A/N: I'm still not too sure about this story... but here's the second installment of it. reviewing would mean bunches to me :) if you don't like it... criticize me... i need feedback!

That night, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all seated at the Gryffindor table, waiting for the Sorting Hat Ceremony to begin. The children walked in in a jumbled crowd, their faces full of fear. Harry remembered when he had first came in, and he already had made friends (or sort of, at least) with Ron, and they would make fun of Hermione. Those were the good old days...

"Weclome, students, to another year at Hogwarts. And for you little fellows down there, welcome! The Sorting Hat, Minerva?" Professor Dumbledore beckoned to Professor McGonagall. She walked over, top hat slanted just slightly as always, setting the old hat on the table.

As the Sorting Hat broke into song, Harry turned to Ron, "So... I was thinking, what are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of... why?" Ron whispered back. He could feel Hermione eying him, knowing that she wanted the two of them to just be quiet for five minutes.

Harry moved down the bench closer to Ron, their shoulders touching, "I was just wondering if you'd like to go on sort of... picnic I guess. I figured you had prefects duty, though."

Ron chuckled lightly, "Nah, I'm not a prefect anymore, too much responsibility for me. Where's the fun if you have to worry about other people following the Rules?"

"So then..."

"So then, yeah, sure. Picnic's are fun. My family used to have them when we were wee kids... then they had Ginny," he joked.

Harry laughed, "Ok then, it's a date!" he said, lingering on the last word. He feared that Ron thought of it as something other than a time to just hang out.

"You two might want to scoot down a tad," Hermione said, Ron and Harry noting the number of new Gryffindors trying to sit down somewhere. Harry welcome a young blonde next to him. Most surprisingly, though, was the number of new Slytherin students. There seemed to be twice as many of them as there were the Gryffindors. How great, Harry thought, Just what we need, more snot-nosed rich little pure bloods.

As the kids sat down, the food appeared out of thin air onto the table, lining the whole table with everything from pumpkin juice to what looked like roasted pig. The students ate for a while before the assortment of food vanished, leaving the students to return to their dormitories and into bed. First class started tomorrow, after all.

Ron plopped down onto his bed, pulling off his clothes and replacing them with his blue and white striped pajamas. He was just putting the bottoms on when he was startled by Harry's voice.

"So, Ron... I've been thinking about earlier," he paused, doing the same as Ron. "I didn't forget, trust me on that. But..." he felt as if he was being put on the spot, having to tell the poor redhead what was on his mind, "I don't-"

"No, it's ok. I understand. I guess I just kind of blurted it out for no apparent reason. I didn't mean to make you decide anything or something."

Harry sat down next to his friend, "It's not that! You're missing the whole point, Ron... I was going to say that I'm not as courageous as you are to go and tell someone you like them and stuff. However," he pointed a finger at Ron to keep him quiet, "now that you've done it, maybe I should too."

"Oh, that's great. Who is it? Ginny? Hermione? Neville?"

He laughed, "Are you always this oblivious to matters, Ron?" he joked.

"Well... wait...-"

Harry silenced him with a soft kiss on the lips. "Does that answer your question?"

A grin spread across the freckled face, "I think so." He kissed Harry, who's arms had wrapped themselves around his waist. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I think this year should be a good year," Ron said, particularly talking about how great it was that someone he liked actually liked him back. "So are we still on for Saturday, then?"

Harry laughed, "Yes... and not that I meant it as anything then, but I guess it's an official date now!" he smiled, leaving one last kiss on Ron's cheek. "Well, I do reckon we should get to bed. First class is Transfiguration, and you know McGonagall!" the two boys laughed, and Harry walked over to his own four poster bed.

"G'night, Harry."

Harry clutched his pillow his hands, lying his head on top, "Good night, Ickle Ronnikins."

That following day was a Tuesday. It was a very long day, since the new students were getting used to the new atmosphere, and all of the upperclassmen were getting back into the swing of things. The rest of the week seemed to be the same way, everybody was lethargic, shocked at how much homework they received. It was just their first week of a new school year, and already spent most of their nights doing homework.

Ron and Harry found time, though. Time to spend with each other, just having a good time. They would have the most silliest of conversations, and never ceased to have a good time with each other.

Saturday was a nice, sunny, warm day; probably one of their last as October was soon approaching.

"That's what I love about you, Harry. You and I never stop having fun together, and we never get tired of each other."

"Here, here!" Harry laughed. It was so true, though. Harry was thankful for finding someone like Ron, what with after living with the Dursley's and all who didn't give a crud as to what happened to him.

"Pumpkin juice?" Ron offered. He poured some of the liquid carefully into Harry's cup. "Cheers to... our picnic!"

Harry shifted over toward Ron, lying his head on Ron's shoulder, "Yes, cheers," he took a drink. Ron seized Harry's hand, lacing their fingers together. "Oh how nice this is," Harry gleefully said.

They were sitting there peacefully for a while, until one of the Gryffindors came to wards them, crying, "It's happened again!"