Well this is the 6th chapter! It starts off with Harry and Ron, and a huge confession from Harry AND Ron, and a very shocked and confused Ron AND Harry! lol! Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for all those people who reviewed! It's after all my story, so no matter what you think, it's for my own enjoyment because you can't please everyone =). To Rachel and Valerie, my loyal reviewers =D! You're the best!

Chapter 6- Confessions

Harry's jaw dropped as he stared, horror stricken, at Ron, who was in turn, glaring at him, his blue eyes cold slits, as his breath came out raggedly. Harry slowly shut his mouth as he watched Ron. Harry didn't understand, how the hell could Ron of known? Harry never said anything at all, no one else knew, there was only one piece of evidence that linked him to Draco….Harry gasped out loud when realized what had happened. Ron had found the note! Harry groaned inwardly as he took a step towards Ron. Surprisingly, Ron didn't move. Harry chose to take this as a good thing.

"Ron," he began hesitantly, "you found the note…didn't you?" Ron only nodded his head. Harry waited for further explanation.

"You dropped it…when you left the library." Ron supplied for him. Harry cursed, and Ron smirked. "Not very good at keeping secrets, are you Harry?"

"It wasn't a bloody secret, Ron!" Harry shot back. "My god, it was a note! Draco gave it to me and told me to meet at the Prefects-" Harry had babbled on, until

Ron had interrupted him.

"When the HELL did you start calling *him* by his first name?" Ron screeched in a suppressed voice. He tried hard to keep his voice down, but if Harry kept throwing those odd curve balls his way, he was going to wake up the whole goddamn castle.

"Since tonight." Harry answered dully, walking over to the couch and plopping himself down on it. He stared solemnly into the fireplace which glowed still, but only embers remained in the hearth. Ron regarded him wearily, his face full of surfacing concern.

"Harry…" Ron trailed off, looking at his best friend helplessly. He didn't understand why Harry was looking so sad. Almost depressed. Ron wanted to know what was wrong.

"It's ok Ron." Harry stated softly, not taking his gaze from the fire. "It's just….well to be honest…tonight I think I realized I'm not exactly straight." Harry threw caution to the wind, and just decided to be honest. He didn't know how Ron would react, and frankly, he didn't care, he was tired, and after his encounter with Draco, he felt drained, and just wanted to go to sleep.

"I knew…" Ron whispered cautiously. Harry's eyes snapped to Ron's.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked surprised, and sat up to face Ron, who had walked over to a chair, and sat down on it.

"I think I knew Harry. I mean…that day when you had asked Hermione to the Yule Ball, when Malfoy found us in the halls…the look you were giving him…almost as if you had planned it, wanted to make him jealous…but then I got confused when you looked at Hermione…" Ron trailed off and sighed heavily. He was confused. He had thought Harry liked Hermione as well, but when he had seen the way Harry had looked at Draco…Ron had caught him once in Potions…the day after he had picked up the note…Harry had a look of pure lust on his face, when Malfoy had been staring at Harry. It would have been clear to anyone if they had seen the brief exchange. But that's all it had been. Ron did know what lust looked like, and Malfoy and Harry were reeking of it.

"God Ron…" Harry breathed and buried his face in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? He did like Hermione…no…he loved her. Yes, he did love her; he was physically attracted to her as well. He didn't love Draco…at least…he didn't think he did. How could he? They hated each other. That's the way it was. Harry suddenly came to a conclusion, and he had looked up at Ron as he spoke.

"Ron, I think I maybe Bi." Ron looked at him a little while before he replied.

"This means you do feel that way about Hermione." Ron stated, feeling his blood boil as his fingers gripped the arms of the chair tightly. Harry watched his best friend in turmoil and quickly spoke.

"Yes, but she's yours Ron. I know that, I swear I only want you and Hermione to be together. You're meant to be." Harry had meant it, believed it too. He looked at Ron pleadingly, and Ron saw the sincerity in his eyes, and eventually he smiled.

"Harry, you don't have to explain. I may be a git, easily jealous git at that," Ron smirked. "But I can understand completely why you like her; I mean…she's got to be the sexiest girl in school! Not to mention your best friend." Ron winked jokingly and the two of them laughed. Once they had stopped, silence returned to the Common Room, and then Harry broke it.

"And Malfoy…" he whispered, more to himself then to Ron. But Ron spoke up anyway.

"What exactly happened tonight, Harry?" Ron gazed at him intently, and Harry blushed furiously, and watched horrified, as Ron's eyes widened considerably.

