Rating: PG
m/m relationships
Oddness galore.
CHAPTER 1- Nighttime Capers
Ron threw off the covers and sat up, sweating. It was night, or at least extreme early morning, and a ray of moonlight shone through the window onto Neville's bed. Ron glanced over at Harry's bed, and saw that the curtains were drawn. He could also hear muffled sounds coming from within.
Guess Malfoy's riding him hard tonight. Ron yawned, and chuckled quietly. It was a little joke he shared with Seamus when they were in the library and Harry nowhere to be found. Ron hated Malfoy with all his heart and wished the pale bastard would drop dead (preferably while flying on his broomstick in midair), but the notion of Harry and Malfoy being secret lovers had amused him to no end when Seamus had suggested it. It explained Harry's strange disappearances and abated Ron's dejection at finding Harry, the Marauders Map and the Invisibility Cloak missing from the dorm frequently. But, and here Ron shrugged, it was Harry's business where he went, and if he didn't want his best friend to know, fine. There was bound to be a very good reason, and Ron was sure Harry would let him in on all the secrecy sooner or later.
A noise, sounding like a suppressed sob, jolted Ron out of his thoughts. Another nightmare, no doubt, and Ron wondered whether he should go and quiet his friend with soothing words. Although, remembering the last time he tried that, words would not nearly be as helpful as a tranquilizer. Ron still had a faint scar across his cheek from where Harry had lashed out at him.
Maybe I should go cut his nails and then tell him to shut up, he thought sleepily, as Harry continued to moan.
Groaning, Ron pushed himself off the bed and tumbled awkwardly onto the floor with a 'flump'*. "Gah," he muttered, and crawled towards Harry's bed, navigating his way around Seamus' socks and underpants that lay strewn carelessly on the floor by the light of the moon. Stupid git needs a wife, he thought, a comment which will be excused considering his tired state of mind and his lack of sleep.
As he hauled himself to the side of Harry's bed, he heard a soft snore, followed by a faint cry. Ron sighed, wondering what time it was, and dove underneath the curtain. Dragging himself onto the bed, his saw there was someone lying in Harry's bed. A second glance confirmed it was Harry (ha, got you there!). But Ron's eyes widened as he realised there was someone else sleeping besides him.
* Dat's rite. ain't u neva hrd of a 'flump' b4?
Coming up...Chapter 2- Three in a Bed