Title: That Lunch in December
Author: Deep-Ware
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters from the book and all the stuff I don't make up :D
Comments: two chapters in one day? Im super lady! dances on computer table
Chapter Two: Confessions of Hidden Love
Harry seriously doubted that he would get to bed alive that night. Hermione was furious at him, Malfoy had given him a bloody nose, and if Fred and George heard...well it sure wouldn't get ay prettier. Harry sighed. Why did he always have to say the first thing that popped into his head?
Harry had gone outside after lunch. It was snowing, but he didn't notice the cold too much. He headed straight for Hagrid's hut but stopped after deciding that Hagrid would probably go against him as well. He walked around the lake for a while, then decided he couldn't feel his legs, so he sat down. Harry had been sitting under a huge oak for ten minutes when Hermione came over and sat next to him.
"Harry." She said, acknowledging him.
Harry. His name. That was all his best friend could say to him? Or did she still think of them as friends?
"Hello Hermione." He replied cautiously. Would she still talk to him? 'I hope so.' Harry thought. 'But she wouldn't come up to me if she hated me.' Harry's heart lifted, and he decided to see if they could talk.
"I'm sorry. I-" but Harry never got the time to tell Hermione how he felt.
"Why him? Why couldn't George be gay? Or Fred or Charlie? I love him Harry. I wanted to be with him so much! I wanted to be his girlfriend." Hermione said. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. They stayed like this for a while until Hermione, her face soaked with silent tears, looked up at him and seemed to blush. "I'm sorry Harry, I just didn't know who else to turn to. Ron went to bed, Fred and George went to get him some butterbeer, and Ginny's still in the common room." She looked out towards the castle. "I-I think you should talk to him."
"Do you think he'll forgive me? I wouldn't forgive me if I were him." Harry said, also looking at the castle. He eyed the seventh floor where they slept, and imagined he could see Ron looking out from the one of the miniscule windows. "But then again," he said grinning, "I'm not him, am I?"
-- -- --
Fred and George walked down towards the kitchens, and those they passed could have sworn the twins were planning Harry's funeral. They ordered five butterbeers from the friendly house elves; one for Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and themselves. They also left with a bag full of custards and Ron's favorite pie.
When they got back, Ginny was asleep; curled up with Crookshanks on one of the large chairs. They left two cakes and her drink on the table next to her, and went up to see Ron. As they climbed closer to the sixth year dorm, they stopped to listen as Ron told the boys about Harry. "I always had a bit of a crush on Harry since our second year, but lately I've been having stronger feelings for him-" At this, George almost dropped his glass. "-but now that he knows...I dunno. I mean I never expected Harry to be gay too, but I thought he would at least be fine with the fact that I was gay. I mean, I never told him how I felt and still he hates me." Ron gave a small sob and was comforted by Neville, being the one sitting next to him.
Fred glanced at George, who, like his brother was at a loss. Ron was in love with Harry. Harry didn't know, but was still against Ron's sexuality. Hermione was obviously devastated since everyone knew she was in love with Ron, though she took it quite well. Fred sighed, the love lives of sixth graders were so complicated.
George knocked on the door and they had just enough time to wipe thier faces blank when Dean opened it. Some of the guys were sitting on Ron's bed while a few lay on the thickly carpeted floor playing games. Ron thanked his brothers and then continued talking while the gave out cakes.
"You know, I really should thank Malfoy tomorrow...if Harry still hates me of course."
"I don't hate you Ron." Harry said from the doorway. George howled and leaped for him while Dean aimed a Jelly Legs jinx at him, which Harry deflected (he has fought against the Dark Lord; he's gotta be pretty powerful). While Neville ran to slam the door shut, George aimed for Harry's chest, but only grazed the boy's shoulder. Fred grabbed him, and George aimed again, but just then Ron yelled "STOP!" as loud as he could manage.
