-Ron finally has the courage to tell Harry his feelings. Alone in the boy's room.
Warnings: Real sappy, and hoo-boy run away if you don't like slash. Kinda lame, in the middle of a writer's block here. Oh well.... Uhm, DracoXHarry fans, (like Nora)... I'm very sorry but this is mostly considered a Ron/Harry thing. But don't worry, Harry's just confused, he likes Draco too. Hmm... to: ClarKeRaVen: OK ok I got it up! Aren't you in a bad mood, hehehe... ^.^;;;
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Ron grit his teeth profusely, as he carried his friend on his back, either leg clung on each of his sides. Ron's definite footsteps hung in the atmosphere, as it was deserted, and only it's simple rhythm could be heard.
The solitude of sociality gave Ron the time to ponder over his thoughts. And they weren't very nice thoughts, mind you… Draco getting strangled, Draco hung upside down, Draco spanked by the whomping willow, an armed Ron waiting to stab a prone Draco.…
One thing was very common. Like getting the greatest common factor in numbers. It always involved Draco and bloody death.
The scene of 'the crime' kept repeating itself in front of Ron, keeping the memory of Harry and Draco fresh in his mind. He hated that moment. A kiss. A simple kiss had set him aflame. Set him simmering, cooking in the jealousy.
A slight groan from Harry, and immediately Ron's steps halted, and he let the boy down slowly. They both kneeled on the rough paved way.
"You okay?"
"What, what happened? Where's Draco…"
Ron flinched.
"and my broom?"
A moment of silence. "Harry, you fell more than fifty feet from a broom. And you have bloody scratches all over yourself. *You've got to sort out your priorities.*" Ron rolled his eyes.
Harry sheepishly smiled, gingerly standing up. Ron blinked, his ears went pink.
Green eyes darted to blue ones, "No really. What happened to them?"
Ron slung an arm casually on Harry's back, not as forcefully as before, Ron being held back by worries of injuries. "Well, you passed out when Hermione and I got over to you. Oh yeah, Snape was there too. He told Hermione to put back your brooms and-"
"My firebolt in a public shed!?"
"Public sheds have bewitched locks too, you know."
A slight silence. Harry wasn't very comfortable knowing his superb broom was anywhere except his dorm, locked up in his trunk.
"Snape told me to bring you to the Infirmary." Ron continued. Harry blinked,
"I'm perfectly fine now. I don't need to bother Ms. Pomfrey."
"Could tell."
Another, easy silence.
"Let's go back to the common room." Ron suggested, looking over at Harry. Harry beamed, "Okay. A game of Exploding snaps?"
A widened grin answered it all.
Ron POV:I grin, my heart bounces around in my ribcage. I smile contentedly as we walk in silence towards our tower. Why does he make me feel this way?
My anger towards Draco hadn't lessened, but I feel more peace restore upon me as Harry is with me. God, if he only knew.
We walk up the staircase quietly, not greeting the paintings that were hung unto the wall. My mind was truly somewhere else.
Why don't I tell him now? Why don't I tell him I love him?
Before that stupid bastard steals another frigging kiss.
How did that feel, Malfoy? To feel those lips on yours? How should it feel, knowing you kissed someone unconscious, someone who would most likely punch you damn dead on the nose? You know, I bet if Harry knew he would've murdered you already.
I'd like to do that to you, Malfoy. Kick you're friggin' arse and chuck your throat with a knife. You don't know how it feels, you don't care how I feel. You're just toying Harry… Toying with me. Malfoy, leave him alone! Leave him to me, whereas I truly do love him!
We entered the common room after Harry had mumbled the password to the fat lady. She gave him quite a disapproving look as he almost completely ignored her; we entered the room without another word.
"Uh, Harry… I, I need to..." I started to ask.
He turns at me, and I came to stare at those engrossing green eyes. Exotic green, shining valorously. I wanted to know how it would look if I were whispering sweet nothings into his ear--
I gulped, suddenly all words have shot right out the window, my tongue helpless in capturing words.
"I, uh… uhm…"
He smiled at me effortlessly, "Tell me what, Ron?"
Normal POV:Ron blinked at him, a bit taken a back because Harry seemed to know already. Maybe it was the way he stammered, or since they knew each other so well that they could read each other's minds now. Harry had sat down on a red couch, so Ron took the one beside him. And finally, the redhead picked up his courage.
"Harry, I need to ask you uh… something... I kind of lik-"
"Ey! Harry! Ron! Wazzup?!"
-Cried a voice, jolly and jubilant; it's owner strode in the room casually, a large grin plastered on his face.
Fred Weasley. Followed by an identical, grinning boy, George. Ron sighed, leaning back on his couch and pouting in his sheer "evil" luck.
