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Rated: PG-13 for mild swearing..though eventually the rating may go up o.o
HP/DM
HG/RW
No Flames! You Knew this was a Slash, you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple.
And if you have any questions, review and I'll try and answer them in the next chapter!
And...to the chapter!!!!!!!
Learning Ron's P.o.V.
Harry had been acting very weird lately. That's all there was too it. He was weird. He had been acting melancholy all term, and then suddenly he had changed and acted cheerful...too cheerful for even himself to be acting.. I honestly wondered whether someone had put a cheering charm on him, that's how bad it was. But when the cheeriness didn't wear off, I knew something was up. He even smiled when that bloody git Malfoy got any answer right in ANY class.
'Moine must have known something was wrong too. She wouldn't stop giving both him and I incredulous looks, and she acted as though I knew what was going on. I thought that she may have guessed that I had something to do with it...but I didn't. I watched Harry all day, and waited to see if the cheeriness wore off. Of course, it didn't, so after classes I gave Hermione a hug and a soft kiss.
"Hermione, sweetheart, I'm going to go and find out what's up with Harry. I'll come back and tell you later, I promise."
"Alright.." She whispered, "Don't get him angry with you though. And don't push him to tell you. If he doesn't want to, just let it alone."
"Don't worry, Love. I'll be careful. And I'll get it out of him. He's my best friend, he tells me everything. I love you, Moine."
She smiled that smile that had caused me to fall in love with her in the first place. "I love you too, Ron. Good luck with Harry.."
I followed Harry up to the boy's dormitories and jumped over a few trunks to get to my bed, which at the time had been next to his. He didn't even acknowledge me as I sat there, staring at him with one eyebrow raised, A trait I had learned from my sister. Harry just lay there on his bed, completely silent as he stared at the ceiling. I wondered what, or who he was thinking so intently about, and laughed at the possibilities. Even my laugh didn't get his attention though, and I decided to use the approach of actually talking to him.
"Hey Harry." I said, in my normal volume, which normally would have grabbed his attention. Then, however, it did absolutely nothing. Not even the blink of an eye. He just stared at the ceiling, smiling.
"Harry!" I said a bit louder, though it still did nothing.
"HARRY!" I yelled as I smacked him upside the head.
"Huh?" He finally sat up and looked around frantically before he realized that it had just been me. "Oh, hey Ron! What's up?" His voice was too perky for my liking. He had never been that happy.
"I could ask you the same thing," I began, going about this the same way I always did..which was the blunt approach. "You were all depressed all term, and I don't blame you, but then suddenly this morning, you're dead tired, but you're happy as a unicorn. You were even pleased when that damn bloody git Malfoy got the answ--"
He interrupted, looking right at me, his eyes full of something that I hadn't seen there before. "Don't call him a bloody git. His name is Draco." He stared at me, as though he couldn't believe that I had called Malfoy a git.
"Now I know something is up." I stated, proud that I had actually caught on to something. "He's your greatest enemy. He insulted your mum..and he said that you were worse than "Mudblood Granger" and "Weasel" put together. Since when did you stop hating him?" I stared back at him, wondering with all my heart and mind what had gotten to him, though I stayed quiet and waited for an answer.
"Ron.." He started talking slowly, and I listened harder..as I knew that this was important. "You can't tell anyone this. Not even Hermione. I know that she's your girlfriend, but I want to be the one to tell her." He looked at me, his eyes so desperate. He was begging me. All I could do was nod and promise that I'd let him tell Moine. I stared at him intently, waiting for him to continue.
"Ok..." He began again, even more slowly than before, looking down a bit. "First off...I'm gay..."
"WHAT?!" I couldn't help but yell. My best friend, who had crushes on the prettiest girls in the school..and who all the girls fawned over...was...Gay? When I looked back at Harry, e was looking at me with tears in his eyes. I gave him a small hug to reassure him.
