CHAPTER 5
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A/N: Thanks to the greatest beta readers ever, Talia and Cathy!
Ron raced down the dimly-lit hallways-sure of what he was going to do, he would tell Harry the truth. As he approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, he whispered the password and was let in. The Gryffindor common room was empty, except for a ghost that floated through the wall. He went up to Harry's bedroom, and his friend lay asleep on the bed. He looked so peaceful, so lovely that Ron didn't want to wake him. A small smile was on his face as he slept, his chest moving up and down in a steady motion. Ron sat next to him, and watched him sleep. He looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Slowly sleep overcame Ron, and he fell asleep next to his love, and dreamed.
Ron was sitting alone in a room, the only one the classroom. He walked out into a deserted hallway, the candles still flickering, giving him enough light to see. It was cold, freezing, and the tall boy started shivering. Where was everybody? Where were you Harry? Ron started to panic as he ran in search of someone. But there was on one. Tears started to pour, down his face as he searched for someone, anyone. Suddenly a dark figure loomed up ahead of him. Ron walked slowly toward it, afraid of who it might be. To his surprise, it was Malfoy. To blond boy looked as if he had been crying for a long time. His eyes were bloodshot and tears stained his fair face. His voice croaked, "Why did you do this to me Ron? How could you?" Ron was on the brink of tears. "I-I. I'm sorry." Malfoy was getting angry. "You did this! It's your fault!"
Ron woke up in a sweat. Those words rang through his head like a bell. "It's your fault." He looked around, and realised he was still next to Harry. He quietly got out of bed, and silently went back to his own bed in the dark. What did this mean? What happened to Harry? Suddenly the answer hit him harder than a bludger. If Ron told Harry that Draco had put a love spell on him, Harry would kill himself.
He didn't know what to do. Harry needed to know the truth. But the truth would hurt him, kill him. He shivered at the mental image of what would happen if Harry did it. As Ron thought about what he should do, the boy he was thinking about entered the room, a huge smile on his face, which faded when he saw Ron. "Ron, I have to talk to you about something." "What?" "It's just that, well. I just don't think that we've been. you know." "As close lately?" "Exactly. It there anything you want to tell me?" "No, not really. It's just that, well." "Well what?" "Don't you think you can do better than Draco Malfoy?" Ron couldn't believe what he had just said. The words just slipped out. Harry got up, and was in a furious rage. "You bastard!" Ron jumped as the door slammed shut. Tears welled up in his eyes and he sat down and started sobbing, head in his hands. What did I do to deserve this? Ron stayed in the same position for a long time, he wasn't sure how long. It wasn't until the last embers of the fire died out and he was left in the dark that he went back to his bed for the last few hours of the night.
* * * Ron woke up on a tear-stained pillow, and winced as he remembered what happened the previous night. How could he do something like that to Harry? He called himself Harry's friend. Friends don't do things like that. Things didn't get any better during the day. The two boys walked right past each other without saying a word, much to Hermione's dismay. "Harry, why aren't you talking to Ron?" "Don't want to." "And why is that?" "None of your business." Hermione was getting impatient. "Harry, tell me what's going on." Harry sat Hermione down. "Herm, you know how long you and me have been friends." "Yeah, and." "Just trust me." Hermione had to give in. "Fine then, but don't come running to me when you want him back." "I won't."
Harry was confused. What was Ron's problem? Did he have a problem with him and Draco? Some people did find this sort of, thing. wrong. No, he decided, he didn't. A thought hit him. Was he jealous? That was it, he decided. Jealous of him. The boy who used to be his best friend couldn't accept the fact that he was with Draco. If only his invisibility cloak wasn't in his room, he could wear it into Gryffindor Tower so he wouldn't have to face Ron. Please don't be there. Please don't be there. Harry walked into the room, only to find Ron sitting on the armchair. "What do you want?" "I want to go to sleep. Why aren't you?" "Can't." Harry walked into his room, and buried his face in the soft pillows of his bed.
A/N Wow, that was a long chapter! Hope you liked it, I did. Thanks for all the great reviews, you really make my day.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Thanks to the greatest beta readers ever, Talia and Cathy!
