Author's Note: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and she makes money
off of him. I don't.... but you know, I wouldn't mind any... hehe. This is
a boy love boy story, so if you don't like those, run away .... umm, now
would be good.
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Harry woke up tangled in his sheets face down on his bed. Pushing himself up on his hands, Harry sighed out into the darkness. Harry pulled the sheets off of him, laying in the cool night's air. Harry turned over on his back, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.
"Harry, you ok?", Ron asked quietly from the darkness. "Are you having those dreams again, you know, about Voldemort?"
"I'm ok Ron... I don't know what I'm dreaming about any more. They don't make sense...", Harry whispered biting his cheek. Harry wished he could tell his friend, but what if he didn't understand? Harry jumped a little as he felt his bed springs squeak as his friend sat down by him. Harry waited as Ron shuffled next to him, laying down by him. Ron hesitated before beginning speaking.
"Harry, um, how can I say this? Harry, you talk in you sleep sometimes."
"I do?", Harry asked surprised and a bit anxious.
"Yeah, and Harry, I wanted to say, you know. Well, I guess I'm asking if you're gay." Ron's blush was hidden in the night, but Harry knew it was there. Harry turned away from Ron, his hands clenching his sheets.
"And if I was?"
"And if you were, then, I'm ok with it."
"I think so Ron..."
"It's ok, I'm not mad or anything. I was just worried about you , I didn't know what was wrong.", Ron whispered, rolling over on his back by Harry, his hands gripped together over his stomach.
"Ron...", Harry whispered , his voice cracking with emotion. Harry hugged his best friend suddenly, surprising the other boy. "Thanks Ron, you're always there for me."
"Ew Harry, you're all sweaty!", Ron said, playfully pushing Harry off. "Hehe, I don't love you like that anyways Harry.", Ron turned over to face Harry in the darkness, ruffling his friends hair.
"Yeah Ron, I know I know. You fancy, what's her name, oh yeah... Hermione!", Harry playfully said poking Ron's shoulder. Ron chuckled, sticking his tongue out pointlessly.
"Yes, but she doesn't like me or anything...", Ron replied, a hint of sadness coming through.
"Oh get off it Ron, she likes you.", Harry replied yawning.
"Think so?"
"Uh, yeah! you bloody git.", Harry answered, his eyes closing slowly.
"Night Harry..."
"Night."
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Harry woke up the next morning, finding his best friend still asleep in bed with him. Harry shook Ron's shoulders, gently waking up the other boy.
"Come on, Sunday morning. Lets go down to breakfast."
Ron smiled, his eyes still closed. "kay" He rolled off Harry's bed, tumbling sleepily over to his chest.
"I got to take a shower first though...", Harry yawned, stretching his hands up in the air.
After an incredibly fast shower, the two boys walked down to the common room. Hermione was already there waiting for them, smiling up at the sleepy Ron.
"Come on you two, I'd like to go eat breakfast some time. And it wouldn't hurt you Harry, your skinner than any one else here.", Hermione some how pulled saying that off with out being offensive, poking Harry's skinny frame.
"What do you mean, 'Mione? I'm buff!", Harry joked, climbing out of the portrait hole. Ron stepped back, letting Hermione go through before him, smiling shyly. The three walked down to breakfast, talking about their trip to Hogsmeade. Stepping into the Great Hall, Harry searched the Slytherin table for Draco.
"Wonder where Malfoy is, hope he's ok...", Ron said out of the blue. Harry blushed, walking quickly over to the Gryffindor table.
"Wonder what's wrong with Harry.", Hermione pondered out loud as she watched her friend walk off.
"Heh, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.", Ron replied, laughing inwardly as Harry's behavior, taking a mental note. The two walked over and sat down.
"Harry, plates are made for putting food on.", Hermione chided, but gave up as she watched Harry slowly pick apart a single biscuit.
" Well, at least Ron know how to use them.", Hermione added, looking at Ron pile food onto his, the red head blushing at the comment. I like a guy with an appetite, Hermione thought to her self.