"Oh my god, you're joking?" Ron whispered. Harry met his gaze and said quietly:

"He tried to seduce me…" Ron blanched, and he had turned so incredibly white, Harry feared that he was going to pass out. But soon, the paleness had been replaced by a blush that was somewhat similar to Harry's, but paled in compassion when next Ron spoke again:

"Did you like it?" Ron laughed as he watched Harry's eyes begin to haze over, the apparent lust clearly etched on his features.

"Oh god Ron…"He barely breathed. "It was so incredible…I thought I would explode…but I didn't let him take me." Harry managed to choke out. Ron nodded, in understanding.

"What did he say when you wouldn't let him?" The lust had disappeared from Harry's face then, and it was replaced by a look of pain and worry.

"That he would seduce Hermione…so I would know who I really belonged too." Ron shot out of his chair, and Harry shot up right after him and pulled him down to the floor and he tackled him to the ground, and held his hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming. Ron's face had turned as red as his hair, and his face was scrunched up with utter fury. Suddenly, his blue eyes had cleared from their look of anger, and fear suddenly clouded his pale blue eyes. Harry was looking down at him questioningly.

"What?" He asked, wondering what Ron was suddenly afraid of. Harry removed his hand so Ron could speak.

"Harry…what is that?" Harry felt, as he began to panic, the bulge between his legs, as Ron shifted uncomfortably underneath him.

"Oh my god, Ron I'm so sorry!" Harry shifted to get off him, but surprisingly Ron whispered:

"It's alright." Harry looked at him with confusion covering his porcelain-like face as he froze, his body still covering Ron's.

"Harry, I have something to admit as well…" Ron said, not looking up at Harry.

"Ron you aren't going to tell me you're Bi…are you?" Harry asked incredulously.

"No!" squeaked Ron. "Well, not entirely." Harry's eyebrows shot up so high, his bangs covered them. Ron would have laughed at the sight, but he needed to get this out.

"This summer…when you were over and Hermione was in France still…I thought…no...I had this dream…about you." Harry almost collapsed from shock. Ron? Had a dream about him! *That* kind of dream! This was so insane.

"Ron…?" Harry asked questioning the red head underneath him.

"No let me finish. This has been eating away at me for a while. It *was* that kind of dream, Harry." He said as if reading Harry's thoughts. "I dreamt that we were on the field where we played quidditch…and you made love to me…Harry…I liked it. I really did, I had never felt so good before…but then Hermione had come back, and I couldn't stop thinking about her, and I had forgotten about the dream I had about you. But when you admitted to me just before that you thought you were gay…I remembered, and I decided I had to tell you." Ron finished, out of breath, feeling relief wash over him, as he felt Harry's strong chest against his. It wasn't anything sexual. They were two best friends, telling their secrets to one another, confessing and trusting in one another. It felt great; Ron and Harry both felt the strong bond between them. Harry was smiling down at Ron, and Ron was staring up into Harry's large green eyes. Ron wondered what it would be like to kiss Harry's soft pink lips. Suddenly, Ron realized that his lips looked swollen, and he grinned as he realized that Malfoy must have gotten a little too wild.

"Nice lips Harry." Harry blushed and narrowed his eyes. It wouldn't hurt to tease Ron just a bit…after all…it was only an experiment, right? Harry bent his head and brushed his lips against Ron's. Harry heard Ron gasp sharply, and Harry pulled away, smirking. Ron thought he looked like Malfoy when he did that.

"Yours aren't that bad either." Harry commented, making Ron blush to the roots of his hair again. After Ron's features had returned to normal, he looked back up at Harry.

 "I honestly don't believe I feel anything sexual towards you Harry." Harry only smiled, and nodded, reading the look in Ron's eyes. It was indeed the truth. Ron was deeply in love with Hermione. The dream about Harry had just been his hormones. Harry rolled off Ron, and sat, legs akimbo, on the floor beside Ron. Ron's breath became even once more when he had calmed down over the comment about Malfoy seducing Hermione. Ron wondered how Harry was going to keep Malfoy away from Hermione. They obviously were not going to tell her, because she'll simply avoid the concept completely. She wouldn't think that a "mudblood" such as herself could ever interest a pureblood like Malfoy. Ron turned on his side then, to face Harry, and decided to ask.

"How are you going to keep him away from her?" Harry raised an eyebrow, seemingly in thought as he watched Ron.

"Simple. Stay with her the whole time." Harry looked down at his nails and rubbed them against his robe, he then remembered his clothes which he had carelessly dropped when he saw Ron. The robe felt heavy and he wanted to take it off, but he couldn't because all he was wearing were his boxers.