Ron raced down the dimly-lit hallways-sure of what he was going to do, he would tell Harry the truth. As he approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, he whispered the password and was let in. The Gryffindor common room was empty, except for a ghost that floated through the wall. He went up to Harry's bedroom, and his friend lay asleep on the bed. He looked so peaceful, so lovely that Ron didn't want to wake him. A small smile was on his face as he slept, his chest moving up and down in a steady motion. Ron sat next to him, and watched him sleep. He looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Slowly sleep overcame Ron, and he fell asleep next to his love, and dreamed.
Ron was sitting alone in a room, the only one the classroom. He walked out into a deserted hallway, the candles still flickering, giving him enough light to see. It was cold, freezing, and the tall boy started shivering. Where was everybody? Where were you Harry? Ron started to panic as he ran in search of someone. But there was on one. Tears started to pour, down his face as he searched for someone, anyone. Suddenly a dark figure loomed up ahead of him. Ron walked slowly toward it, afraid of who it might be. To his surprise, it was Malfoy. To blond boy looked as if he had been crying for a long time. His eyes were bloodshot and tears stained his fair face. His voice croaked, "Why did you do this to me Ron? How could you?" Ron was on the brink of tears. "I-I. I'm sorry." Malfoy was getting angry. "You did this! It's your fault!"
Ron woke up in a sweat. Those words rang through his head like a bell. "It's your fault." He looked around, and realised he was still next to Harry. He quietly got out of bed, and silently went back to his own bed in the dark. What did this mean? What happened to Harry? Suddenly the answer hit him harder than a bludger. If Ron told Harry that Draco had put a love spell on him, Harry would kill himself.
He didn't know what to do. Harry needed to know the truth. But the truth would hurt him, kill him. He shivered at the mental image of what would happen if Harry did it. As Ron thought about what he should do, the boy he was thinking about entered the room, a huge smile on his face, which faded when he saw Ron. "Ron, I have to talk to you about something." "What?" "It's just that, well. I just don't think that we've been. you know." "As close lately?" "Exactly. It there anything you want to tell me?" "No, not really. It's just that, well." "Well what?" "Don't you think you can do better than Draco Malfoy?" Ron couldn't believe what he had just said. The words just slipped out. Harry got up, and was in a furious rage. "You bastard!" Ron jumped as the door slammed shut. Tears welled up in his eyes and he sat down and started sobbing, head in his hands. What did I do to deserve this? Ron stayed in the same position for a long time, he wasn't sure how long. It wasn't until the last embers of the fire died out and he was left in the dark that he went back to his bed for the last few hours of the night.
* * * Ron woke up on a tear-stained pillow, and winced as he remembered what happened the previous night. How could he do something like that to Harry? He called himself Harry's friend. Friends don't do things like that. Things didn't get any better during the day. The two boys walked right past each other without saying a word, much to Hermione's dismay. "Harry, why aren't you talking to Ron?" "Don't want to." "And why is that?" "None of your business." Hermione was getting impatient. "Harry, tell me what's going on." Harry sat Hermione down. "Herm, you know how long you and me have been friends." "Yeah, and." "Just trust me." Hermione had to give in. "Fine then, but don't come running to me when you want him back." "I won't."
Harry was confused. What was Ron's problem? Did he have a problem with him and Draco? Some people did find this sort of, thing. wrong. No, he decided, he didn't. A thought hit him. Was he jealous? That was it, he decided. Jealous of him. The boy who used to be his best friend couldn't accept the fact that he was with Draco. If only his invisibility cloak wasn't in his room, he could wear it into Gryffindor Tower so he wouldn't have to face Ron. Please don't be there. Please don't be there. Harry walked into the room, only to find Ron sitting on the armchair. "What do you want?" "I want to go to sleep. Why aren't you?" "Can't." Harry walked into his room, and buried his face in the soft pillows of his bed.
A/N Wow, that was a long chapter! Hope you liked it, I did. Thanks for all the great reviews, you really make my day.