A/n: My first fic. Please don't kill me. Constructive criticism is most
welcome. Characters are probably a bit ooc.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (duh)
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Ron Weasley woke up as the morning rays filled the dorm. Rolling over onto his side, he looked at the black haired boy in the bed next to his. He looked so innocent, like a sleeping baby. Ron had felt this way about Harry Potter for many years, but only recently had Harry filled his dreams. Ron propped himself up on his elbow, remembering the dream he had. It had involved a lot of intimacy between him and Harry. Ron sighed. He knew it would only happen in his dreams. He then turned his mind to happier thoughts. Christmas!
Harry woke to Ron's grinning face.
"Wake-up Harry! Presents! Merry Christmas!"
Sitting up and stretching, Harry reached over for his glasses and put them on. He then turned to his small pile of presents. He opened one. The Dursely's. It contained a pebble and two tissues. The rest of Harry's presents included another knitted jumper from Mrs Weasley plus a lot of home-made toffees and sweets, Hagrid's own Cauldron Cakes, which Harry placed carefully aside, Hermione had given him 'Hogwarts: A History' and from Ron... "Oh, wow Ron! This is great!" Harry said, flicking through the photo album, filled with all their friends. "Wow Ron! This is fantastic! Thank you so much!"
Ron went scarlet. He hadn't expected Harry to like his present this much. Ron had made sure there were lots of photos of him and Harry. He hoped maybe it would bring Harry closer to him
"What did you get from Hermione?" Harry asked, and then picked up his book. "I got the history of Hogwarts. I guess she's getting sick of telling us all about it." Harry winked and laughed.
Ron hurried to find Hermione's present. He picked it up and showed it to Harry. Both boys started to laugh uncontrollably. It was Hogwarts: A History.
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"Goodnight Ron, Goodnight Harry. Merry Christmas boys." Hermione said tiredly, climbing the stairs to the girl's dormitories.
"G'night Hermione." The boys called after her. "Merry Christmas."
After a few minutes of silently staring into the fire, Harry announced he was tired and was going to bed. The goodnights were exchanged and off Harry went.
Ron sighed and sank lower into the overstuffed chair. He had wanted to tell Harry how he felt today, but was too chicken. Thoughts had raced around in his mind. What if Harry hated him? What if Harry AND Hermione never talked to him again? What if everyone found out? There were just too many risks involved. Ron leant his head in his hand. Why couldn't life just be simple?
After an hour of wallowing in self-pity, Ron decided it would be best to go to bed. He walked past Harry's bed, and looked at the sleeping teen. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ron stroked Harry's cheek softly. Harry didn't stir. Bending down, Ron kissed Harry's cheek lightly, and then stood up. A hand caught his wrist. Ron turned around, his heart beating hard. Soft green eyes met his own and the pull on Ron's wrist made him sit down on Harry's bed again. Harry sat up and moved his face closer to Ron's. "Merry Christmas Ron." Harry whispered.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (duh)
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Ron Weasley woke up as the morning rays filled the dorm. Rolling over onto his side, he looked at the black haired boy in the bed next to his. He looked so innocent, like a sleeping baby. Ron had felt this way about Harry Potter for many years, but only recently had Harry filled his dreams. Ron propped himself up on his elbow, remembering the dream he had. It had involved a lot of intimacy between him and Harry. Ron sighed. He knew it would only happen in his dreams. He then turned his mind to happier thoughts. Christmas!
Harry woke to Ron's grinning face.
"Wake-up Harry! Presents! Merry Christmas!"
Sitting up and stretching, Harry reached over for his glasses and put them on. He then turned to his small pile of presents. He opened one. The Dursely's. It contained a pebble and two tissues. The rest of Harry's presents included another knitted jumper from Mrs Weasley plus a lot of home-made toffees and sweets, Hagrid's own Cauldron Cakes, which Harry placed carefully aside, Hermione had given him 'Hogwarts: A History' and from Ron... "Oh, wow Ron! This is great!" Harry said, flicking through the photo album, filled with all their friends. "Wow Ron! This is fantastic! Thank you so much!"
Ron went scarlet. He hadn't expected Harry to like his present this much. Ron had made sure there were lots of photos of him and Harry. He hoped maybe it would bring Harry closer to him
"What did you get from Hermione?" Harry asked, and then picked up his book. "I got the history of Hogwarts. I guess she's getting sick of telling us all about it." Harry winked and laughed.
Ron hurried to find Hermione's present. He picked it up and showed it to Harry. Both boys started to laugh uncontrollably. It was Hogwarts: A History.
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"Goodnight Ron, Goodnight Harry. Merry Christmas boys." Hermione said tiredly, climbing the stairs to the girl's dormitories.
"G'night Hermione." The boys called after her. "Merry Christmas."
After a few minutes of silently staring into the fire, Harry announced he was tired and was going to bed. The goodnights were exchanged and off Harry went.
Ron sighed and sank lower into the overstuffed chair. He had wanted to tell Harry how he felt today, but was too chicken. Thoughts had raced around in his mind. What if Harry hated him? What if Harry AND Hermione never talked to him again? What if everyone found out? There were just too many risks involved. Ron leant his head in his hand. Why couldn't life just be simple?
After an hour of wallowing in self-pity, Ron decided it would be best to go to bed. He walked past Harry's bed, and looked at the sleeping teen. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ron stroked Harry's cheek softly. Harry didn't stir. Bending down, Ron kissed Harry's cheek lightly, and then stood up. A hand caught his wrist. Ron turned around, his heart beating hard. Soft green eyes met his own and the pull on Ron's wrist made him sit down on Harry's bed again. Harry sat up and moved his face closer to Ron's. "Merry Christmas Ron." Harry whispered.