Nov.02: I'M BACK! AND WELL RESTED! That was the best vacation and guess
what??!! It snowed 3 times here in Virginia! So..I don't have too much to
say but:
Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ but there will be no 3-somes...yet!
Thanks ~*Maleficent*~ for loving snow days! And for well wishing me!
THNX ~*Andrea*~ for all the praise! I don't really see the art in this with so much more out there but...thank u!
Thanks ~*Aloh Dark*~ for your praise and your yelling and for your story. Haven't read the new chappie yet but let me tell you..I love it!
Thank You ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ for taking care of the boys but..I kinda need them back..I think it's been a week.
THNX ~*gHoSt WriTTeR*~ for your wonderful story Deepest Secrets! I LOVE SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY! I've been reading that 4 who knows how long!
And Thank you ~*Tuuli*~ for staying with this and our story..thought I haven't gotten to it yet.
So on with the story!
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Chpt 15
The day was Sunday. Ah, blessed Sunday. The day of saintly rest. A day to reflect on old surroundings, new awakenings and much needed rest. Ron was finally back in the common room, with his friends, happy about last night. He and Draco had partaken in a crucial night of fornication. A night to show that they both wanted the other. Ron needed last night to remind himself that Draco was different than his public persona. And Draco needed that night to reinforce his desire, his love, for Ron.
But Ron didn't worry too much about their renewal of sexual intercourse, but of getting some straight answers from him. Why did Draco leave him that night? Why would Draco not speak to him after the fact, in the form of a letter? Did Draco really love him? Ron was going to find out the answers to these questions later tonight. After everyone was asleep, in the North Tower, and simply ask why?
Ron sat comfortably in front of the fire. Everyone had just left him alone. All the well wishes, 'good to see you back' and all the questions about health and survival were lovely but he needed time to himself. To ready himself for tonight.
In come Hermione and Harry, after pushing everyone out and upstairs, as to leave Ron be.
"I have to go. Oliver called an emergency meeting that all of the Qudditch team must attend. I'll be back as soon as possible, okay?" Harry rambled as he stood behind the couch, waiting expectantly for Ron's reply.
"Alright. No need to go mental about anything. I don't think I'll be put underwater anytime soon. But if so, you'll be the first person I notify." Smiled Ron.
"I know but-"
"You still feel a little uneasy about the whole thing. You still think it's your fault. Well, let me tell you something: it wasn't your fault and with Herm here, I'll be all right. Now go or you'll be late." Ron grin as he turned around to meet Harry's gaze, hoping beyond hope that he would leave.
"Fine, goodbye. I'll be back." Harry called as he left the tower.
"Thank goodness." The red haired boy sighed.
"Excuse me?" Hermione muttered from behind her rather large book of spells.
"Nothing,"
"Are you sure? You seem a bit uneasy about something." She commented, closing the book.
"Well.....there is one thing."
"What? Tell me Ron. You know I'm here to listen and help whenever I can."
"It's about," his eyes roamed the room, searching for the answer.
"The boy who broke your heart."
"When you put it like that, I don't think you'll like what I have to say."
"Tell me!" she persisted.
"I think we're back together."
Hermione slid the book off her lap, letting the soft thud echo throughout the room and took a seat next to him. "What? What happened? I thought you were over him?"
"Me too. I thought I was over the boy. I thought I had my fill but last night." Ron tapered off as the previous night's affairs all came back to him.
"And? Tell me. You seem so blissful."
"I am. Last night he came to the hospital wing to check up on me, more or less. He told me some things that included something along the lines of 'does he love you as much as I do?'"
Hermione sat, shocked. "Who? What 'he'?"
"Um.." Should he tell Hermione about him and the relationship with Harry, if you call fooling around a relationship.
"Go on."
"Well, I was surprised as ever. I didn't think that he would actually say something like that. As you know, I had already told him my feelings, which still remain to this day, and to hear that he loved me. It was...amazing."
"Oh, I get it. Ron, Harry and I kinda discovered that this guy is in Slytherin. So I understand why you won't tell a soul about your guy." Hermione confided, seeing that Ron was authentically happy.
"How did you find out?"
"After that day in Care of Magical Creatures, when you confronted the guy. We questioned Malfoy, who protected his housemate. I wish I knew I close we were to discovering your mystery guy's identity."
//You don't know how close you really were// mused Ron.
"I won't tell just yet. Not until I'm certain you and everyone here won't freak out about the guy truly is. I'm especially worried about telling Harry."
