Christmas break came faster than Harry imagined. Hermione had her things
packed days early, but felt badly that she was leaving the two.
"I really am sorry," she apologized for the twelfth time.
"Don't worry about it," they would reply.
Most of the students left for Christmas vacation, which was a pity, Harry thought, because they wouldn't be able to see the magnificent decorations in the castle. Unfortunately, Hedwig hadn't shown up for about a week and Harry was getting nervous. Sometimes he would sit by the windowsill and stare at the blinding white snow outside, hoping for a glimpse of hope. Ron would sit next to him and try to comfort him, while Scabbers rummaged around in his pocket, which didn't make Harry feel any better.
One evening in the deafeningly quiet Gryffindor Common room, Harry and Ron sat down to a game of Wizards Chess. Edbert had arrived just before the break started, and had been with Harry ever since. He was curled up on his lap snoozing loudly. Ron had a look of deep concentration on his face, trying to figure out what to move next.
"I miss Hermione, don't you?" Harry asked, trying to start a conversation. Lately all he'd been able to think about was her beautiful eyes.
Ron jerked his head up and looked at Harry, "Uh... yeah.. I miss her a lot," he said, trying to avoid the question.
The game continued quietly for about five minutes, and then suddenly;
"Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry asked, without looking up.
"Can I - tell you a secret?" Ron asked, and Harry looked at him. "It's a - a really big secret. I have to know you'll keep it."
Harry nodded, eager to know what it was, "you know you can trust me, Ron."
Ron paused, "Well... I think - I think I'm starting to get feelings for Hermione. Real feelings, and-and Harry?" he looked worried, "I think I'm starting to-fall in love with her."
Harry felt his mouth go dry and he tried not to show the alarm in his face. "W-what?" he stuttered.
"I'm falling in love with Hermione, Harry, and I don't know how to stop it!" Ron had a sound of terror in his voice, "I need help Harry! Help me...." he trailed off into a fit of sobs and Harry didn't have a clue what to do.
"If it makes you feel any better.... I've fallen for her too."
Ron stopped crying and raised his head. A look of pure hatred swept over his face. "No," he started, "no, Harry. Girls are practically flocking to you. You could have any girl you want in this whole fucking school! No one has ever loved me before! Can't you leave Hermione for me?? God, you can be so damn selfish sometimes! I HATE YOU!" he stomped off to his dorm room, and Edbert leapt from Harry's lap and pursued Ron to his room.
Harry was in an utter state of shock. Even Ginny's kiss hadn't scared him this much. He trembled in fear, and cleaned up the chess set nervously. He decided it would be better to sleep on the couch that night.
During the most of the vacation, Harry spent time with Fred and George, who were no fun to be around. All they wanted to do was play practical jokes on Mrs. Norris, which to Harry wasn't as amusing as they thought. Percy was taking all the time he had to spend time with his girlfriend, and whenever he tried to do something with Ginny, it would be too awkward, so they would end up silent in the dining hall staring at the walls. Ron tried to stay far away from Harry, and Harry thought it best to let him be and get it off his chest by himself.
Spending all the time away from Ron, though made all the feelings and thoughts Harry had towards him bubble up to his brain, which he had buried deep down inside of himself quite a while ago. He knew now what the saying, 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder' meant. His heart ached and he pined for Ron to start speaking to him again. God, just to touch him once would make him happy.
Harry pulled the covers up over himself and tried to sleep to another silent goodnight, but his mind filled him with images of Ron. Harry cried himself to sleep that night.
He found himself lying awake on the hospital bed once more, the room completely dark. Confused, Harry tried to sit up, but found the same, soft and moist lips against his.
"What's going on??" Harry thought to himself, as the stranger stopped kissing. But this time, moonlight suddenly shone brightly through the windows illuminating a face very similar to one he knew and loved.
It was Ron's. The red head bent over and put his lips close to Harry's ear and whispered, "Harry, I've wanted you for a long time now. I couldn't wait any longer."
Harry's eyes built up with tears and he nodded, "I've loved you for a long time too." Ron straddled Harry and began to kiss him slowly and tenderly. Harry moaned softly, and their kissing increased. "Oh, Ron," he said slowly, "Ron! Ron!-"
"RON!!!!" Harry sat straight up in his bed throwing the covers off himself. Ron awoke with a start and dashed over to Harry's bed.
"Harry, are you ok? What's going on?"
Harry looked at Ron carefully, "No. Ron I'm not ok." 'Carpe Diem' he thought to himself.
