A/N: The best part about Christmas Break is the extra free time. the worst
part is the extra free time too. So, I'm home and BORED, living off of
reviews. so if y'all could?
The first thing Ron realized when he awoke was that he was warm. He couldn't remember the last time he was really and truly warm. He snuggled into the warmth, not wanting to wake up and lose it. As he drew closer to the heat, he realized that he wasn't in bed alone and that the source of the heat was a person. He took a breath. It was Harry; he would know that smell anywhere.
He started to shift off of Harry's body when the arms around his waist that he hadn't even realized were there tightened. He opened his eyes and looked at the position that the two were in. He had even dared to dream about being with Harry like this; he'd been trying to be content with being his friend.
Friend Harry. lying on top of. Those two thoughts finally connected in Ron's mind. 'I'm lying on top of Harry Potter. my best friend. Harry.' He tried to remember how this came about. He realized that it was afternoon, why were they asleep on a Friday afternoon. Why weren't they in class?
It all came back to him. Not sleeping the night before, going up to change, collapsing twice in front of Harry. His eyes widened and tears began to leak out. Hermione was going to go get Dumbledore. He would tell them to try to find out what was wrong Ron. Then he would owl Ron's parents.
'No. Not that I can't deal with her. She'll hate me even more. I can't do anything right. And Harry and Hermione will hate me, for being in love with Harry. I don't want to be alone again, I just can't do it.' By this time, the red head's whole body was racked with soul wrenching sobs.
Harry woke up to a wet shirt. 'Why is my shirt wet?' He wasn't completely awake yet. He heard a series of no's being repeated over and over. He shook his head slightly and realized that the no's were coming from Ron and that Ron was crying again.
Ron became conscious of the fact that the arms around his waist were much looser than before. Taking advantage of it, he tore his body from them. He curled into a ball and wrapped his arms around his legs.
Harry quickly sat up in the bed. This was worse than he had imagined. What was he supposed to do? 'I am not equipped for this kind of situation.' He pulled the other boy into his arms, marveling again at how small and light he had become.
"Ron." The redheaded boy started to calm down and his eyes opened. He blinked and tried to take in deep breaths to calm himself down. Harry ran his hands through the soft red strands covering the smaller boy's head. He made a slight shushing sound. "It's going to be ok. Just tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it. I promise."
Ron shook his head. "I can't tell you," he whispered. "You'll hate me and it will never be the same. Hermione may hate me too. And she will hate me even more if you hate me."
While the brunette had been confused before, he was out right baffled now. "I could never hate you. Remember the 2nd task back when we were fourth years? The thing I would miss the most? My Wheezy? That's you. And Hermione, you two may argue but she would never hate you. You're like a brother to her. We will never let anything happen to you. You know that. We love you too much. Trust me, no one hates you."
"No, you will hate me I know it! Hermione may not. but it doesn't concern her, not really. And Mum she does hate me. She always has. No matter what I do it isn't good enough for her. I'm not prefect and I never will be. I never do what she thinks is best, she'll be disappointed in me again.'
It took a minute for Harry to digest the statements that Ron had told him. He really thought that his own mother hated him? As an orphan, Harry had always been slightly jealous of the family that Ron seemingly took for granted. He had never given it a thought that the family he viewed as perfect just might not be.
When he thought about it he could see where Ron was coming from. Fred and George had told him of times where Ron had done nothing wrong, but Mrs. Weasley had been quick to blame her youngest son, even in times where there was no possible way the he could have made trouble. She tended to ignore him, especially when Harry was around. Now that he thought about it he in truth couldn't think of a time when the three of them were together and Molly had deigned to notice Ron when she was not yelling at him.
Harry did not think that she hated Ron though. He did see where Ron got the idea from though. While he'd been thinking, he hadn't been listening to the other boy.
"See, you know I'm right. She hates me always has. Never ever loved me." Ronturned his big brown eyes on Harry. It seemed as if once he started he couldn't stop. "Why does she hate me? What did I do? It must be my fault she loves all the others. she loves you."
One last teardrop fell from Ron's eyes. Harry lifted his hand to wipe it away. He never wanted to see Ron cry. 'It just shouldn't happen.' He tilted the redhead's face so that he could look directly into Ron's eyes. The black haired boy ran his thumb over the other boy's full lower lip. "And if she doesn't love you, just remember that I always will. NO matter what."
With that, Harry lowered his face, capturing the other boy's lips in a soft kiss. He wanted to tell Ron how he felt and didn't think that words would convey his feelings. No words were truly needed between the two; they just had to let the other be able to feel their needs, wants and desires
"Just remember that I will always be here for you. No matter what, I will always be on your side. Just ask." He recaptured the other's lips for a deep kiss.
Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, arching his body to get as close as possible. Harry ran his tongue over Ron's lips and the red head moaned allowing Harry entrance. This went on for about thirty seconds when a gasp was heard.
Molly Weasley stood staring at her son lip locked with The Boy Who Lived. Ron started slightly and buried his head in Harry's neck and waited for the yelling to commence.
A/N: Good? Bad? Ugly? Tell me what you think. unless you hate it then well I really don't want to know! ^_^ Please disregard any grammatical errors as my beta is STILL IN CANADA!