"Why would Harry care?" Hermione wondered. "He's your best friend. Though this guy is probably less than flattering since he's Slytherin, but Harry only wants you happy."
"Can you keep a secret? And above all don't judge on what I have to say."
"Ron," she whispered, "I would never judge you."
A coppery-red eyebrow quirked at the statement.
"Not if it means something to you."
"Okay," he took a semi-calming breath. "Ever since the Yule Ball me and Harry have been getting to know each other."
"What? Don't you know each other already." A sudden idea popped into her head. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah, isn't that terrible. I wish I hadn't done it."
"Well, why not? Didn't you feel a whole lot better about it after the fact?"
"No, I essentially cheated." Where and what was she getting on about?
"Hold on. Talking to Harry after you two hadn't spoken in months is cheating?"
"No," So that's what she was talking about. Not about he and Harry sleeping together but about them reacquainting to one another. "Not that at all. We got to know each other physically. I don't think even think a mediwizard could have done a more thorough examination of the body."
"Oh? Oh. Ohhhh. Ron! Who could you? He's your friend after all."
"I know this!" he exclaimed, erupting from his seat, running his hands through his hand nervously.
"What will Harry say when he finds out? You know how sensitive he is." Hermione asked gently. She had to realize how difficult this was for Ron. He was discovering his true sexuality, gotten himself into a relationship with a boy and had sex with his best friend. Geez, he really knew how to put a girl to shame.
"I know." He stood in front of the fire, allowing its warmth heat him, relax him as the severity of his situation began to flow over him. Draco loved him, he knew that now, but he saw Ron with Harry. How would he react to this tonight?
"Ron...I'm sorry." The Gryffindor came to her housemate's emotional rescue. "I have a strong feeling that this is hurting you and tearing you up inside."
"It is. What am I going to do?" the boy asked, sheepishly.
"Talk to Harry."
"Talk to me about what?" Harry called forth as he and the rest of the team came streaming into the common room.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Rushed Ron, as not to start a serious conversation that would leave with a massively scarred boy-hero in its wake.
"You sure?" he peered into Ron and Hermione's worried eyes.
"Yeah. How about we all head down to the Great Hall. Dinner should be starting soon." Hermione said.
"Sure," the three headed down to the dinning room, with the friendship still in tact.
//But for how much longer?// Ron thought.
Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ but there will be no 3-somes...yet!
Thanks ~*Maleficent*~ for loving snow days! And for well wishing me!
THNX ~*Andrea*~ for all the praise! I don't really see the art in this with so much more out there but...thank u!
Thanks ~*Aloh Dark*~ for your praise and your yelling and for your story. Haven't read the new chappie yet but let me tell you..I love it!
Thank You ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ for taking care of the boys but..I kinda need them back..I think it's been a week.
THNX ~*gHoSt WriTTeR*~ for your wonderful story Deepest Secrets! I LOVE SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY! I've been reading that 4 who knows how long!
And Thank you ~*Tuuli*~ for staying with this and our story..thought I haven't gotten to it yet.
So on with the story!
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Chpt 15
The day was Sunday. Ah, blessed Sunday. The day of saintly rest. A day to reflect on old surroundings, new awakenings and much needed rest. Ron was finally back in the common room, with his friends, happy about last night. He and Draco had partaken in a crucial night of fornication. A night to show that they both wanted the other. Ron needed last night to remind himself that Draco was different than his public persona. And Draco needed that night to reinforce his desire, his love, for Ron.
But Ron didn't worry too much about their renewal of sexual intercourse, but of getting some straight answers from him. Why did Draco leave him that night? Why would Draco not speak to him after the fact, in the form of a letter? Did Draco really love him? Ron was going to find out the answers to these questions later tonight. After everyone was asleep, in the North Tower, and simply ask why?
Ron sat comfortably in front of the fire. Everyone had just left him alone. All the well wishes, 'good to see you back' and all the questions about health and survival were lovely but he needed time to himself. To ready himself for tonight.
In come Hermione and Harry, after pushing everyone out and upstairs, as to leave Ron be.
"I have to go. Oliver called an emergency meeting that all of the Qudditch team must attend. I'll be back as soon as possible, okay?" Harry rambled as he stood behind the couch, waiting expectantly for Ron's reply.
"Alright. No need to go mental about anything. I don't think I'll be put underwater anytime soon. But if so, you'll be the first person I notify." Smiled Ron.