( there you go, I thought this chapter was cute, and hopefully ok. thanks for reading, hope it made you happy. love ya, joy.)
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Harry woke up tangled in his sheets face down on his bed. Pushing himself up on his hands, Harry sighed out into the darkness. Harry pulled the sheets off of him, laying in the cool night's air. Harry turned over on his back, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.
"Harry, you ok?", Ron asked quietly from the darkness. "Are you having those dreams again, you know, about Voldemort?"
"I'm ok Ron... I don't know what I'm dreaming about any more. They don't make sense...", Harry whispered biting his cheek. Harry wished he could tell his friend, but what if he didn't understand? Harry jumped a little as he felt his bed springs squeak as his friend sat down by him. Harry waited as Ron shuffled next to him, laying down by him. Ron hesitated before beginning speaking.
"Harry, um, how can I say this? Harry, you talk in you sleep sometimes."
"I do?", Harry asked surprised and a bit anxious.
"Yeah, and Harry, I wanted to say, you know. Well, I guess I'm asking if you're gay." Ron's blush was hidden in the night, but Harry knew it was there. Harry turned away from Ron, his hands clenching his sheets.
"And if I was?"
"And if you were, then, I'm ok with it."
"I think so Ron..."
"It's ok, I'm not mad or anything. I was just worried about you , I didn't know what was wrong.", Ron whispered, rolling over on his back by Harry, his hands gripped together over his stomach.
"Ron...", Harry whispered , his voice cracking with emotion. Harry hugged his best friend suddenly, surprising the other boy. "Thanks Ron, you're always there for me."
"Ew Harry, you're all sweaty!", Ron said, playfully pushing Harry off. "Hehe, I don't love you like that anyways Harry.", Ron turned over to face Harry in the darkness, ruffling his friends hair.
"Yeah Ron, I know I know. You fancy, what's her name, oh yeah... Hermione!", Harry playfully said poking Ron's shoulder. Ron chuckled, sticking his tongue out pointlessly.
"Yes, but she doesn't like me or anything...", Ron replied, a hint of sadness coming through.
"Oh get off it Ron, she likes you.", Harry replied yawning.
"Think so?"
"Uh, yeah! you bloody git.", Harry answered, his eyes closing slowly.
"Night Harry..."
"Night."
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Harry woke up the next morning, finding his best friend still asleep in bed with him. Harry shook Ron's shoulders, gently waking up the other boy.
"Come on, Sunday morning. Lets go down to breakfast."
Ron smiled, his eyes still closed. "kay" He rolled off Harry's bed, tumbling sleepily over to his chest.
"I got to take a shower first though...", Harry yawned, stretching his hands up in the air.
After an incredibly fast shower, the two boys walked down to the common room. Hermione was already there waiting for them, smiling up at the sleepy Ron.
"Come on you two, I'd like to go eat breakfast some time. And it wouldn't hurt you Harry, your skinner than any one else here.", Hermione some how pulled saying that off with out being offensive, poking Harry's skinny frame.
"What do you mean, 'Mione? I'm buff!", Harry joked, climbing out of the portrait hole. Ron stepped back, letting Hermione go through before him, smiling shyly. The three walked down to breakfast, talking about their trip to Hogsmeade. Stepping into the Great Hall, Harry searched the Slytherin table for Draco.
"Wonder where Malfoy is, hope he's ok...", Ron said out of the blue. Harry blushed, walking quickly over to the Gryffindor table.
"Wonder what's wrong with Harry.", Hermione pondered out loud as she watched her friend walk off.
"Heh, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.", Ron replied, laughing inwardly as Harry's behavior, taking a mental note. The two walked over and sat down.
"Harry, plates are made for putting food on.", Hermione chided, but gave up as she watched Harry slowly pick apart a single biscuit.
" Well, at least Ron know how to use them.", Hermione added, looking at Ron pile food onto his, the red head blushing at the comment. I like a guy with an appetite, Hermione thought to her self.
( there you go, I thought this chapter was cute, and hopefully ok. thanks for reading, hope it made you happy. love ya, joy.)