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making tons of money of me.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Had a bit of well, wouldn't call it writers block I knew what I wanted to happen just not how I wanted to go about it! Anyway, here it is.
Part Five
Harry lay on the bed and stared down, trying to process what had happened that day. It was both the best and worst day of his life. He finally had what he had wanted for such a long time, Ron Weasley's love. 'But that is just the tip of the iceberg. With Ron's love I also get Ron's insecurities and problems.'
He shook his head. He would do anything for the red headed boy. He just wasn't sure how or where to start. 'I wish that Percy was here.' His eyes widened. He'd never thought he would ever want that! It wasn't that he disliked the older boy but he still wasn't used to the new 'Percy'.
Ron shifted and clutched at Harry's shirt. He wondered why the sleeping boy hadn't told him of the chess sessions with McGonagall and the offer from the team. He understood that Ron needed to make a decision like that by himself but he could not comprehend why he didn't tell him afterwards. Harry really wanted the other boy to wake up so that they could figure out what was going on and what they should so next.
As if he knew what Harry's thoughts were, Ron blinked. His hand reached up and sleepily rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he tilted his head to look up at Harry. The events of the day, both good and bad, suddenly came streaming back in to his consciousness.
The red head's ears turned the color of his hair as he remembered the kiss from earlier. He looked shyly at his. best friend? He wasn't sure what they were now.
Harry smiled at Ron and said, "Good morning. Have a nice nap?" He pulled Ron up slightly so that his chin was resting on Harry's chest and his body was resting in-between Harry's legs. They leaned together and their lips met in a brief kiss.
"Ron?" Harry asked. " Why didn't you tell me that you had been playing against McGonagall? Or that the wizarding chess team wanted you?"
"You really wanted to know? I mean. no one's ever cared what I did before." The red head stared at Harry's chest.
The brunette looked at the bowed head. " Of course, I care! O love you Ron. I'm proud of you no matter what you do" He realized how easily an accomplishment no matter how big or small could fall through the cracks in a family the size of the Weasleys. 'And since Ron was one of the last has must have gone even more unnoticed. When Hermione and I didn't say anything, he must have thought that we didn't care.'
He realized that Ron was in the background a lot. Eclipsed not only by his own siblings but also by his best friends. Harry tipped Ron's chin up, making him stare into green eyes. " I will love you whether you play wizarding chess or if you file papers for your father. I love you not what your job is or how well you did on a potions test."
Ron nodded. "That's how I feel about you Harry! I don't care if you are the youngest seeker in a century, the boy who lived or any of that. I love Harry. The person under it all. I just didn't think that anyone could love me."
Harry realized that Ron didn't think that any one could love him at all, not just in a romantic way. He also knew that one conversation wasn't going to convince the boy of the fact that Harry loved him and would never leave him by choice.
He wanted to know exactly what the red head would be doing after graduation and knew that asking would help reinforce his earlier statements. He smiled. "I didn't even know that there was a Wizarding Chess Team of England. It makes sense now and I don't know why I didn't realize it before. How did they find out about you?"
"Well, as you know now, I've been playing against Professor McGonagall for about three years now. Everyone else was just getting too easy to beat." Ron clapped a hand over his mouth. His ears turned red. "Not that you aren't getting better Harry, and you know that you are better than Hermione.."
Grinning, Harry answered, "I knew what you meant Ron! And even Neville is better than Hermione. But it's true we mustn't have been much of a challenge." 'He seems to be a little better than he was. I think that he will be alright, it will just take some time. and patience.'
"Yes, well they knew about me from the whole giant chess set ordeal. And then they kept up with McGonagall about my 'progress'. She thinks that I am getting better. They offered me a spot on the team. I guess that they want me on their team pretty badly; I can't believe that people get paid that kind of money to play chess all day long. They even bought me a flat. They told me about it." Ron looked back down. Playing with one of Harry's buttons, he asked, " It's pretty big, you could move in there with me. I've never lived alone before."
