, besides me. We can't let your father hear about this. He would probably marry you off to the first princess who came to the door. It's a darn good thing you have me as a friend. You can go back to see her tomorrow. I'll go with you. You can visit her while she's milking. I'm sure she'd enjoy that surprise. Girls like that type of stuff. They fall head over heals for it! Flowers and all that stuff, they love it."

"I guess, but it doesn't matter if she likes it or not. I'm not trying to impress her! I don't have any feelings toward Rose. I enjoy talking to her and that's it." Harry rolled his eyes. He obviously didn't believe Ron.

"Just keep telling yourself that you want to be her friend and I'm sure those butterflies in your stomach will clear away immediately. Maybe you should bring her flowers tomorrow. She'd love that. You either have to do that or help milk the cows with her. She'd probably think that was fun. Think of it as your first day of courting her." Those were Harry's retreating comments. A second later he was out of the library leaving Ron behind to be very angry and very confused.

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That night, Ron had trouble sleeping. His so-called best friend had gotten him so worried about the next day that he continued to think about it. He wondered if he would get her in trouble with the king for bothering her during her work period. He didn't know much about chores and labor that the lower classes had to do.

He was also thinking a lot about what type of flowers she might want. He didn't know why this of all things was bothering him so late at night. He wasn't courting her like Harry had suggested so what did it matter if he got her flowers at all? But then, he thought back to when he had met Rose that afternoon, picturing her face and he knew he had to do something nice. He had to admit that he must have enjoyed her company a little more than was normal for someone who was just a friend and he loathed himself for even thinking of admitting it. She had been pretty, and very nice. He hadn't felt happier in any time of his life than when he was talking to Rose. He turned over in his sleep for the fiftieth time and sighed, hoping that the next day would go well.

A/N: I know you were all looking forward to a long chapter but I had to stop it here. I already have the next chapter planned out. I should be working on it ASAP. Sorry that this took so long and thanks for all the really great get well soon notes! They really lifted my spirits a lot! I'm off to work on the next chapter!

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