"Hey, Don't cry. I accept it, it just may take a bit of getting used to, y'know? I'm used to you having crushes on girls, like Cho, or Pavarati."
He smiled and resumed talking, brushing the saline tears out of his eyes. "Well..I'm Gay...and I'm in love with Draco....and he's my boyfriend." He took a deep breathe, as though trying to shield himself from an attack.
"M-malf- Draco Malfoy?" I asked. I was surprised, but then as I thought back on the days events, I realized that it should have been so obvious to me. I shook my head and realized that again, I had just played the part of the ignorant best friend. But...my once-enemy was now...my..best friend's man? I shrugged and laughed, "That's wicked, Harry. I'm glad you have someone. But just to let you know, if he ever hurts you, he is going to die. I will strangle him with my own hands."
He smiled so widely I swore his face would crack from being stretched so far. "Ron, you're the best friend any guy could ever have." He laughed a bit, "Hey, I'm gonna go warn Draco about you're threat. And don't forget, I want to be the one to tell Moine!" He ran off down the stairs, grabbing his invisibility cloak as he almost tripped over his own shoes on the way.
I shook my head and laughed, walking down the stairs to sit with Hermione. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her one the forehead gently.
"Hey babe." I whispered softly in her ear.
"Hey. Did you find out what was wrong? He tore out of here and went off somewhere just a second ago..."
I sighed and laughed again as I remembered Harry's graceful near falling down the stairs. "Yeah, but he wants to tell you." I got up and picked her up, and started walking to the portrait hole. " Come on, gorgeous, we're off to the kitchen. See if Dobby will get us a butterbeer or three."
She smiled and nodded, snuggling up to me as I carried her off to the kitchen in search of that deranged elf with the clothing obsession.
A/n: Ok, I THINK this one was shorter...it was when I first wrote it in my notebook. I have two more chapters to actually type before I'm going to start taking suggestions from you loverly reviewers.
Read and Review please! And remember: No FlAmEs!
Rated: PG-13 for mild swearing..though eventually the rating may go up o.o
HP/DM
HG/RW
No Flames! You Knew this was a Slash, you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple.
And if you have any questions, review and I'll try and answer them in the next chapter!
And...to the chapter!!!!!!!
Learning Ron's P.o.V.
Harry had been acting very weird lately. That's all there was too it. He was weird. He had been acting melancholy all term, and then suddenly he had changed and acted cheerful...too cheerful for even himself to be acting.. I honestly wondered whether someone had put a cheering charm on him, that's how bad it was. But when the cheeriness didn't wear off, I knew something was up. He even smiled when that bloody git Malfoy got any answer right in ANY class.
'Moine must have known something was wrong too. She wouldn't stop giving both him and I incredulous looks, and she acted as though I knew what was going on. I thought that she may have guessed that I had something to do with it...but I didn't. I watched Harry all day, and waited to see if the cheeriness wore off. Of course, it didn't, so after classes I gave Hermione a hug and a soft kiss.
"Hermione, sweetheart, I'm going to go and find out what's up with Harry. I'll come back and tell you later, I promise."
"Alright.." She whispered, "Don't get him angry with you though. And don't push him to tell you. If he doesn't want to, just let it alone."
"Don't worry, Love. I'll be careful. And I'll get it out of him. He's my best friend, he tells me everything. I love you, Moine."
She smiled that smile that had caused me to fall in love with her in the first place. "I love you too, Ron. Good luck with Harry.."
I followed Harry up to the boy's dormitories and jumped over a few trunks to get to my bed, which at the time had been next to his. He didn't even acknowledge me as I sat there, staring at him with one eyebrow raised, A trait I had learned from my sister. Harry just lay there on his bed, completely silent as he stared at the ceiling. I wondered what, or who he was thinking so intently about, and laughed at the possibilities. Even my laugh didn't get his attention though, and I decided to use the approach of actually talking to him.
