Title: Crush

Author: Skye (Meeeee!)

Email: wolf_girl2000@msn.com

Date: 3/9/02

Category: Romance

Pairing: Harry/Ron SLASH!

Rating: PG13 to be safe for later on

Summary: Ron has a crush on Harry…will Harry find out?

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!!!

Authors Note: Ok this is my first fan fic EVER! I hope you like it! Please

R&R - I hope I get good reviews, helpful criticism is welcome but please NO

FLAMES! There'll be more chapters if I get feedback. Thanx! .::Skye::.

Ron sat silently on the worn couch in the corner of the Gryffindor common room, pretending to be engrossed in his History of Quidditch book. Of course he wasn't really reading it, he was alternating between daydreaming, and shooting cautious glances at the object of his thoughts. For Ronald Weasley had a crush on his best friend. A very large crush indeed. Now 16, and in his 7th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ron hadn't changed much from the tall, gangly lad he had been when he first enrolled there. He was still tall, still gangly, and still had the same mop of unruly ginger hair. Much more noticeable though, was the change in his best friend Harry. Being on the Quidditch team, he exercised regularly, and now had a body many of the other boys envied. He still had his boyish good looks, and innocent face, but that just added to his allure. Of course all this reeled in the girls, and Ron had fallen for it too. But Harry was only interested in one person in THAT way: Cho Chang. Although he knew he never stood a chance with Harry, he still hated it when had to listen to him going on and on about her. He sighed to himself. Things would be so much simpler if he didn't feel this way.

It had all started about three weeks ago, when Ron had awoken one night very hot and sweating profusely, completely betrayed by his body. He could still remember the dream vividly; the passionate kisses, the intimate caresses, the…he stopped himself before he got too carried away. At first he had been disgusted with himself – how could he think about his best friend that way? More importantly, his best MALE friend. But over the weeks, he had grown to accept his secret crush, enjoy it even. Daydreaming about Harry could make the most boring lessons pass by in a flash, and always gave him a warm feeling inside. Of course it would have to remain just that – a secret. How would Harry react if he knew his best friend had a crush on him? Ron could only imagine his disgust – after all Harry was probably the straightest person in the whole of Gryffindor, and Ron knew just how much he liked Cho.

Sneaking another glance at Harry, who was with Hermione on the other side of the room, talking about a homework assignment, Ron felt the familiar warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took in the black hair, flopping over his forehead in a way that was so innocent yet, to Ron, so sexy. The bottom of his famous lightning scar just showed underneath. His eyes travelled down Harry's face, to the round glasses that gave him his boyish look, and the striking green eyes behind them, then down to his full red lips. He could only imagine how soft they would feel upon his own. And that's not the only place he imagined they'd be soft on…Ron's train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he realised that Harry had caught him staring. Hurriedly he turned his eyes back to the Quidditch book, the tips of his ears burning. A few seconds later and Harry was seated beside him on the worn couch.

"Hey Ron!" He smiled crookedly at his best friend. Ron loved that smile, the way his cheeks dimpled and his eyes sparkled, and the way it made his stomach turn somersaults. "Did you want something? You were looking at me all funny."

"Um…no I…I was just making sure you and Hermione weren't getting up to anything." He stuttered, trying to force a smile while turning even redder.

Harry chuckled. "Why? Are you jealous that she was talking to me and not you?" he asked with a wink. Harry was convinced that Ron had a crush on Hermione. If only he knew the truth.

"Come off it! Course I'm not jealous!" Silently he added 'Well, not of what you think.' His stomach felt like a whole jar of caterpillars had suddenly changed into butterflies and were all trying to escape at once. He was all too aware of Harry's knee brushing against his, setting his heart racing.

Turning towards Harry, Ron noticed that he was staring at him with a very odd look on his face. 'Oh no' he thought to himself 'what if he suspects something?' To spare any further embarrassment he let out a forced yawn then stood up. "I think I'll go to bed now. See ya later!" And with that he hurried up to their dorm room, leaving behind a rather putout Harry.

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Ok that's the end of this chapter! What do you think so far? Should I write more? R&R!!!!!!!!!!

.::Skye::.

xoxo