Hey all, thanks for the reviews, I've gotten nothing but good comments so
far (hopefully it will stay that way)! I personally don't think this
chapter lives up to the previous one, but it's alright. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Harry could barely stand the wait for the next night to come. He could not concentrate during his classes - his thoughts kept drifting to the indescribable events of the night before. But Ron and Hermione began to notice.
"Harry, I know Binns isn't the most interesting of all teachers, but you haven't taken one note, well, except if you count that drawing of a pool and a, what is that?" Ron questioned.
Harry quickly pulled his drawing away from Ron's eyes. He had absentmindedly sketched his impression of the previous night. "Oh, sorry, I um, well, have other things on my mind." Harry said quietly.
"Like what? You haven't talked to me since before you went to bed last night. Come to think of it, even that was very short." Ron gave Harry a concerned look. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, fine, just, thinking." Harry muttered.
"All right, but know that I'm open if you need to talk." Ron said as he leaned back over to his own desk. Harry almost let it all out, but thought better of it. He remembered his own words about what Ron would have done if he found out about Harry's escapades.
Although Ron had left Harry alone after their brief chat, he had something on his mind that he needed to tell someone. But with Harry acting so distant, there was no one he could really talk to. Hermione wouldn't understand, and Neville, Seamus, and Dean were too wrapped up in their own lives to care about his problems.
Having been friends with Harry for nearly 6 years, Ron was beginning to develop feelings that were more than those that friends share. He was starting to think he was falling in love with Harry. He had been thinking about it for almost 6 months, and he had decided that tonight he was going to take action. No more watching Harry from afar, he would get him alone in the dormitory before everyone went to bed and confess his feelings. If he was lucky, Harry would return them.
But Harry was much too preoccupied to be thinking about Ron.
During lunch that day, neither Harry nor Ron ate anything. Ron was to nervous thinking about his plan for the evening, and Harry was absorbed watching a certain blonde haired boy sitting at the Slytherin table – who was returning his stare.
"What is up with you two?" Hermione asked exasperatedly. "Neither of you has said one word! You should be talking about Quiddtich or something." Hermione prodded their arms to see if they were actually listening.
"Hey! Quit poking me like that!" Harry said irritably. He broke his gaze with Draco as he shoved Hermione's finger away from his arm.
If it hadn't been for Hermione interfering, Ron would most likely have reached under the table and stroked the object of his desire between Harry's thighs. Ron quickly retreated his hand, being so close to it's target, relieved it hadn't proceeded in the direction it was headed. Wait till tonight, not till tonight. Ron kept repeating that in his head until his mind was back on its normal frequency.
"Sorry Herm, I've got things on my mind." Ron said quickly.
"Like what?" Neither Harry nor Ron had talked to her about anything interesting for the past few days, and she did not feel like being silent any longer. But neither boy would say another word so she turned her attention to the object of *her* affection.
"So Seamus, what's up with you?" Hermione struck up a conversation with her current crush.
The lunch period continued uneventfully, well, except for the fact that Ron had to restrain himself from getting up and kissing Harry and that Harry had to grip his seat to prevent himself from bounding across the room, and ripping Draco's clothing off of him. But the night was a different story.
Sorry it was short, I don't want it *to* be long so, I'll start another chapter about the night. *mwahahaha* should be great. Ch.5 up soon!
Chapter 4
Harry could barely stand the wait for the next night to come. He could not concentrate during his classes - his thoughts kept drifting to the indescribable events of the night before. But Ron and Hermione began to notice.
"Harry, I know Binns isn't the most interesting of all teachers, but you haven't taken one note, well, except if you count that drawing of a pool and a, what is that?" Ron questioned.
Harry quickly pulled his drawing away from Ron's eyes. He had absentmindedly sketched his impression of the previous night. "Oh, sorry, I um, well, have other things on my mind." Harry said quietly.
"Like what? You haven't talked to me since before you went to bed last night. Come to think of it, even that was very short." Ron gave Harry a concerned look. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, fine, just, thinking." Harry muttered.
"All right, but know that I'm open if you need to talk." Ron said as he leaned back over to his own desk. Harry almost let it all out, but thought better of it. He remembered his own words about what Ron would have done if he found out about Harry's escapades.
Although Ron had left Harry alone after their brief chat, he had something on his mind that he needed to tell someone. But with Harry acting so distant, there was no one he could really talk to. Hermione wouldn't understand, and Neville, Seamus, and Dean were too wrapped up in their own lives to care about his problems.
Having been friends with Harry for nearly 6 years, Ron was beginning to develop feelings that were more than those that friends share. He was starting to think he was falling in love with Harry. He had been thinking about it for almost 6 months, and he had decided that tonight he was going to take action. No more watching Harry from afar, he would get him alone in the dormitory before everyone went to bed and confess his feelings. If he was lucky, Harry would return them.
But Harry was much too preoccupied to be thinking about Ron.
During lunch that day, neither Harry nor Ron ate anything. Ron was to nervous thinking about his plan for the evening, and Harry was absorbed watching a certain blonde haired boy sitting at the Slytherin table – who was returning his stare.
"What is up with you two?" Hermione asked exasperatedly. "Neither of you has said one word! You should be talking about Quiddtich or something." Hermione prodded their arms to see if they were actually listening.
"Hey! Quit poking me like that!" Harry said irritably. He broke his gaze with Draco as he shoved Hermione's finger away from his arm.
If it hadn't been for Hermione interfering, Ron would most likely have reached under the table and stroked the object of his desire between Harry's thighs. Ron quickly retreated his hand, being so close to it's target, relieved it hadn't proceeded in the direction it was headed. Wait till tonight, not till tonight. Ron kept repeating that in his head until his mind was back on its normal frequency.
"Sorry Herm, I've got things on my mind." Ron said quickly.
"Like what?" Neither Harry nor Ron had talked to her about anything interesting for the past few days, and she did not feel like being silent any longer. But neither boy would say another word so she turned her attention to the object of *her* affection.
"So Seamus, what's up with you?" Hermione struck up a conversation with her current crush.
The lunch period continued uneventfully, well, except for the fact that Ron had to restrain himself from getting up and kissing Harry and that Harry had to grip his seat to prevent himself from bounding across the room, and ripping Draco's clothing off of him. But the night was a different story.
Sorry it was short, I don't want it *to* be long so, I'll start another chapter about the night. *mwahahaha* should be great. Ch.5 up soon!