"Hey Harry." I said, in my normal volume, which normally would have grabbed his attention. Then, however, it did absolutely nothing. Not even the blink of an eye. He just stared at the ceiling, smiling.
"Harry!" I said a bit louder, though it still did nothing.
"HARRY!" I yelled as I smacked him upside the head.
"Huh?" He finally sat up and looked around frantically before he realized that it had just been me. "Oh, hey Ron! What's up?" His voice was too perky for my liking. He had never been that happy.
"I could ask you the same thing," I began, going about this the same way I always did..which was the blunt approach. "You were all depressed all term, and I don't blame you, but then suddenly this morning, you're dead tired, but you're happy as a unicorn. You were even pleased when that damn bloody git Malfoy got the answ--"
He interrupted, looking right at me, his eyes full of something that I hadn't seen there before. "Don't call him a bloody git. His name is Draco." He stared at me, as though he couldn't believe that I had called Malfoy a git.
"Now I know something is up." I stated, proud that I had actually caught on to something. "He's your greatest enemy. He insulted your mum..and he said that you were worse than "Mudblood Granger" and "Weasel" put together. Since when did you stop hating him?" I stared back at him, wondering with all my heart and mind what had gotten to him, though I stayed quiet and waited for an answer.
"Ron.." He started talking slowly, and I listened harder..as I knew that this was important. "You can't tell anyone this. Not even Hermione. I know that she's your girlfriend, but I want to be the one to tell her." He looked at me, his eyes so desperate. He was begging me. All I could do was nod and promise that I'd let him tell Moine. I stared at him intently, waiting for him to continue.
"Ok..." He began again, even more slowly than before, looking down a bit. "First off...I'm gay..."
"WHAT?!" I couldn't help but yell. My best friend, who had crushes on the prettiest girls in the school..and who all the girls fawned over...was...Gay? When I looked back at Harry, e was looking at me with tears in his eyes. I gave him a small hug to reassure him.
"Hey, Don't cry. I accept it, it just may take a bit of getting used to, y'know? I'm used to you having crushes on girls, like Cho, or Pavarati."
He smiled and resumed talking, brushing the saline tears out of his eyes. "Well..I'm Gay...and I'm in love with Draco....and he's my boyfriend." He took a deep breathe, as though trying to shield himself from an attack.
"M-malf- Draco Malfoy?" I asked. I was surprised, but then as I thought back on the days events, I realized that it should have been so obvious to me. I shook my head and realized that again, I had just played the part of the ignorant best friend. But...my once-enemy was now...my..best friend's man? I shrugged and laughed, "That's wicked, Harry. I'm glad you have someone. But just to let you know, if he ever hurts you, he is going to die. I will strangle him with my own hands."
He smiled so widely I swore his face would crack from being stretched so far. "Ron, you're the best friend any guy could ever have." He laughed a bit, "Hey, I'm gonna go warn Draco about you're threat. And don't forget, I want to be the one to tell Moine!" He ran off down the stairs, grabbing his invisibility cloak as he almost tripped over his own shoes on the way.
I shook my head and laughed, walking down the stairs to sit with Hermione. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her one the forehead gently.
"Hey babe." I whispered softly in her ear.
"Hey. Did you find out what was wrong? He tore out of here and went off somewhere just a second ago..."
I sighed and laughed again as I remembered Harry's graceful near falling down the stairs. "Yeah, but he wants to tell you." I got up and picked her up, and started walking to the portrait hole. " Come on, gorgeous, we're off to the kitchen. See if Dobby will get us a butterbeer or three."
She smiled and nodded, snuggling up to me as I carried her off to the kitchen in search of that deranged elf with the clothing obsession.
A/n: Ok, I THINK this one was shorter...it was when I first wrote it in my notebook. I have two more chapters to actually type before I'm going to start taking suggestions from you loverly reviewers.
Read and Review please! And remember: No FlAmEs!