The first thing Ron realized when he awoke was that he was warm. He couldn't remember the last time he was really and truly warm. He snuggled into the warmth, not wanting to wake up and lose it. As he drew closer to the heat, he realized that he wasn't in bed alone and that the source of the heat was a person. He took a breath. It was Harry; he would know that smell anywhere.
He started to shift off of Harry's body when the arms around his waist that he hadn't even realized were there tightened. He opened his eyes and looked at the position that the two were in. He had even dared to dream about being with Harry like this; he'd been trying to be content with being his friend.
Friend Harry. lying on top of. Those two thoughts finally connected in Ron's mind. 'I'm lying on top of Harry Potter. my best friend. Harry.' He tried to remember how this came about. He realized that it was afternoon, why were they asleep on a Friday afternoon. Why weren't they in class?
It all came back to him. Not sleeping the night before, going up to change, collapsing twice in front of Harry. His eyes widened and tears began to leak out. Hermione was going to go get Dumbledore. He would tell them to try to find out what was wrong Ron. Then he would owl Ron's parents.
'No. Not that I can't deal with her. She'll hate me even more. I can't do anything right. And Harry and Hermione will hate me, for being in love with Harry. I don't want to be alone again, I just can't do it.' By this time, the red head's whole body was racked with soul wrenching sobs.
Harry woke up to a wet shirt. 'Why is my shirt wet?' He wasn't completely awake yet. He heard a series of no's being repeated over and over. He shook his head slightly and realized that the no's were coming from Ron and that Ron was crying again.
Ron became conscious of the fact that the arms around his waist were much looser than before. Taking advantage of it, he tore his body from them. He curled into a ball and wrapped his arms around his legs.
Harry quickly sat up in the bed. This was worse than he had imagined. What was he supposed to do? 'I am not equipped for this kind of situation.' He pulled the other boy into his arms, marveling again at how small and light he had become.
"Ron." The redheaded boy started to calm down and his eyes opened. He blinked and tried to take in deep breaths to calm himself down. Harry ran his hands through the soft red strands covering the smaller boy's head. He made a slight shushing sound. "It's going to be ok. Just tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it. I promise."
Ron shook his head. "I can't tell you," he whispered. "You'll hate me and it will never be the same. Hermione may hate me too. And she will hate me even more if you hate me."
While the brunette had been confused before, he was out right baffled now. "I could never hate you. Remember the 2nd task back when we were fourth years? The thing I would miss the most? My Wheezy? That's you. And Hermione, you two may argue but she would never hate you. You're like a brother to her. We will never let anything happen to you. You know that. We love you too much. Trust me, no one hates you."
"No, you will hate me I know it! Hermione may not. but it doesn't concern her, not really. And Mum she does hate me. She always has. No matter what I do it isn't good enough for her. I'm not prefect and I never will be. I never do what she thinks is best, she'll be disappointed in me again.'
It took a minute for Harry to digest the statements that Ron had told him. He really thought that his own mother hated him? As an orphan, Harry had always been slightly jealous of the family that Ron seemingly took for granted. He had never given it a thought that the family he viewed as perfect just might not be.
When he thought about it he could see where Ron was coming from. Fred and George had told him of times where Ron had done nothing wrong, but Mrs. Weasley had been quick to blame her youngest son, even in times where there was no possible way the he could have made trouble. She tended to ignore him, especially when Harry was around. Now that he thought about it he in truth couldn't think of a time when the three of them were together and Molly had deigned to notice Ron when she was not yelling at him.
Harry did not think that she hated Ron though. He did see where Ron got the idea from though. While he'd been thinking, he hadn't been listening to the other boy.
"See, you know I'm right. She hates me always has. Never ever loved me." Ronturned his big brown eyes on Harry. It seemed as if once he started he couldn't stop. "Why does she hate me? What did I do? It must be my fault she loves all the others. she loves you."
One last teardrop fell from Ron's eyes. Harry lifted his hand to wipe it away. He never wanted to see Ron cry. 'It just shouldn't happen.' He tilted the redhead's face so that he could look directly into Ron's eyes. The black haired boy ran his thumb over the other boy's full lower lip. "And if she doesn't love you, just remember that I always will. NO matter what."
With that, Harry lowered his face, capturing the other boy's lips in a soft kiss. He wanted to tell Ron how he felt and didn't think that words would convey his feelings. No words were truly needed between the two; they just had to let the other be able to feel their needs, wants and desires
"Just remember that I will always be here for you. No matter what, I will always be on your side. Just ask." He recaptured the other's lips for a deep kiss.
Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, arching his body to get as close as possible. Harry ran his tongue over Ron's lips and the red head moaned allowing Harry entrance. This went on for about thirty seconds when a gasp was heard.
Molly Weasley stood staring at her son lip locked with The Boy Who Lived. Ron started slightly and buried his head in Harry's neck and waited for the yelling to commence.
A/N: Good? Bad? Ugly? Tell me what you think. unless you hate it then well I really don't want to know! ^_^ Please disregard any grammatical errors as my beta is STILL IN CANADA!