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Thanks to kitty minky, AlexaR, oxDOXYxo, and Rebel Rikki.

Rebel Rikki: I know Parker seems like she's just leading Ron and Malfoy on, but this chapter and chapter 7 should clear things up.

Note: Parker and Morgan are NOT MarySues. I know they may seem that way, but they're not.

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Ron sighed and stretched. He REALLY did not like going into the Forbidden Forest, but it had been fun. A bit. Now, lying back in his bed in the dorm, he stared at the ceiling, which was turning pink with the rising sun, pink like cherry juice.

Cherries.

Ron remembered the cherry stem incident a few days ago. He had kissed Parker.

She had been worried about Malfoy. But he wanted so much to prove to her that he was better that he hardly listened and just straight-away kissed her.

He could've kicked himself now. But she had seemed happy enough when the kiss was over. And she seemed warmer toward him in the past few weeks.

He mentally shrugged and pulled himself out of bed, got dressed, and left the dorm without waking anyone. He wanted to talk to Parker, but, knowing he couldn't enter the girls' dormitories, he would just have to wait until she got up. It probably wouldn't be long; Parker was an early-riser.

He was right. As he entered the common room he caught a flash of silver-blonde hair and heard the rustle of robes. Then he heard the portrait swing open and knew she had left, presumably for breakfast. He followed.

He saw her heading around the corner and called, "Parker!"

She poked her head around the corner and grinned. "Morning, Ron," she said. "You going to the Great Hall too?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you," Ron said, a little uncomfortable.

"What about?" Parker asked as Ron fell in step beside her.

"About....us," he said quietly as they entered the Great Hall. They grabbed some toast and headed out to the lake.

"What I mean is, after that kiss, where do we stand?" he said, sitting by lake. "Are we still friends or are we...." He broke off, remembering that Parker had kissed Malfoy too.

Parker stared at him, twirling a cherry stem with her teeth. She spit it out onto the grass and replied, "What do you think?"

Ron was silent.

"Are you upset that I kissed Dra--Malfoy?" Parker asked, catching herself and saying Malfoy instead of Draco.

Ron was shocked. The only timed he had ever heard Parker called Malfoy by his first name was when they were younger. He quickly shook his head, telling himself that those days were over.

"No, I'm not upset," he assured her. Because you've kissed him plenty of times when we were kids.

Parker drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, still looking at him. "What are you thinking?" she asked.

Ron stared off into space and replied, "I don't know. It's all so confusing."

Parker nodded. "I know," she said sympathetically. "I mean, you, and me, and Malfoy used to be such good friends when we were little...."

"And now that we're not, it's so awkward," Ron finished.

"Well, do you consider us boyfriend and girlfriend?" Parker asked, staring intently at her friend.

"I want to say something, but I don't want it to be the wrong thing," he said, treading on thin ice over the question.

"Just tell me," Parker said gently. "You know me, I won't poke fun at your decision."

Ron took a deep breath and said, "I think I'll just show you." Then, cupping one of her pale cheeks in his hand, he pulled her into a gentle kiss, just as passionate as the one he had given her before.

When they had pulled apart, Parker smiled and said, "You do."

Ron shrugged and gave her a lopsided grin. "What can I say? I'm a Weasley."

Parker laughed, a merry sound that could brighten even the dampest of spirits, and said, "Oh yeah? Well I'm a Silverson." As she kissed him she thought, And I choose you.

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Okay, I know, it wasn't as long as they other two, and it was a little corny, but I think it was sweet. And if you're wondering about the Ron/Parker/Draco friendship, just ask and I'll post the story I wrote about it. I came up with it after reading Faded Constellations.

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