That hadn't been helping Ron's problems. He was scared almost out of his mind graduate. He'd never lived with less than five or six people in the house. He had hoped to ask Harry to room with him, platonically originally, but now he just hope that it wouldn't be asking the darker haired boy to commit too much, too soon.
Harry leaned forward and brushed a kiss on Ron's forehead. "I'd love to move in with you. I've shared a room with you for seven years, I don't think that I could sleep with out your snoring."
The other boy squeaked. "I don't snore! At least not loudly!"
"Of course, you don't Ron and Dean's hair doesn't curl." Harry grinned then sighed. He wondered when their roommates would be back. Ron and Mrs. Weasley needed to talk before Ron saw anyone else; at least this is what Harry thought. "You know that your mum is here. She's going to want to talk to you. McGonagall is telling her about the team's offer right now. The two of you really need to talk to each other. I know that you may not believe it but your mother loves you as much as she loves all your brothers and Ginny. She just shows that love in a different way. She wants you to be the best that you can be." Harry mentally rolled his eyes. 'I sound like one of those American muggle army commercials on the telly. But this is the sort of thing that Ron's needs to hear.'
Ron looked at his friend. "I know that in my brain, but it's very hard to convince the rest of me that it is true. I'm sure that there are times that she was nice and loving to me, but I can only remember the times when she seemed to curse my very existence. I knew that she would not think any less of me for being who and what I am but she isn't going to like that I tainted you. You are like her own personal god to worship."
Harry decided to let the subject drop for the time being and let the two of them mull over what had been said. Ron shifted in the bed and laid back. He pulled Harry over him. With Harry covering his body, Ron felt safe and secure, as if nothing bad could ever reach him. They began to kiss again, light pecks that gradually deepened.
There was a knock at the door.
They were interrupted, again. Harry mumbled that he hoped that this didn't happen every time that they kissed, because that would make for a frustrating relationship. The person who ever it was knocked another time.
Ron yelled for them to come in and stop knocking on the door. In walked Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood. 'Why couldn't they have been here about ten minutes ago!' thought Harry.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Had a bit of well, wouldn't call it writers block I knew what I wanted to happen just not how I wanted to go about it! Anyway, here it is.
Part Five
Harry lay on the bed and stared down, trying to process what had happened that day. It was both the best and worst day of his life. He finally had what he had wanted for such a long time, Ron Weasley's love. 'But that is just the tip of the iceberg. With Ron's love I also get Ron's insecurities and problems.'
He shook his head. He would do anything for the red headed boy. He just wasn't sure how or where to start. 'I wish that Percy was here.' His eyes widened. He'd never thought he would ever want that! It wasn't that he disliked the older boy but he still wasn't used to the new 'Percy'.
Ron shifted and clutched at Harry's shirt. He wondered why the sleeping boy hadn't told him of the chess sessions with McGonagall and the offer from the team. He understood that Ron needed to make a decision like that by himself but he could not comprehend why he didn't tell him afterwards. Harry really wanted the other boy to wake up so that they could figure out what was going on and what they should so next.
As if he knew what Harry's thoughts were, Ron blinked. His hand reached up and sleepily rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he tilted his head to look up at Harry. The events of the day, both good and bad, suddenly came streaming back in to his consciousness.
The red head's ears turned the color of his hair as he remembered the kiss from earlier. He looked shyly at his. best friend? He wasn't sure what they were now.
Harry smiled at Ron and said, "Good morning. Have a nice nap?" He pulled Ron up slightly so that his chin was resting on Harry's chest and his body was resting in-between Harry's legs. They leaned together and their lips met in a brief kiss.
"Ron?" Harry asked. " Why didn't you tell me that you had been playing against McGonagall? Or that the wizarding chess team wanted you?"
"You really wanted to know? I mean. no one's ever cared what I did before." The red head stared at Harry's chest.
The brunette looked at the bowed head. " Of course, I care! O love you Ron. I'm proud of you no matter what you do" He realized how easily an accomplishment no matter how big or small could fall through the cracks in a family the size of the Weasleys. 'And since Ron was one of the last has must have gone even more unnoticed. When Hermione and I didn't say anything, he must have thought that we didn't care.'
