Nov.02: She's here!!!!!! YAYAYAY! Super happy! And to Coke Jolt, I showed
how Ron was going to talk in the 3rd chapter! 2 more chapters until Draco
shows up again and then the real fun begins!
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Chapter 5
Harry sat in front of the fireplace with the rest of the younger Weasley clan. Charlie, Bill and Percy were in the kitchen helping out their mother with the cooking. While the rest of the family sat inside, hoping that the rain would end so they could go outside and enjoy the summer night and sky.
"So, Harry you were upstairs for an awfully long time." Commented Ginny.
"And?" Harry repositioned himself so that he could completely shield his expression of sheer pleasure for the evening's earlier actions up in Ron's room.
"And? And did anything happen?"
"Would everyone please drop it? Why is everyone so intent on worrying about me when your own brother is upstairs, awaiting the day for his eyesight to leave him? Do you care about him? And if you do, you have a lousy way of showing it. He's scared and all of you are down here, hoping that I finally asked him out." Harry shook his head in disgust and anger as his emotions bubbled over.
"We love Ron."
"You have a funny way of showing it."
Fred sighed aloud. "Harry, we know that Ron doesn't want to see us. We know that he's probably in this phase where he thinks he's too weak and broken to show his face to us. That's the way he mourns. First he'll yearn to be near us, the first few days of this tragedy, then he'll stay shut up in his room until he feels that he has weighed the whole situation over. He'll be back soon."
"How sure are you about that? He's really-"
"Afraid. Scared and above all embarrassed. Am I right?" George said from the armchair that was closest to Harry.
"And he doesn't want to let us see him so unsure of what will happen next. He thinks that we pity him, as he always thinks, and he wants so be depressed by himself so he can figure things out for himself." Ginny added, nonchalantly finishing up her summer work with the help of Hermione.
"Okay, so you know a little of what's going on. But why are you so fixated on he and I being together? Aren't you a bit upset? Angry?" He turned from the fire to watch the others.
"Why would we be?" asked Fred.
"Well, Harry and I are from the Muggle world where homosexuality is thought as, well...if you were, you would want to keep it a secret. Not everyone accepts it." Hermione explained.
"That's stupid! What's so wrong with it?" George wondered. "Harry, here we could care less about that sort of thing. Here we have werewolves, merpeople and an assortment of other things and creatures that are more important to worry about than men and women wanting to be with those of the same sex. So, if that's why you're so upset, then..stop. We'll accept you; we like you and think that you would be perfect for ol' Ronnie-boy. He's at an age where he really doesn't need to cling to his family, even in this crisis. He needs other people. But I really don't see why he doesn't want us to help but Ron was always a bit hard to read."
Harry quietly took in what was being told to him; so they did understand. So they did care. That was very helpful to know, seeing as how he was dying to tell someone what was going on. "You all understand then?"
"Yes. Weren't you listening?" laughed Ginny.
"Harry, if he had some disease that was going to kill him in the next three days then, sure, we'd be all over him but he's losing his eyesight and hearing." Fred said as he moved down to the floor, next to Harry.
"Though detrimental, it's something he'll have to live with. We can't got and kiss his boo-boos every time one pops up. This year will definitely be hard and he won't need us cooing over him. We have to treat him as normal as possible." George added. "So, what happened upstairs?"
"None of your business."
"Something happened! Tell! You know we'll find out about it sooner or later!"
"Details! I want details!"
"Just tell! You know you want to!"
"You know you do! Tell, tell, tell!"
"Fine!" Harry chuckled at the urgency of everyone wanting to know, at the pure giddy he felt, at the fact the Ron didn't shun him. "First, Ron wanted to know how I dealt with all the pressures of last year, about how he felt the same way. Then he taught me some Braille and I couldn't help but tell him everything. I couldn't! He was just too close for me and I came clean to him. I couldn't help myself. I told him how much he meant to me and he didn't seem upset with me in the least bit. In fact, he said he needed to think about it and he wanted me to do something cute to sway his judgement."
"Like?" inquired Hermione.
"I kissed him on the both cheeks, the forehead, both eyelids, complemented him and put my arms around him." Harry instantly felt a warm sensation grow within him as the memory of the sweet moment of a few minutes ago.
"Aww." Resounded from the room.
"Oh shut up." He smiled at them.
"So, is anyone ever going to tell me when dinner is?"