Harry leaned in towards Ron and embraced him in a powerful kiss.
"I really am sorry," she apologized for the twelfth time.
"Don't worry about it," they would reply.
Most of the students left for Christmas vacation, which was a pity, Harry thought, because they wouldn't be able to see the magnificent decorations in the castle. Unfortunately, Hedwig hadn't shown up for about a week and Harry was getting nervous. Sometimes he would sit by the windowsill and stare at the blinding white snow outside, hoping for a glimpse of hope. Ron would sit next to him and try to comfort him, while Scabbers rummaged around in his pocket, which didn't make Harry feel any better.
One evening in the deafeningly quiet Gryffindor Common room, Harry and Ron sat down to a game of Wizards Chess. Edbert had arrived just before the break started, and had been with Harry ever since. He was curled up on his lap snoozing loudly. Ron had a look of deep concentration on his face, trying to figure out what to move next.
"I miss Hermione, don't you?" Harry asked, trying to start a conversation. Lately all he'd been able to think about was her beautiful eyes.
Ron jerked his head up and looked at Harry, "Uh... yeah.. I miss her a lot," he said, trying to avoid the question.
The game continued quietly for about five minutes, and then suddenly;
"Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry asked, without looking up.
"Can I - tell you a secret?" Ron asked, and Harry looked at him. "It's a - a really big secret. I have to know you'll keep it."
Harry nodded, eager to know what it was, "you know you can trust me, Ron."
Ron paused, "Well... I think - I think I'm starting to get feelings for Hermione. Real feelings, and-and Harry?" he looked worried, "I think I'm starting to-fall in love with her."
Harry felt his mouth go dry and he tried not to show the alarm in his face. "W-what?" he stuttered.
"I'm falling in love with Hermione, Harry, and I don't know how to stop it!" Ron had a sound of terror in his voice, "I need help Harry! Help me...." he trailed off into a fit of sobs and Harry didn't have a clue what to do.
"If it makes you feel any better.... I've fallen for her too."
Ron stopped crying and raised his head. A look of pure hatred swept over his face. "No," he started, "no, Harry. Girls are practically flocking to you. You could have any girl you want in this whole fucking school! No one has ever loved me before! Can't you leave Hermione for me?? God, you can be so damn selfish sometimes! I HATE YOU!" he stomped off to his dorm room, and Edbert leapt from Harry's lap and pursued Ron to his room.
Harry was in an utter state of shock. Even Ginny's kiss hadn't scared him this much. He trembled in fear, and cleaned up the chess set nervously. He decided it would be better to sleep on the couch that night.
During the most of the vacation, Harry spent time with Fred and George, who were no fun to be around. All they wanted to do was play practical jokes on Mrs. Norris, which to Harry wasn't as amusing as they thought. Percy was taking all the time he had to spend time with his girlfriend, and whenever he tried to do something with Ginny, it would be too awkward, so they would end up silent in the dining hall staring at the walls. Ron tried to stay far away from Harry, and Harry thought it best to let him be and get it off his chest by himself.
Spending all the time away from Ron, though made all the feelings and thoughts Harry had towards him bubble up to his brain, which he had buried deep down inside of himself quite a while ago. He knew now what the saying, 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder' meant. His heart ached and he pined for Ron to start speaking to him again. God, just to touch him once would make him happy.
Harry pulled the covers up over himself and tried to sleep to another silent goodnight, but his mind filled him with images of Ron. Harry cried himself to sleep that night.
He found himself lying awake on the hospital bed once more, the room completely dark. Confused, Harry tried to sit up, but found the same, soft and moist lips against his.
"What's going on??" Harry thought to himself, as the stranger stopped kissing. But this time, moonlight suddenly shone brightly through the windows illuminating a face very similar to one he knew and loved.
It was Ron's. The red head bent over and put his lips close to Harry's ear and whispered, "Harry, I've wanted you for a long time now. I couldn't wait any longer."
Harry's eyes built up with tears and he nodded, "I've loved you for a long time too." Ron straddled Harry and began to kiss him slowly and tenderly. Harry moaned softly, and their kissing increased. "Oh, Ron," he said slowly, "Ron! Ron!-"
"RON!!!!" Harry sat straight up in his bed throwing the covers off himself. Ron awoke with a start and dashed over to Harry's bed.
"Harry, are you ok? What's going on?"
Harry looked at Ron carefully, "No. Ron I'm not ok." 'Carpe Diem' he thought to himself.
Harry leaned in towards Ron and embraced him in a powerful kiss.