Sorry this took so long to update. I just wasn't able to write anything
that worked. Absolute, total, horrible, writer's block. So, I put it
aside and started working on my other story, 'What Can You Say.' Give it a
look too, huh? I nearly wore out my backspace button on this one, though.
I still don't know if it is good enough, but I decided to go ahead and put
it up. Tell me what you think. All disclaimers still apply. I'm not JK,
I'm poor. Reviews are always welcome. Good karma and all
As we left our favorite characters so very long ago, Ron was pining away by the lakeside and Harry had just had a little run-in with professor Dumbledore. Time passed with Ron hardly noticing. He had been sitting by the lake now for probably half an hour. Many thoughts had been flying through his mind, most of them about Harry, and a growing number about how his extremities were going numb.
With a sigh, he got to his feet and headed back toward the castle as the snow began to fall heavily again. When he finally reached the iron door, he glanced back and could just barely make out the lake through all the snow. Ron sullenly trudged through the castle and just started wandering down hallways. He was slowly becoming more and more sure that Harry knew his feelings. "He could have been in the room the whole time," he said to a suit of armor as he walked past. "He heard me and he doesn't want to ever see me again. I don't know if I blame him, either." Ron walked on, mindlessly walking down corridors, becoming slowly but surely convinced that Harry hated him.
Eventually he headed back to Gryffindor tower and went in. After he changed out of his wet clothes, Ron pulled up a large chair close to the fire and grabbed a huge blanket. He curled up low in the chair and quietly sobbed himself to sleep.
Harry flew out to the lake like a boy afire. The snow was now so heavy that he nearly slammed into trees on two occasions in his reckless haste. Harry skidded to a stop at the banks and looked everywhere for the red flash of Ron's hair amongst the falling snow.
"Ron!!" he called. "Ron!" he looked up and down the water's edge and saw nothing but the falling snow. "Oh Ron, where have you gone?" Harry asked as he slowly went back up the slope to the castle. Hoping that Ron had gone to the Great Hall to catch an early dinner, Harry headed there. Unfortunately, he had no luck.
Sad, Harry turned and walked back to the tower. He was in a stupor. First, his best friend had voiced his love for him and he'd said nothing. Second, he was sure in his heart that he felt the same for him. Where the bloody hell was he?
Harry stepped into the common room as short while later and walked past the fire without giving it a second glance. He walked up to the dormitories to change out of his wet robes. As he stepped in, he saw Ron's robes laying on the floor by the redhead's bed. He picked them up and held them close for a moment. "Ron.." he said as a single tear rolled from his left eye. He neatly set the robe back on the floor and started to change.
He had nearly finished donning his dry and warm clothes when he suddenly fell backwards into his mind. He saw all the times that Ron and he had been together, all the good moments they'd shared as friends. Looking back, he saw that there was more to it than friendship. There was love. He hadn't known it was love then, hadn't known what it was at all, so he'd simply buried the feelings. When the switch had been thrown earlier that day, he felt the same feelings that he could remember feeling then.
"All this time," he said as he finished pulling on his robe. He pushed his hair out of his face and set out to find the redhead now. He was heading to the door when he thought he heard a very quiet sound coming from one of the chairs by the fireplace. He approached and saw Ron curled up in a blanket-covered ball. His eyes were closed, but obviously tear- swollen.
"Wake up, Ron," Harry said softly, shaking the sleeping boy's shoulder lightly. Ron turned a little and grumbled something.
"Ron, come on Ron, I need to talk to you," he said as he shook a little harder. "I need to tell you something." As he started saying the last sentence, Ron's eyes popped open and focused on Harry.
"Yeah, I know, Harry you never want to see me again. I understand." Ron turned away after saying that, leaving Harry quite dumbfounded.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, perplexed.
"You heard me, I know you did. I told you that I love you, and you don't love me back. I understand."
"No, think you are the one that doesn't understand, Ron. You're right, I did hear you in the mirror room. You were right. I was living in the past, not the present. When you said what you said, it was like a light came on."
"So you don't hate me then?" Ron asked, unsure and a little confused.
"No, Ron, quite the opposite, I believe." Harry scooted directly in front of Ron and looked him in the eyes before continuing. "Ron, I love you."
An awkward silence settled over the room for the next handful of seconds.
"So Harry, it's a little cold in the room, so um, would you, uh, want to.."
As Ron sputters, Harry climbs into the chair and under the blanket with him. The two of them sat arm in arm in silence, greatly enjoying each other's company for what seemed like an eternity. It could have lasted longer, but Ron's dinner alarm went off, shattering the silence and provoking giggles from the two.
The two boys decided that it was a great time to go get dinner. To an interested observer watching the two leave the room, it would appear that Ron's heels were only just touching the ground. And Dumbledore was definitely interested. As the door closed behind the two, he smiled and spoke to the fire. "Ah, young love. I was beginning to wonder though, if they were going to need a shove." Getting no response from the fire, Dumbledore took another lemon drop and smiled to himself. He raised one hand and swept his robe and vanished into the air.
