Hey all, sry it took so long to post. i had ta think about wat i wanted to
do w/ the story. Heh heh can anyone think of a good title? I'm drawing a
blank, I was never good at that. hee hee. Thx for the reviews, hope you
enjoy the next installment!
Chapter 5
It was evening, and Harry and Ron were sitting by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Ron had his head pointed at the fire, but was secretly gazing at Harry, gathering his courage for asking him to join him in their dorm. Harry on the other hand was thinking of midnight, and what events would accompany the time tonight.
"Harry, I need to ask you something." Ron said tentatively.
"Ok, shoot." Harry said dreamily.
"In private." Ron jerked his head towards the staircase indicating he wanted to go upstairs.
"Alright." Harry was not really paying attention to his best friend, for if he had, he would have seen Ron's face go red enough to match his hair.
Once upstairs, Ron sat on his bed and motioned for Harry to join him. Harry sat down and gazed absent mindedly at the floor.
"What was it you wanted to ask me?" Harry said in a monotone.
"Well, its more like *tell* you." Ron slid closer to Harry as he said this. Ron took a big gulp of air before the words came out, starting slowly, but then spilling from his mouth as if they had been pent up since the two boys had met – which was almost true. "Harry, I've been thinking about this for quite some time now, but," Ron paused, "I think I love you." Harry's neck snapped up as he looked at Ron with a puzzled look on his face, but he let Ron continue. "I always knew there was a bond between us, deeper than friendship, and I'm just beginning to discover it. I've tried to tell you before, but you've been acting strange lately so I didn't really get a chance, but I just can't keep all of these emotions pent up inside me anymore." With that he leaned over and kissed Harry so deeply, so passionately, that Harry almost forgot about Draco. Evidently, he shared those feelings with Ron, though they were hidden deep beneath the desire he still held for Draco.
Harry began to bring his arms up to circle Ron's neck as he returned the emotion he was receiving from his best friend, but then his mind fell upon his lover. He pulled away from the kiss, almost reluctantly and said, "Ron, I'm really sorry, but I can't. There are things, people that I can't forget about." His groin throbbed for a moment while he remembered the feelings Draco induced in him. "I'm so sorry." He brushed Ron's cheek with his trembling hand, but then turned away to head back to the common room.
Ron was so surprised by the reaction he received from Harry, he could not think for a moment. 'What just happened? I kissed Harry, Harry kissed back, but now he's gone?' Ron thought. 'But, but, why? He kissed me back! Why, why…' Ron threw himself onto his pillow and began to sob. "Why! Why? Why…" He wailed into his arms. It was not long before he fell into a restless sleep, thinking only of Harry.
'I can't believe Ron has feelings for me! I never would have guessed it. I just can't believe it. And I thought Ron would be upset about finding out *I* was *gay*.' Harry's mind was blurred as he returned from the dormitory.
"What was that about?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, nothing, just had to check something." Harry lied quickly.
"Well, Ron was with you. Where is he now?" Hermione had a knack for finding flaws in people's alibis.
"Oh, he was tired so he decided to go to bed." Harry lied again.
"Alright." Hermione still had her doubts but she was willing to let it pass. Harry looked rather dazed and like he could use some sleep. "Harry, you should go to bed. You look beat."
"Actually, the only reason I came back down here was to gather up my homework. I need some sleep." 'For my excursion that's going to take place later that is.' Harry thought to himself. He headed back to his dorm and slipped in, not wanting to disturb Ron. He was already asleep though, so there was nothing to worry about.
Before Harry went to his own bed, he gazed at Ron for a moment. 'Ron, if it weren't for Draco, I would *love* to be making out with you at this very moment.' He sighed and went over to his bed.
As Harry crawled under the covers he thought, 'Well, maybe I *should* be with Ron. He's my best friend, and what could be more perfect than that? I already love him so much, being in a relationship with him could only strengthen the bond he was talking about. Why does Draco have to be so fucking sexy?!?!?!' Harry ended his internal dialogue with that, and tried to catch a few winks before midnight.
