Disclaimer: Once again I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. This is just to waste time til book 6 is out!
Chapter 2: Ron's Almost Confession
Ron only stopped running when he realised that he was at the entrance hall. Not wanting to give people more reason to make fun of him, he tried to compose himself and slowly removed his hands from his mouth.
To his immense relief it seemed he wasn't going to say anything out loud to embarrass himself. Slowly he walked up the staircases towards the Gryffindor common room, lost in thought.
What the hell was that? Could it be broken? No, it can't be, I'm just trying to avoid admitting what I saw. Now I've seen it, it seems so obvious. How could I be so blind! I need to talk to someone, I really hope Harry's still here
"What's the password dear?
"Huh" Ron said, not knowing he was standing in front of the Fat Lady "Oh, Dumbledore's Army"
As the portrait swung open Ron scanned the room for his two best friends, secretly hoping he'd only find one of them. From behind him he heard the Fat Lady again.
"Tough time patrolling dear?"
You have no idea he thought as he spied Harry sitting surrounded by books, scribbling on a piece of parchment. He's working! Is he mad!
As he walked over Ron saw that Harry had two chairs saved next two him, one with books and the other with Crookshanks lounging protectively on it. As he shifted the books Ron's resolve crumbled and he felt terrible.
Harry, seeing Ron sitting across from him, put down his quill and looked up. "Hey Ron, How'd it..." Harry stopped talking as he took in Ron's appearance. "Are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost?" Good job Harry, what a stupid question!
Ron suddenly looked confused "Of course I have, I passed 5 on the way here."
"Sorry Ron" Harry said, "It's a Muggle expression. I meant you look really upset."
"Oh, right" Ron mumbled, back to his upset ways "it's nothing"
"Come on Ron, you can tell me, really" Harry tried, knowing it wouldn't work.
Ron heaved a huge sigh. Right, might as well just get this over with, he's not gonna let it go. Inwardly Ron was surprised at how easily he'd given up.
"OK" Harry looked surprised as Ron opened up "But you have to promise this stays between us" Ron paused "Just the two of us"
"OK mate, I promise, whatever you want" Harry said, just glad Ron was finally talking to him about something serious.
"Right, I was doing my rounds, extremely bored, when I noticed a door was ajar so, assuming I'd get the chance to punish someone, you know, anything to alleviate the boredom, I went in"
Harry smiled. I'm glad Hermione isn't here or we'd never hear the end of it about Ron abusing his power!
"But when I entered it was obvious no one was in there" Ron continued "I mean I really checked it over, but the room was empty and really dusty, like no one had been in there for years. Then as I was leaving I saw it, gleaming in the room, spotless"
"What was it?" Harry asked enthusiastically, desperate for Ron to continue.
"The Mirror of Erised" Ron stated.
Harry's eyes gleamed and Ron was quick to notice it.
"Don't ask me where it is mate, I remember what happened last time, as much as I hate stopping you from seeing your family I won't let you waste away in front of it!"
"OK OK, don't worry I won't, as long as you finish this story already" Harry said, resolving to try Ron again later about the mirror's location.
Ron heaved a sigh. Right this is it, just get it out.
"Do you remember what I saw last time?" Ron asked.
"I don't think I could forget!" Harry laughed, remembering what Ron saw last time and how he couldn't stop going on about it after. "I hope this isn't about the Quidditch cup looking smaller or something!"
"Ha Ha" Ron said, "Well, this time I looked and that's not what I saw, not at all"
Harry's interest was caught.
"I looked in and saw myself, at least 7 or 8 years older and I wasn't alone." Ron mumbled.
Now this got Harry's attention. Ron never talked about girls to him. He tried to keep quiet, not wanting to give Ron any chance to back out, but he couldn't help himself.
"Who were you with?" Harry whispered.
"It was, um, eh, uh, Her... Herm.."
Suddenly Ron looked over Harry's shoulder, his eyes widened with fear and he grabbed Harry's essay and stared reading as if it were Slytherin's secret Quidditch game plan. Bewildered, Harry looked behind himself to see who was approaching.
He looked back at Ron with a gleam in his eyes. "Wait just a minute, you saw you and.."
"Shhhh!" Ron interrupted, practically shouting "Not here!"
Shooing Crookshanks out of her seat, Hermione sat down and asked "Not here what?"
Any ideas of where I'm going yet? Hehe, hope it's not too obvious but then again it's pretty obvious where they're heading really! Next chapter in a few days as I'm moving house! Happy reading!