He realized that Ron was in the background a lot. Eclipsed not only by his own siblings but also by his best friends. Harry tipped Ron's chin up, making him stare into green eyes. " I will love you whether you play wizarding chess or if you file papers for your father. I love you not what your job is or how well you did on a potions test."
Ron nodded. "That's how I feel about you Harry! I don't care if you are the youngest seeker in a century, the boy who lived or any of that. I love Harry. The person under it all. I just didn't think that anyone could love me."
Harry realized that Ron didn't think that any one could love him at all, not just in a romantic way. He also knew that one conversation wasn't going to convince the boy of the fact that Harry loved him and would never leave him by choice.
He wanted to know exactly what the red head would be doing after graduation and knew that asking would help reinforce his earlier statements. He smiled. "I didn't even know that there was a Wizarding Chess Team of England. It makes sense now and I don't know why I didn't realize it before. How did they find out about you?"
"Well, as you know now, I've been playing against Professor McGonagall for about three years now. Everyone else was just getting too easy to beat." Ron clapped a hand over his mouth. His ears turned red. "Not that you aren't getting better Harry, and you know that you are better than Hermione.."
Grinning, Harry answered, "I knew what you meant Ron! And even Neville is better than Hermione. But it's true we mustn't have been much of a challenge." 'He seems to be a little better than he was. I think that he will be alright, it will just take some time. and patience.'
"Yes, well they knew about me from the whole giant chess set ordeal. And then they kept up with McGonagall about my 'progress'. She thinks that I am getting better. They offered me a spot on the team. I guess that they want me on their team pretty badly; I can't believe that people get paid that kind of money to play chess all day long. They even bought me a flat. They told me about it." Ron looked back down. Playing with one of Harry's buttons, he asked, " It's pretty big, you could move in there with me. I've never lived alone before."
That hadn't been helping Ron's problems. He was scared almost out of his mind graduate. He'd never lived with less than five or six people in the house. He had hoped to ask Harry to room with him, platonically originally, but now he just hope that it wouldn't be asking the darker haired boy to commit too much, too soon.
Harry leaned forward and brushed a kiss on Ron's forehead. "I'd love to move in with you. I've shared a room with you for seven years, I don't think that I could sleep with out your snoring."
The other boy squeaked. "I don't snore! At least not loudly!"
"Of course, you don't Ron and Dean's hair doesn't curl." Harry grinned then sighed. He wondered when their roommates would be back. Ron and Mrs. Weasley needed to talk before Ron saw anyone else; at least this is what Harry thought. "You know that your mum is here. She's going to want to talk to you. McGonagall is telling her about the team's offer right now. The two of you really need to talk to each other. I know that you may not believe it but your mother loves you as much as she loves all your brothers and Ginny. She just shows that love in a different way. She wants you to be the best that you can be." Harry mentally rolled his eyes. 'I sound like one of those American muggle army commercials on the telly. But this is the sort of thing that Ron's needs to hear.'
Ron looked at his friend. "I know that in my brain, but it's very hard to convince the rest of me that it is true. I'm sure that there are times that she was nice and loving to me, but I can only remember the times when she seemed to curse my very existence. I knew that she would not think any less of me for being who and what I am but she isn't going to like that I tainted you. You are like her own personal god to worship."
Harry decided to let the subject drop for the time being and let the two of them mull over what had been said. Ron shifted in the bed and laid back. He pulled Harry over him. With Harry covering his body, Ron felt safe and secure, as if nothing bad could ever reach him. They began to kiss again, light pecks that gradually deepened.
There was a knock at the door.
They were interrupted, again. Harry mumbled that he hoped that this didn't happen every time that they kissed, because that would make for a frustrating relationship. The person who ever it was knocked another time.
Ron yelled for them to come in and stop knocking on the door. In walked Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood. 'Why couldn't they have been here about ten minutes ago!' thought Harry.