Falling
Chapter 1
Ron Weasley stared out his window, absorbed. His copper hair was longish, and his blue eyes barely blinked as he continued to think of his friends. Mya was visiting Victor, and Seamus was in America. Lil was...well, not around, and Harry...Ron's thoughts darkened. Just then he heard a knock at the door.
"Enter," he said without looking. Ron heard the door open, but continued to stare out of his window.
"You'd think your best mate would get a better greeting?" a voice chuckled. Ron felt his heart leap as his head spun to see Harry. Ron grinned.
"Hey! Come on in Harry!" he said, still sitting on his window seat. He took this time to inspect Harry. He had gotten rid of his glasses, and his emerald green eyes sparkled. His hair was just as haphazard as ever, but his body was well toned. Harry unpacked his necessities and lounged on Ron's bed. They proceeded to talk about their summer. Dinner was called, and the boys rushed down. Fred and George were at the table, feeding each other. Only at the beginning of the summer did they 'come out of the closet.' Ron was just starting to get used to it.
"Harry, Ron, come have a seat. Fred! George! Stop that at once!" Mrs. Weasley was still adjusting. All of a sudden...CRACK!! Lillian appeared.
"Hello! Ronny! Harry!" she said and hugged them both. She turned to the twins and said:
"AWWWW!! Cute!" They proceeded to fling peas at her. They sat down and began their meal. Ron didn't talk much, he listened. Lil's obsession with Snape was discussed, the upcoming school year, and even Remus was a topic. Ron just ate, and discreetly looked at Harry. Every time Harry laughed, Ron's heart would leap, and his stomach flutter. He mentally slapped himself.
'Are you gay Ron? Stop it! He's your best friend! You like Mya remember? Mya...' he scolded himself. It wasn't working. He excused himself from the table and went outside. He really needed to think on this one. He walked through the woods, absorbed in his thoughts. He sat down on a rock, and sighed.
'Well, your queer...okay! No...not queer. I just love Harry...wait! Love?! Woah! Hold on! He's never going to love me back! He's as straight as a wand. sigh Ohwell. Great, he's with us for a whole week! What am I supposed to do? I can't avoid him, he'll get suspicious! Oh, let him suspect. NO! BAD idea! I can't lie! That would be very bad...' Ron thought. He heard someone coming. It was Harry.
'Shit!' Ron thought and forced himself to smile.
"Hiya Harry!" he greeted him.
"Hey Ron" Harry replied quietly, and sat down next to him. There was an awkward silence for about a minute. Finally...
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked, looking at him. Ron felt very uncomfortable with those beautiful eyes staring at him.
"Nothing Harry, I've just been bored lately." He replied. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"We can always play chess or something Ron. You've been avoiding me eyes all day Ron. Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked, voice laced with worry.
"No Harry! It's...me. I guess I've kinda been depressed lately. It seems like everybody had somebody, and I don't have anybody." Ron said and mentally punched himself for whining. Harry slowly smiled.
"I know what you mean." He said and this time, the silence was comfortable.
That night the family had hot coco by a fire. Ron sat as far away from Harry as possible. He felt like he was going to be sick.
'Being in love isn't supposed to hurt this much' he thought as he put his mug in the sink.
"Hey Ron?" Harry asked from behind, making Ron jump.
"Yeh?"
"Thanks for the birthday present." He said and smiled at him. Ron smiled back as he looked into Harry's eyes. Harry was about 3 inches shorter, perfect for cuddling. Ron immediately stopped his train of thoughts.
"You're welcome mate. I'm going to bed. Long day." Ron replied, heading to say good night to everyone. Harry followed.
"I'll tuck in too" he said.
'Shit!' Ron thought. They had shared a bed in the past, and thought nothing of it. Ron walked towards his room, as though damned. He walked in first, and heard Harry shut the door, locked it, and place a silencing charm on the room. Ron looked at him.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, sitting on his window seat. Harry sighed.
"Don't you'd think I'd know if something's wrong with you? You've avoided me, you didn't eat much, and you hardly said a word when Lil was around. Now no one can hear, so you can tell me what's the matter." Harry said, and sat on Ron's bed. Ron just wanted to die.
'Make up something Ron! Quick!' he thought as his mind raced.
"I...have a crush on Lil" Ron said, pretending to be embarrassed. His face was turning red, but not because of his answer. Never before had he lied to Harry, and he didn't like it. Harry smiled.
"That wasn't so hard was it? Let's get to bed then," he said and Ron wondered what he was going to do. He just wished he could die, because Harry had begun taking off his clothes. All Ron could do was stare. Harry was beautiful. He turned around and looked at Ron, clad only in his boxers.
"What's wrong now? Do you sleep in your clothes now?" he joked. Ron smiled weakly.
"I was just thinking about quidditch practice." Ron lied and peeled off his clothes so he was wearing his black silk boxers. Harry saw and raised an eyebrow.
"Aiming to impress girls this year Ron? Or perhaps just Lil?" he said slyly. Ron made a face and hit him with a pillow. They talked for a little while, then Harry yawned. Ron kept scolding himself for looking at Harry's delicious body.
"Well, are we going to bed or what?" Harry asked, and enlarged the bed. Ron's heart beat nervously.
"Sure Harry, what ever you want." He said quietly, and the two climbed in bed, lights out, and hopefully sleep awaited Ron...