Everyone turned to the staircase that separated the living room and kitchen. Ron was standing on the bottom step, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
"Ron!" Ginny breathed in delight. She scrambled over to him, wrapping him in her arms.
"How demure of you Miss Sixteen." Joked Ron as he placed his arm around her shoulders. "So, when's dinner?"
- Is that all you think of? We have more important things to worry. Weren't you going to help us test out some new products? - George asked, getting up from his seat, stretching.
"See?" Fred whispered as he followed his twin.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Harry dismissed as he carefully watched Ron, who in turn was miserably trying to avoid his gaze.
"I guess Ron is rather happy to be down here..near you." Hermione whispered into his ear after she had cleaned up the mess that Ginny caused as she went to greet her older brother.
"'Mione, hush up." He scolded. But he was joyous to think that the astute girl might be right in her statement. Harry noticed whenever Ron did manage to hold his stare he would blush and abruptly look the other. Ron had given some thought to Harry's proclamation.
Mrs. Weasley bustled into the small hallway containing the staircase and grinned with mirth. "Hasslin' you already. Well, move along children. He's just come down the stairs and you all have already pestered. Let him eat."
"Are you sure that there is room for me? I mean I haven't been down in some time."
- There is always room for you dear. Come 'long. I got your brothers to cook and it actually came out decent. -
Ron complied with his mother by entering the kitchen and sitting down at the table.
"Well, come on, come on. Charlie, go get your father." Mrs. Weasley commanded. "It's time to eat."
So, dinner was under way and the table was full.
"Maybe Ronnie here should have stayed upstairs. There was so much room before he came back." whispered Fred, so his mother couldn't hear.
"Maybe I should have, you prat." Ron commented across from him. "I may not hear you but I can read your lips."
"Damn." Fred cursed amusingly.
The rest of dinner went by without a hitch. Ron ate silently, making a comment whenever it was appropriate, and tried not to look in Harry's direction. Everytime he did manage to sneak a peek, he would blush. How could he like him? Why did he? What was Ron going to say to him once he would ask if he thought about it? All these questions were some of the many that had bombarded him ever since Harry left his room.
After everything was cleaned, the family headed outside where a few old couches and chairs were placed in the back garden. It was a tradition that the Weasleys had; the week before school began, they would spend as much time together before the children went away.
Ginny, Hermione and Percy were on one couch, Bill, and his parents on the other. Fred and George sat on the ground while Ron and Harry shared a loveseat that was turned slightly away from the family.
- It's really nice out here. - Harry was trying desperately to make small talk. After awhile, Ron's need to stay away from him had become less adorable and more deterring.
"It is."
They sat in silence. Ron felt horrible for putting Harry through this, not telling him anything. Should he just come on out and tell him or should he...he should just talk. What else could he do?
"Harry? I'm ready to talk now, if you are." He stared up at the inky sky, dotted with twinkling pinpoints.
"Okay." He turned so that his back was against the armrest. He pulled his legs into an Indian-style position. "Where do you wanna begin?"
"Um, well, I'm scared. I've never done anything like this. Like I said earlier, I don't know what I like and I don't want to ruin anything with you. I think you're really nice, admirable and, oh geez, cute. I do." His face began to turn red, color creeping from his cheeks into his scalp.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I don't know how to really express the astonishment of you liking me. I think that you can have anyone you want."
"Thank you but I don't want anyone else. I want you."
"Harry, shut up! If you keep that up then I won't be able to get this out." He playfully shoved Harry who bashfully resigned to the mock offense.
"Fine. Continue."
"I'm flattered to know that you want me. But I've never been in any sort of relationship and you have. Though you never told me who."
"You would have freaked."
"Anyway," Ron allowed that simple statement to pass. He didn't want to even know. "I think that it would be proper that I tried this out with you. It's not an experiment."
"What else do you call trying something out that you've never done before?"
"I call it an experience. Harry," he turned to face him, "I think it would be wonderful if I had someone to help get me through this. You could be that someone. I was pondering the whole situation and I couldn't come up with any reason as to opposing this. You are my best friend, you're willing to stick by me in all of this. Who else would I choose? I would like to try and see if this could work between us."
Harry let out the breath he was holding. "You do?"
Ron nodded. "But can we take things slowly?"
"Of course." He would do anything if it meant that he and Ron were together.
"Great." He looked back towards the sky, inching his way over to Harry until they were mere centimeters away. "Beautiful night, huh?"
"Not as beautiful as-"
"Harry don't you dare! That is too corny."
"Fine!"
