The characters/settings, etc. do not belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Harry leapt up,
"RON!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"RON!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"RON!!!"
"...Holy shit."
Some of the other Gryffindor boys came in to see what all the commotion was about.
Harry grabbed his cover to cover his pants. "Nothing! Me and Ron were just having an argument about something!
"Harry, what do you have in your hands?" one of them ask.
"Nothing!" Harry held up his hands to show them,
"Harry...why is your cover still stuck to your pants?"
Harry looked down, "Bloody hell..."

The rest of the day seemed to be just as tumultous and confusing as the morning. Harry couldn't focus in any of his classes and found himself thinking about Draco, who seemedl ike he had barely noticed his presence.
Also, alot of the students from Gryffindor were whispering about something and pointing to him during the day.
Harry could guess what they were talking about.

That night in the common room, they were still doing it.
-Why the hell can't they say what they're thinking to my face?- Harry thought angrily. Unfortunately, he got his wish.
Seamus came up to him, "Hey Harry, why were your pants stuck to your cover this morning?"
"Because I..uhh.." Harry stammered, "Because I glued them" ROn said. Harry looked up and looked inquisitively at him.
"Oh." Seamus said, sounding disappointed, "That's still great, though, Weasley! I wish I had thought of it!" he said,
apparantly cheered up. ROn smiled a half-hearted smile, and his eyes flicked to Harry's. "Well, see ya later," Seamus said, and went back to his group of assholes.

"Thanks alot," Harry said with a hushed voice. Ron smiled "No prob, Harry."
They stood there for a few seconds. Harry looked around at all the people talking excitedly and suddenly felt like he had no purpose still awake if he wasn't doing anything. "Well, I'm heading off to bed, Ron," Harry said.
"Yeah, me too" Ron sighed.

Once they were in their pajamas, Harry wondered about something.
"Why did you lie to them, Ron?" he asked.
"Because, I knew they were going to crucify you.You don't deserve that. You're a great person, Harry."
Ron said. Harry blushed slightly and smiled sheepishly "If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a crush on me, Ron"
Ron looked up, not smiling. He looked into Harry's eyes for a long time. And then leaned in to kiss him.
Harry was shocked at first, but it eventually died down and Harry closed his eyes, returning the kiss.
They laid down on Harry's bed and began to undress each other.

I'm not sure if this chapter is good or not. I decided to change the genre of this to Romance/Humor, since I can't help but slip a little in once in a while. My brain's a little scattered today, so I was just writing. Sorry that the chapters are so short. I just write how long it feels right.