George looked at him, fist still in the air, Fred almost dropped a squirming Harry, Dean's hand slipped and his next jinx hit the wall, turning it an odd shade of under cooked salmon, and Neville stood at the door, still holding the handle. The rest of the boys hadn't reacted soon enough, and still lay poised, ready to attack.
Ron frowned at Fred and George, "Drop him." he commanded. Fred let Harry fall, and shoved him, rather hard towards his bed. Ron was red in the face, and started issuing commands again. "Everyone out. Dean, Neville, make sure no one comes in, but if Ginny wants to let her. Fred and George, don't you DARE touch him again! If you do, I'll write to mum telling her you tried to murder him. Now, OUT!"
When the rest left, Ron turned to Harry. He was still blushing, but Harry guessed it wasn't from anger. "How much did you hear?" Ron whispered, and his ears turned a brilliant pink.
"Just the part about Malfoy. But Ron, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to say those things to you. I've never really been accepting towards homosexuality, but-" Harry stopped to take a breath and Ron frowned. "-But I'm willing to if that's the only way we can be friends."
"I don't care." Ron said stubbornly, lifting his head up a fracture. "If you weren't willing to accept me then, you won't accept me now. This is the end of our friendship Harry," Ron said, and turned away from Harry as he sat on his bed. "I hope your happy with yourself."
At this moment, Ginny burst in the room to see a shocked and hurt Harry and the back of her brother's head. "What have you done?" she hissed at Harry, making him jump. "Get out!" she barked, when he didn't say anything. He scowled at her, and left.
'Thank god Dobby told me about the Room of Requirement last year!' Harry thought as he slammed the door shut and pounded down the stairs. All the boys glared at him as he heatedly stormed out, but made no move because Hermione was there. She told them what Harry was trying to do, but they still loathed him for making Ron so embarrassed and hurt.
Ginny poked her head out of the sixth year room and called for Hermione and the twins. According to Ginny, Ron had only told half the story. They had a lot to talk about.
A/N: once again, Harry's an ass...but surely you saw that coming? Let's just say I'm NOT a Harry Potter fan...hehehe...play on words...get it? Nevermind...
Author: Deep-Ware
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters from the book and all the stuff I don't make up :D
Comments: two chapters in one day? Im super lady! dances on computer table
Chapter Two: Confessions of Hidden Love
Harry seriously doubted that he would get to bed alive that night. Hermione was furious at him, Malfoy had given him a bloody nose, and if Fred and George heard...well it sure wouldn't get ay prettier. Harry sighed. Why did he always have to say the first thing that popped into his head?
Harry had gone outside after lunch. It was snowing, but he didn't notice the cold too much. He headed straight for Hagrid's hut but stopped after deciding that Hagrid would probably go against him as well. He walked around the lake for a while, then decided he couldn't feel his legs, so he sat down. Harry had been sitting under a huge oak for ten minutes when Hermione came over and sat next to him.
"Harry." She said, acknowledging him.
Harry. His name. That was all his best friend could say to him? Or did she still think of them as friends?
"Hello Hermione." He replied cautiously. Would she still talk to him? 'I hope so.' Harry thought. 'But she wouldn't come up to me if she hated me.' Harry's heart lifted, and he decided to see if they could talk.
"I'm sorry. I-" but Harry never got the time to tell Hermione how he felt.
"Why him? Why couldn't George be gay? Or Fred or Charlie? I love him Harry. I wanted to be with him so much! I wanted to be his girlfriend." Hermione said. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. They stayed like this for a while until Hermione, her face soaked with silent tears, looked up at him and seemed to blush. "I'm sorry Harry, I just didn't know who else to turn to. Ron went to bed, Fred and George went to get him some butterbeer, and Ginny's still in the common room." She looked out towards the castle. "I-I think you should talk to him."
"Do you think he'll forgive me? I wouldn't forgive me if I were him." Harry said, also looking at the castle. He eyed the seventh floor where they slept, and imagined he could see Ron looking out from the one of the miniscule windows. "But then again," he said grinning, "I'm not him, am I?"