"Harry, you can't be with her the whole time. Hermione doesn't even have the same classes as us! She's got the class with Professor Vector when we have Divination!" Harry did know this of course, but he chose to ignore the comment all the same.

"We'll walk her to class, then." Ron rolled his eyes.

"What about after class? We always have to stay later, no matter what we do! Besides, Professor Vector likes to take his students in the corridors, or when the weather is nice, which it is, outdoors to the courtyard. How the hell are we going to be with her then? And when she goes to bed? The bathroom? God Harry…Malfoy is the most devious person we know, besides his father, Snape, and Voldemort…what the hell would stop him from invading her dorm?" Harry was looking at Ron, his eyebrows knit, thinking hard. How could they be with her during those times? He couldn't let his guard down anytime…how could he have forgotten how corrupt Malfoy was? And after their little encounter…Harry shuddered. They'd have to do something.

"When she goes to the washroom, we'll simply wait outside, to make sure Malfoy doesn't get in. Or, I could use my invisibility cloak to go in with her when she doesn't know. Plus, Pavarti and Lavender will be in the room with her when she's sleeping. He wouldn't try and seduce her while there are other girls in the dorm. Besides, we already know when he's going to do it, the easiest time, when no one is in their rooms, during the Yule Ball. But, you and I will be with the entire time to make sure he doesn't get her away from us. She'll be safe, we'll walk her to her dorm, make sure Lavender and Pavarti are with her, and everything will be fine." Harry finished, his head bent, staring at the carpet, feeling Ron's eyes on him. He looked up and waited.

"You know perfectly well Lavender and Pavarti will be sleeping in different dorms that night. Lavender is dating a boy in Ravenclaw, and Pavarti is dating Seamus. They'll obviously be sleeping with their boyfriends, those stupid sluts." Ron finished bitterly, lifting himself off the ground into a sitting position in front of Harry. Harry sighed heavily. He forgot about that. Night would be their enemy from now on. They would have to get Dumbledore on this one. Hermione did have her prefect's room…but she was alone there. Harry would have preferred her to be with others in a place Malfoy could easily find then have her alone in a place Malfoy probably would have discovered with the help of his death eater of a father.

"I can't let her leave me sight during the Yule Ball." Harry stated resolutely. Ron's eyes narrowed at this, but he chose not to discuss the comment.

"I'll of course be there as well." Ron stated softly, making sure the anger stayed out of his voice. Harry looked up, startled. Well of course Ron was going to be there, he had just assumed….Not assumed. You bloody well thought she was yours to protect, Harry thought grimly. She was Ron's. End of story. Harry looked into Ron's eyes apologetically.

"Of course you'll be there. You'll be dancing with her, won't you?" Ron smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back. Ron got off the ground and stretched.

"And what will you do about Malfoy?" It was supposed to be an innocent question, but Ron couldn't help but smirk. Harry merely blushed and coughed.

"I can handle him." He replied meekly. Ron snorted.

"You mean just like you handled him tonight?" Harry blushed furiously and stood up abruptly.

"That wasn't my fault!" he hissed at Ron. "I was defenseless! I left my wand upstairs!" Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

"You bloody well knew why he wanted to meet you, and yet you didn't take your wand? Harry are you daft? My god! He might of hurt you! You can be so careless at times…" Ron trailed off, and it was Harry's turn to snort. Ron glared at him through narrowed eyes.

"What the hell was that for?" Ron challenged.

"Oh nothing…" said Harry breezily as he grinned cheekily at the red haired boy. Ron growled, and Harry laughed. "Calm down! I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Right…"said Ron, still glaring at Harry. "I'm going to bed. You coming?" asked Ron.

"Yah… eventually." Harry said quietly. Ron nodded, understanding he had to think. He sprinted up the stairs and out of Harry's sight. Harry sighed and sat down on the couch.

   He knew he could easily watch over Hermione without Draco getting her away from him long enough to….Harry gulped. He wouldn't think about that now. He walked over to his clothes that lay on the floor where he had dropped them, and picked them up and he trudged slowly up the stairs to his dormitory and climbed into bed and threw of his robes. He peered into the darkness where the shape of Ron's form on the other bed lay. Ron had already fallen asleep and he was breath came out evenly. Harry turned onto his back and peered upwards into more darkness. He wanted to feel the warm soft skin of Hermione next to him in bed. He sighed contently before his thoughts turned to a particular blond haired boy, whose skin was like ice, and the exact opposite of his beloved Hermione's.

The next chapter won't be for a while now. I just received a publishing contract for the book I'm writing. Most of my time will be devoted to that. But I'm sure you all can wait! But you'll have to! Bye everyone!