Chapter 5
It was evening, and Harry and Ron were sitting by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Ron had his head pointed at the fire, but was secretly gazing at Harry, gathering his courage for asking him to join him in their dorm. Harry on the other hand was thinking of midnight, and what events would accompany the time tonight.
"Harry, I need to ask you something." Ron said tentatively.
"Ok, shoot." Harry said dreamily.
"In private." Ron jerked his head towards the staircase indicating he wanted to go upstairs.
"Alright." Harry was not really paying attention to his best friend, for if he had, he would have seen Ron's face go red enough to match his hair.
Once upstairs, Ron sat on his bed and motioned for Harry to join him. Harry sat down and gazed absent mindedly at the floor.
"What was it you wanted to ask me?" Harry said in a monotone.
"Well, its more like *tell* you." Ron slid closer to Harry as he said this. Ron took a big gulp of air before the words came out, starting slowly, but then spilling from his mouth as if they had been pent up since the two boys had met – which was almost true. "Harry, I've been thinking about this for quite some time now, but," Ron paused, "I think I love you." Harry's neck snapped up as he looked at Ron with a puzzled look on his face, but he let Ron continue. "I always knew there was a bond between us, deeper than friendship, and I'm just beginning to discover it. I've tried to tell you before, but you've been acting strange lately so I didn't really get a chance, but I just can't keep all of these emotions pent up inside me anymore." With that he leaned over and kissed Harry so deeply, so passionately, that Harry almost forgot about Draco. Evidently, he shared those feelings with Ron, though they were hidden deep beneath the desire he still held for Draco.
Harry began to bring his arms up to circle Ron's neck as he returned the emotion he was receiving from his best friend, but then his mind fell upon his lover. He pulled away from the kiss, almost reluctantly and said, "Ron, I'm really sorry, but I can't. There are things, people that I can't forget about." His groin throbbed for a moment while he remembered the feelings Draco induced in him. "I'm so sorry." He brushed Ron's cheek with his trembling hand, but then turned away to head back to the common room.
Ron was so surprised by the reaction he received from Harry, he could not think for a moment. 'What just happened? I kissed Harry, Harry kissed back, but now he's gone?' Ron thought. 'But, but, why? He kissed me back! Why, why…' Ron threw himself onto his pillow and began to sob. "Why! Why? Why…" He wailed into his arms. It was not long before he fell into a restless sleep, thinking only of Harry.
'I can't believe Ron has feelings for me! I never would have guessed it. I just can't believe it. And I thought Ron would be upset about finding out *I* was *gay*.' Harry's mind was blurred as he returned from the dormitory.
"What was that about?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, nothing, just had to check something." Harry lied quickly.
"Well, Ron was with you. Where is he now?" Hermione had a knack for finding flaws in people's alibis.
"Oh, he was tired so he decided to go to bed." Harry lied again.
"Alright." Hermione still had her doubts but she was willing to let it pass. Harry looked rather dazed and like he could use some sleep. "Harry, you should go to bed. You look beat."
"Actually, the only reason I came back down here was to gather up my homework. I need some sleep." 'For my excursion that's going to take place later that is.' Harry thought to himself. He headed back to his dorm and slipped in, not wanting to disturb Ron. He was already asleep though, so there was nothing to worry about.
Before Harry went to his own bed, he gazed at Ron for a moment. 'Ron, if it weren't for Draco, I would *love* to be making out with you at this very moment.' He sighed and went over to his bed.
As Harry crawled under the covers he thought, 'Well, maybe I *should* be with Ron. He's my best friend, and what could be more perfect than that? I already love him so much, being in a relationship with him could only strengthen the bond he was talking about. Why does Draco have to be so fucking sexy?!?!?!' Harry ended his internal dialogue with that, and tried to catch a few winks before midnight.