"I know but-"
"You still feel a little uneasy about the whole thing. You still think it's your fault. Well, let me tell you something: it wasn't your fault and with Herm here, I'll be all right. Now go or you'll be late." Ron grin as he turned around to meet Harry's gaze, hoping beyond hope that he would leave.
"Fine, goodbye. I'll be back." Harry called as he left the tower.
"Thank goodness." The red haired boy sighed.
"Excuse me?" Hermione muttered from behind her rather large book of spells.
"Nothing,"
"Are you sure? You seem a bit uneasy about something." She commented, closing the book.
"Well.....there is one thing."
"What? Tell me Ron. You know I'm here to listen and help whenever I can."
"It's about," his eyes roamed the room, searching for the answer.
"The boy who broke your heart."
"When you put it like that, I don't think you'll like what I have to say."
"Tell me!" she persisted.
"I think we're back together."
Hermione slid the book off her lap, letting the soft thud echo throughout the room and took a seat next to him. "What? What happened? I thought you were over him?"
"Me too. I thought I was over the boy. I thought I had my fill but last night." Ron tapered off as the previous night's affairs all came back to him.
"And? Tell me. You seem so blissful."
"I am. Last night he came to the hospital wing to check up on me, more or less. He told me some things that included something along the lines of 'does he love you as much as I do?'"
Hermione sat, shocked. "Who? What 'he'?"
"Um.." Should he tell Hermione about him and the relationship with Harry, if you call fooling around a relationship.
"Go on."
"Well, I was surprised as ever. I didn't think that he would actually say something like that. As you know, I had already told him my feelings, which still remain to this day, and to hear that he loved me. It was...amazing."
"Oh, I get it. Ron, Harry and I kinda discovered that this guy is in Slytherin. So I understand why you won't tell a soul about your guy." Hermione confided, seeing that Ron was authentically happy.
"How did you find out?"
"After that day in Care of Magical Creatures, when you confronted the guy. We questioned Malfoy, who protected his housemate. I wish I knew I close we were to discovering your mystery guy's identity."
//You don't know how close you really were// mused Ron.
"I won't tell just yet. Not until I'm certain you and everyone here won't freak out about the guy truly is. I'm especially worried about telling Harry."
"Why would Harry care?" Hermione wondered. "He's your best friend. Though this guy is probably less than flattering since he's Slytherin, but Harry only wants you happy."
"Can you keep a secret? And above all don't judge on what I have to say."
"Ron," she whispered, "I would never judge you."
A coppery-red eyebrow quirked at the statement.
"Not if it means something to you."
"Okay," he took a semi-calming breath. "Ever since the Yule Ball me and Harry have been getting to know each other."
"What? Don't you know each other already." A sudden idea popped into her head. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah, isn't that terrible. I wish I hadn't done it."
"Well, why not? Didn't you feel a whole lot better about it after the fact?"
"No, I essentially cheated." Where and what was she getting on about?
"Hold on. Talking to Harry after you two hadn't spoken in months is cheating?"
"No," So that's what she was talking about. Not about he and Harry sleeping together but about them reacquainting to one another. "Not that at all. We got to know each other physically. I don't think even think a mediwizard could have done a more thorough examination of the body."
"Oh? Oh. Ohhhh. Ron! Who could you? He's your friend after all."
"I know this!" he exclaimed, erupting from his seat, running his hands through his hand nervously.
"What will Harry say when he finds out? You know how sensitive he is." Hermione asked gently. She had to realize how difficult this was for Ron. He was discovering his true sexuality, gotten himself into a relationship with a boy and had sex with his best friend. Geez, he really knew how to put a girl to shame.
"I know." He stood in front of the fire, allowing its warmth heat him, relax him as the severity of his situation began to flow over him. Draco loved him, he knew that now, but he saw Ron with Harry. How would he react to this tonight?
"Ron...I'm sorry." The Gryffindor came to her housemate's emotional rescue. "I have a strong feeling that this is hurting you and tearing you up inside."
"It is. What am I going to do?" the boy asked, sheepishly.
"Talk to Harry."
"Talk to me about what?" Harry called forth as he and the rest of the team came streaming into the common room.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Rushed Ron, as not to start a serious conversation that would leave with a massively scarred boy-hero in its wake.
"You sure?" he peered into Ron and Hermione's worried eyes.
"Yeah. How about we all head down to the Great Hall. Dinner should be starting soon." Hermione said.
"Sure," the three headed down to the dinning room, with the friendship still in tact.
//But for how much longer?// Ron thought.