Harry smiled at them cheerily as they took seats near them. But before any conversation aroused, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan and Lee Jordan came in. The room suddenly filled with humming conversations.
After an inner isolation in the middle of a crowd, Ron got up and stalked over to Harry, who was currently unoccupied as well.
"Harry, I've really got to tell you something reeeeeaaaaallllllyyyy important…"
He whispered, and the raven-haired boy nodded, gesturing him to a nearby flight of stairs. Ron smiled nervously, heart thrashing wildly now; he got scared.
What if Harry rejected him? What if he didn't understand?
Why am I doing this?
A bitter battle within himself as they traveled towards the boy's room.
Because If I don't, then… then, I'll crack up! God, I need to tell him! Besides, what if he… liked me too?
He shoved the many reasons of not wanting Harry to know, and tried acting optimistic. Busy with his inner turmoil he failed to see Harry's worried glance.
"Ron…?"
Ron looked up; he couldn't say anything. Maybe because his throat went dry and that he seemed utterly deaf at the moment, since his heart was pumping harder than before. Ron seated himself on his bed. Footsteps were faintly muffled by the maroon carpet beneath them, as Harry followed suit and sat next to Ron.
"I also need to tell you something, Ron."
A shiver ran down the redhead's spine.
"You go first, Harry. I think, I…I I'm still not ready to say."
With all the quiet and serenity they had shared together at any time, any place, this was the most tense silence of all.
"Well, you see…" he pauses, "I, sorta like two people."
Ron felt like hurling on the carpet, as soon as he heard Harry's innocent, delicate words.
"…Cho Chang?" Ron asked in a soft, restrained voice.
"No." Harry said simply, slightly nervous, as what Ron could tell. The redhead felt slightly relieved, and mildly curious of knowing. Harry had seldom confessed anything like this to him, and when he did he would've been less stressed than this.
"Well?" Harry inquired.
Ron blinked, realizing he didn't listen to what Harry just said.
"What did you say?"
Harry looked down at the carpet, rubbing his shoe carefully, tracing the intricate design.
"Forget it." Harry said. "I shouldn't have told you…"
"No no! Wait, I just didn't listen. Please…"
"I said I liked two *boys.*"
"Oh shit."
Harry stood up when Ron said that, eyes still glued to the floor, and Ron immediately regretted what he said.
::That was stupid; way to go, Ronnikins.:: He thought to himself. He had never really considered that all redheads were hot-tempered and act without thinking, but now he revised his opinion.
"No, Harry, wait!"
Ron stood up, snatched Harry's arm, and pulled Harry to face him. Without a second thought, he met those lips he had longed to taste with his own.
Fierce. Ron was hot as flame, as he immediately beckoned Harry to surrender. Ron's excited tongue plunged into Harry's sweet cavern, intruding and dominating. The surreal excitement caused Harry to close his eyes, and drown in passion from Ron's mouth. He didn't pull away, quite responded to it even.
Ron pushed him gently until Harry was pinned by a thick, copper bedpost and Ron's body. He had always wanted to do this to Harry, fantasized this in dreams and daydreaming them on days.
Now it was real.
Ron pulled away, the need of air signaled him to do so. He grinned, blushing fervently and staring at those green eyes that were so close. He noted his hands were firmly grasping Harry's shoulders.
Ron looked down at Harry's neck, not baring to see those tranquilizing green eyes.
"I umm… Was about to tell you who I liked." Ron muttered.
"You did." Answered the raven-haired boy softly.
"Uhm, so I did."
Another, unnerving silence.
"Ron?"
Ron looked up, Harry's face a few inches away from his. Harry cocked his head up to gaze at Ron,
"One of who I uhm… Like, or maybe love… is you."
A broad grin. Ron's voice.
"Could tell."
"And, uhm, Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"You're squashing me."
Resisting the urge to laugh, Ron withdrew his form away from Harry. Harry bit his lip, the edgy atmosphere was really getting to him. "So, uh…ehehe.. cool…"
::God that was lame.:: Harry noted, fixing his glasses and walking past Ron uncertainly, still slightly shaken, moving towards a large window overlooking the castle. The sky was dark, cloudy. There was a suspicion of rain.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
Ron took a deep breath, "Who's the other person you like?"
Harry cringed his face, and was glad Ron didn't see it, as he was facing opposite of Ron. The green-eyed lad didn't answer.
"C'mon Harry." Ron coaxed. "I'm you're best friend, aren't I?"
Harry gave that some thought. Ron, who had always told Harry secrets and shared many thoughts with him… Was asking one simple, personal question and he wasn't answering. It was quite unfair, and Harry, being the just, noble boy that he is, gave in.
"It's…. Draco Malfoy.…"
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