They silently watched the sky. Ron placed his hand on top of Harry's. "We can start here."
"I like this beginning."
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Chapter 5
Harry sat in front of the fireplace with the rest of the younger Weasley clan. Charlie, Bill and Percy were in the kitchen helping out their mother with the cooking. While the rest of the family sat inside, hoping that the rain would end so they could go outside and enjoy the summer night and sky.
"So, Harry you were upstairs for an awfully long time." Commented Ginny.
"And?" Harry repositioned himself so that he could completely shield his expression of sheer pleasure for the evening's earlier actions up in Ron's room.
"And? And did anything happen?"
"Would everyone please drop it? Why is everyone so intent on worrying about me when your own brother is upstairs, awaiting the day for his eyesight to leave him? Do you care about him? And if you do, you have a lousy way of showing it. He's scared and all of you are down here, hoping that I finally asked him out." Harry shook his head in disgust and anger as his emotions bubbled over.
"We love Ron."
"You have a funny way of showing it."
Fred sighed aloud. "Harry, we know that Ron doesn't want to see us. We know that he's probably in this phase where he thinks he's too weak and broken to show his face to us. That's the way he mourns. First he'll yearn to be near us, the first few days of this tragedy, then he'll stay shut up in his room until he feels that he has weighed the whole situation over. He'll be back soon."
"How sure are you about that? He's really-"
"Afraid. Scared and above all embarrassed. Am I right?" George said from the armchair that was closest to Harry.
"And he doesn't want to let us see him so unsure of what will happen next. He thinks that we pity him, as he always thinks, and he wants so be depressed by himself so he can figure things out for himself." Ginny added, nonchalantly finishing up her summer work with the help of Hermione.
"Okay, so you know a little of what's going on. But why are you so fixated on he and I being together? Aren't you a bit upset? Angry?" He turned from the fire to watch the others.
"Why would we be?" asked Fred.
"Well, Harry and I are from the Muggle world where homosexuality is thought as, well...if you were, you would want to keep it a secret. Not everyone accepts it." Hermione explained.
"That's stupid! What's so wrong with it?" George wondered. "Harry, here we could care less about that sort of thing. Here we have werewolves, merpeople and an assortment of other things and creatures that are more important to worry about than men and women wanting to be with those of the same sex. So, if that's why you're so upset, then..stop. We'll accept you; we like you and think that you would be perfect for ol' Ronnie-boy. He's at an age where he really doesn't need to cling to his family, even in this crisis. He needs other people. But I really don't see why he doesn't want us to help but Ron was always a bit hard to read."
Harry quietly took in what was being told to him; so they did understand. So they did care. That was very helpful to know, seeing as how he was dying to tell someone what was going on. "You all understand then?"
"Yes. Weren't you listening?" laughed Ginny.
"Harry, if he had some disease that was going to kill him in the next three days then, sure, we'd be all over him but he's losing his eyesight and hearing." Fred said as he moved down to the floor, next to Harry.
"Though detrimental, it's something he'll have to live with. We can't got and kiss his boo-boos every time one pops up. This year will definitely be hard and he won't need us cooing over him. We have to treat him as normal as possible." George added. "So, what happened upstairs?"
"None of your business."
"Something happened! Tell! You know we'll find out about it sooner or later!"
"Details! I want details!"
"Just tell! You know you want to!"
"You know you do! Tell, tell, tell!"
"Fine!" Harry chuckled at the urgency of everyone wanting to know, at the pure giddy he felt, at the fact the Ron didn't shun him. "First, Ron wanted to know how I dealt with all the pressures of last year, about how he felt the same way. Then he taught me some Braille and I couldn't help but tell him everything. I couldn't! He was just too close for me and I came clean to him. I couldn't help myself. I told him how much he meant to me and he didn't seem upset with me in the least bit. In fact, he said he needed to think about it and he wanted me to do something cute to sway his judgement."
"Like?" inquired Hermione.
"I kissed him on the both cheeks, the forehead, both eyelids, complemented him and put my arms around him." Harry instantly felt a warm sensation grow within him as the memory of the sweet moment of a few minutes ago.
"Aww." Resounded from the room.
"Oh shut up." He smiled at them.
"So, is anyone ever going to tell me when dinner is?"
Everyone turned to the staircase that separated the living room and kitchen. Ron was standing on the bottom step, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
"Ron!" Ginny breathed in delight. She scrambled over to him, wrapping him in her arms.
