Harry spent most of the day on the 29th sitting impatiently in the living room. He had packed his trunk and gathered his school things the previous day. He was excited about seeing Ron and leaving the Dursley's. He got up and began to check his trunk for the umpteenth time when he heard a rumbling and soft thud from behind him. He turned around and ran to embrace the tall, soot covered figure. "Ron, it is great to see you!"
"Oy, Harry, get off. Can't a boy stand up before being attacked?" Harry backed away sheepishly and offered a hand to pull Ron up. He hasn't changed much and isn't that good? He still has that toned build from being a chaser the past two years. He must have been practicing outside a lot since he has more freckles than before. Ron noticed Harry's gaping and chuckled. "Miss me much?"
"Uh, sorry. I thought your mum and dad were coming," he stated, quickly changing he subject.
"Oh no. Dad had to be at the Ministry early today and mum is spending the day with Ginny in Diagon Alley." Ron motioned towards Harry's trunk, "Got everything?"
Harry nodded and moved towards the fireplace, hauling his trunk behind him. Ron offered him a sack full of floo powder. Harry grabbed a handful and threw it into the grate yelling The Burrow loudly.
Harry found himself on the floor in the Wesley's living room. He stood up and brushed himself off. Ron quickly arrived behind him. He hauled himself off of the floor and sighed. "I will be happy when I can just apparate somewhere. This is the worst kind of travel ever." He grabbed Harry's trunk and began to lug it up the stairs. "Give me a hand, will ya?" Harry moved to take hold of the other side of the trunk. He accidentally brushed Ron's hand in the process and blushed. Ron didn't notice; he was babbling about the new quidditch tactics he had come up with over break. Harry sighed. Come off of it Potter, this isn't like you. Ron is your best friend and you are acting like a schoolgirl around him.
They made it up the stairs without further incident and dropped Harry's trunk on the floor with a loud thump. Harry flopped down on the other bed in Ron's room and turned to face him. "So, what is up for today?"
"I thought we might get some quid ditch in before dinner. I want to show you some things I have come up with for the team this year," Rom said enthusiastically. He grabbed his broom and rummaged through Harry's trunk to find his Firebolt. "Here," he said offering a hand to Harry. He pulled his friend to his feet and started off down the stairs. Harry watched his retreating form. God, that boy is gorgeous. I did not just think that…shit. "Get a grip on yourself," he muttered under his breath.
"Are you coming or what?" Ron shouted impatiently. Harry walked slowly out of the room hoping to gain some composure before going down the stairs. This is going to be a long month if I don't get myself under control.