The Love of a Friend Chapter Four -Waking up is tragic, unless there is a reward.-

Author's note- I am so sorry this has taken me the dreadfully long time it has to write another chapter. I had some family problems back in January that made finishing this, and all my other stories, seem unimportant. I've decided to tackle this story with a fresh, new angle. I hope you all enjoy it very much! ~*~RoseRed~*~

As Hermione walked back slowly to her dormitory she couldn't help thinking about the seen she had just witnessed. She didn't know if she was happy for Ron and Harry, or sad for her own lonely self. Since she was the only one who knew, she had no on to talk to and confess her confusing feelings to.

Ron and Harry, on the other hand, were in perfectly good spirits. After Hermione had walked in, they had been a little taken back and a lot embarrassed. Both of them feeling to nervous to start over again, they decided that just sleeping the rest of the night in each others arms was quite enough. It was, after all, only their first day with the new found discovery.

When Ron woke the next morning, light was just beginning to filter through the room. He looked down at Harry, who was curled up in his arms, and thought, 'He's like a little angel, my little angel.' Ron smiled slightly to himself, and roused Harry with a slight kiss on his temple. "Good morning, love."

"Morning, Ron." Traces of sleep were still evident on his small, almost girlish features. Features that Ron found to be, irresistible.

"I think we should get up, Harry." Ron said, before completely abandoning that plan if favor of kissing Harry's full, pink lips.

After a while, Ron got out of bed and walked slowly to the showers. Remembering the kisses they had shared last night made him blush slightly. It didn't help any when he heard the voice of his angel suggesting something wonderful. "Ron, why don't we.ummm.shower together." He said, grinning.

"Are you sure, love? I don't want to do anything you're not really comfortable with."

"Ron," Harry answered in a slightly whiny voice, "since when have you become the assertive one in this relationship? Now, follow me please." As he was saying this he walked right past Ron into the bathroom and started the shower. Ron grinned to himself. As he walked into the bathroom, he laughed silently at seeing how wonderfully unashamed of their new relationship Harry was. He followed Harry's example, and took of his boxers. He was about to slip into the shower when a thought occurred to him. "Harry, ummm, you do realize this is the first time we're actually going to see each others.ummm..lower regions?"

"Of course I do. Come on, Ron, don't ruin the romance of it!" With that, Ron stepped into the shower with a show of self-confidence. The minute he saw Harry any previous thoughts fled quickly from his head. Harry was, in one word, beautiful. All Ron could think to do was grab Harry into an embrace.