-- -- --
Fred and George walked down towards the kitchens, and those they passed could have sworn the twins were planning Harry's funeral. They ordered five butterbeers from the friendly house elves; one for Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and themselves. They also left with a bag full of custards and Ron's favorite pie.
When they got back, Ginny was asleep; curled up with Crookshanks on one of the large chairs. They left two cakes and her drink on the table next to her, and went up to see Ron. As they climbed closer to the sixth year dorm, they stopped to listen as Ron told the boys about Harry. "I always had a bit of a crush on Harry since our second year, but lately I've been having stronger feelings for him-" At this, George almost dropped his glass. "-but now that he knows...I dunno. I mean I never expected Harry to be gay too, but I thought he would at least be fine with the fact that I was gay. I mean, I never told him how I felt and still he hates me." Ron gave a small sob and was comforted by Neville, being the one sitting next to him.
Fred glanced at George, who, like his brother was at a loss. Ron was in love with Harry. Harry didn't know, but was still against Ron's sexuality. Hermione was obviously devastated since everyone knew she was in love with Ron, though she took it quite well. Fred sighed, the love lives of sixth graders were so complicated.
George knocked on the door and they had just enough time to wipe thier faces blank when Dean opened it. Some of the guys were sitting on Ron's bed while a few lay on the thickly carpeted floor playing games. Ron thanked his brothers and then continued talking while the gave out cakes.
"You know, I really should thank Malfoy tomorrow...if Harry still hates me of course."
"I don't hate you Ron." Harry said from the doorway. George howled and leaped for him while Dean aimed a Jelly Legs jinx at him, which Harry deflected (he has fought against the Dark Lord; he's gotta be pretty powerful). While Neville ran to slam the door shut, George aimed for Harry's chest, but only grazed the boy's shoulder. Fred grabbed him, and George aimed again, but just then Ron yelled "STOP!" as loud as he could manage.
George looked at him, fist still in the air, Fred almost dropped a squirming Harry, Dean's hand slipped and his next jinx hit the wall, turning it an odd shade of under cooked salmon, and Neville stood at the door, still holding the handle. The rest of the boys hadn't reacted soon enough, and still lay poised, ready to attack.
Ron frowned at Fred and George, "Drop him." he commanded. Fred let Harry fall, and shoved him, rather hard towards his bed. Ron was red in the face, and started issuing commands again. "Everyone out. Dean, Neville, make sure no one comes in, but if Ginny wants to let her. Fred and George, don't you DARE touch him again! If you do, I'll write to mum telling her you tried to murder him. Now, OUT!"
When the rest left, Ron turned to Harry. He was still blushing, but Harry guessed it wasn't from anger. "How much did you hear?" Ron whispered, and his ears turned a brilliant pink.
"Just the part about Malfoy. But Ron, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to say those things to you. I've never really been accepting towards homosexuality, but-" Harry stopped to take a breath and Ron frowned. "-But I'm willing to if that's the only way we can be friends."
"I don't care." Ron said stubbornly, lifting his head up a fracture. "If you weren't willing to accept me then, you won't accept me now. This is the end of our friendship Harry," Ron said, and turned away from Harry as he sat on his bed. "I hope your happy with yourself."
At this moment, Ginny burst in the room to see a shocked and hurt Harry and the back of her brother's head. "What have you done?" she hissed at Harry, making him jump. "Get out!" she barked, when he didn't say anything. He scowled at her, and left.
'Thank god Dobby told me about the Room of Requirement last year!' Harry thought as he slammed the door shut and pounded down the stairs. All the boys glared at him as he heatedly stormed out, but made no move because Hermione was there. She told them what Harry was trying to do, but they still loathed him for making Ron so embarrassed and hurt.
Ginny poked her head out of the sixth year room and called for Hermione and the twins. According to Ginny, Ron had only told half the story. They had a lot to talk about.
A/N: once again, Harry's an ass...but surely you saw that coming? Let's just say I'm NOT a Harry Potter fan...hehehe...play on words...get it? Nevermind...