"How demure of you Miss Sixteen." Joked Ron as he placed his arm around her shoulders. "So, when's dinner?"
- Is that all you think of? We have more important things to worry. Weren't you going to help us test out some new products? - George asked, getting up from his seat, stretching.
"See?" Fred whispered as he followed his twin.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Harry dismissed as he carefully watched Ron, who in turn was miserably trying to avoid his gaze.
"I guess Ron is rather happy to be down here..near you." Hermione whispered into his ear after she had cleaned up the mess that Ginny caused as she went to greet her older brother.
"'Mione, hush up." He scolded. But he was joyous to think that the astute girl might be right in her statement. Harry noticed whenever Ron did manage to hold his stare he would blush and abruptly look the other. Ron had given some thought to Harry's proclamation.
Mrs. Weasley bustled into the small hallway containing the staircase and grinned with mirth. "Hasslin' you already. Well, move along children. He's just come down the stairs and you all have already pestered. Let him eat."
"Are you sure that there is room for me? I mean I haven't been down in some time."
- There is always room for you dear. Come 'long. I got your brothers to cook and it actually came out decent. -
Ron complied with his mother by entering the kitchen and sitting down at the table.
"Well, come on, come on. Charlie, go get your father." Mrs. Weasley commanded. "It's time to eat."
So, dinner was under way and the table was full.
"Maybe Ronnie here should have stayed upstairs. There was so much room before he came back." whispered Fred, so his mother couldn't hear.
"Maybe I should have, you prat." Ron commented across from him. "I may not hear you but I can read your lips."
"Damn." Fred cursed amusingly.
The rest of dinner went by without a hitch. Ron ate silently, making a comment whenever it was appropriate, and tried not to look in Harry's direction. Everytime he did manage to sneak a peek, he would blush. How could he like him? Why did he? What was Ron going to say to him once he would ask if he thought about it? All these questions were some of the many that had bombarded him ever since Harry left his room.
After everything was cleaned, the family headed outside where a few old couches and chairs were placed in the back garden. It was a tradition that the Weasleys had; the week before school began, they would spend as much time together before the children went away.
Ginny, Hermione and Percy were on one couch, Bill, and his parents on the other. Fred and George sat on the ground while Ron and Harry shared a loveseat that was turned slightly away from the family.
- It's really nice out here. - Harry was trying desperately to make small talk. After awhile, Ron's need to stay away from him had become less adorable and more deterring.
"It is."
They sat in silence. Ron felt horrible for putting Harry through this, not telling him anything. Should he just come on out and tell him or should he...he should just talk. What else could he do?
"Harry? I'm ready to talk now, if you are." He stared up at the inky sky, dotted with twinkling pinpoints.
"Okay." He turned so that his back was against the armrest. He pulled his legs into an Indian-style position. "Where do you wanna begin?"
"Um, well, I'm scared. I've never done anything like this. Like I said earlier, I don't know what I like and I don't want to ruin anything with you. I think you're really nice, admirable and, oh geez, cute. I do." His face began to turn red, color creeping from his cheeks into his scalp.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I don't know how to really express the astonishment of you liking me. I think that you can have anyone you want."
"Thank you but I don't want anyone else. I want you."
"Harry, shut up! If you keep that up then I won't be able to get this out." He playfully shoved Harry who bashfully resigned to the mock offense.
"Fine. Continue."
"I'm flattered to know that you want me. But I've never been in any sort of relationship and you have. Though you never told me who."
"You would have freaked."
"Anyway," Ron allowed that simple statement to pass. He didn't want to even know. "I think that it would be proper that I tried this out with you. It's not an experiment."
"What else do you call trying something out that you've never done before?"
"I call it an experience. Harry," he turned to face him, "I think it would be wonderful if I had someone to help get me through this. You could be that someone. I was pondering the whole situation and I couldn't come up with any reason as to opposing this. You are my best friend, you're willing to stick by me in all of this. Who else would I choose? I would like to try and see if this could work between us."
Harry let out the breath he was holding. "You do?"
Ron nodded. "But can we take things slowly?"
"Of course." He would do anything if it meant that he and Ron were together.
"Great." He looked back towards the sky, inching his way over to Harry until they were mere centimeters away. "Beautiful night, huh?"
"Not as beautiful as-"
"Harry don't you dare! That is too corny."
"Fine!"
They silently watched the sky. Ron placed his hand on top of Harry's. "We can start here."
"I like this beginning."