Okay, that's the end. Did it suck too bad? I don't think so. Anyway, I finally got back into the flow of the story. It only took three weeks. Oh well. Better late than never.
As we left our favorite characters so very long ago, Ron was pining away by the lakeside and Harry had just had a little run-in with professor Dumbledore. Time passed with Ron hardly noticing. He had been sitting by the lake now for probably half an hour. Many thoughts had been flying through his mind, most of them about Harry, and a growing number about how his extremities were going numb.
With a sigh, he got to his feet and headed back toward the castle as the snow began to fall heavily again. When he finally reached the iron door, he glanced back and could just barely make out the lake through all the snow. Ron sullenly trudged through the castle and just started wandering down hallways. He was slowly becoming more and more sure that Harry knew his feelings. "He could have been in the room the whole time," he said to a suit of armor as he walked past. "He heard me and he doesn't want to ever see me again. I don't know if I blame him, either." Ron walked on, mindlessly walking down corridors, becoming slowly but surely convinced that Harry hated him.
Eventually he headed back to Gryffindor tower and went in. After he changed out of his wet clothes, Ron pulled up a large chair close to the fire and grabbed a huge blanket. He curled up low in the chair and quietly sobbed himself to sleep.
Harry flew out to the lake like a boy afire. The snow was now so heavy that he nearly slammed into trees on two occasions in his reckless haste. Harry skidded to a stop at the banks and looked everywhere for the red flash of Ron's hair amongst the falling snow.
"Ron!!" he called. "Ron!" he looked up and down the water's edge and saw nothing but the falling snow. "Oh Ron, where have you gone?" Harry asked as he slowly went back up the slope to the castle. Hoping that Ron had gone to the Great Hall to catch an early dinner, Harry headed there. Unfortunately, he had no luck.
Sad, Harry turned and walked back to the tower. He was in a stupor. First, his best friend had voiced his love for him and he'd said nothing. Second, he was sure in his heart that he felt the same for him. Where the bloody hell was he?
Harry stepped into the common room as short while later and walked past the fire without giving it a second glance. He walked up to the dormitories to change out of his wet robes. As he stepped in, he saw Ron's robes laying on the floor by the redhead's bed. He picked them up and held them close for a moment. "Ron.." he said as a single tear rolled from his left eye. He neatly set the robe back on the floor and started to change.
He had nearly finished donning his dry and warm clothes when he suddenly fell backwards into his mind. He saw all the times that Ron and he had been together, all the good moments they'd shared as friends. Looking back, he saw that there was more to it than friendship. There was love. He hadn't known it was love then, hadn't known what it was at all, so he'd simply buried the feelings. When the switch had been thrown earlier that day, he felt the same feelings that he could remember feeling then.
"All this time," he said as he finished pulling on his robe. He pushed his hair out of his face and set out to find the redhead now. He was heading to the door when he thought he heard a very quiet sound coming from one of the chairs by the fireplace. He approached and saw Ron curled up in a blanket-covered ball. His eyes were closed, but obviously tear- swollen.
"Wake up, Ron," Harry said softly, shaking the sleeping boy's shoulder lightly. Ron turned a little and grumbled something.
"Ron, come on Ron, I need to talk to you," he said as he shook a little harder. "I need to tell you something." As he started saying the last sentence, Ron's eyes popped open and focused on Harry.
"Yeah, I know, Harry you never want to see me again. I understand." Ron turned away after saying that, leaving Harry quite dumbfounded.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, perplexed.
"You heard me, I know you did. I told you that I love you, and you don't love me back. I understand."
"No, think you are the one that doesn't understand, Ron. You're right, I did hear you in the mirror room. You were right. I was living in the past, not the present. When you said what you said, it was like a light came on."
"So you don't hate me then?" Ron asked, unsure and a little confused.
"No, Ron, quite the opposite, I believe." Harry scooted directly in front of Ron and looked him in the eyes before continuing. "Ron, I love you."
An awkward silence settled over the room for the next handful of seconds.
"So Harry, it's a little cold in the room, so um, would you, uh, want to.."
As Ron sputters, Harry climbs into the chair and under the blanket with him. The two of them sat arm in arm in silence, greatly enjoying each other's company for what seemed like an eternity. It could have lasted longer, but Ron's dinner alarm went off, shattering the silence and provoking giggles from the two.
The two boys decided that it was a great time to go get dinner. To an interested observer watching the two leave the room, it would appear that Ron's heels were only just touching the ground. And Dumbledore was definitely interested. As the door closed behind the two, he smiled and spoke to the fire. "Ah, young love. I was beginning to wonder though, if they were going to need a shove." Getting no response from the fire, Dumbledore took another lemon drop and smiled to himself. He raised one hand and swept his robe and vanished into the air.
Okay, that's the end. Did it suck too bad? I don't think so. Anyway, I finally got back into the flow of the story. It only took three weeks. Oh well. Better late than never.
