A/N: Here is the next installment! Hope you like!

Falling

Chapter 2

Harry lay wide-awake, thinking of the day's events. He wondered what Ron's problem was. He knew for a fact that Ron didn't like Lil that way, so he must have lied. Every time Harry stood close to Ron, Ron would get nervous and move away. And forget about Ron talking to him. Whatever it was, it had something to do with him. Harry didn't like that at all, and forced himself into sleep.

And woke up in a compromising position. He was on Ron's side, with Ron's arms around him, and his legs on top of Ron's.

'Uhm, not good!" he thought, and pondered a way out. Just then, Ron rolled, so that Harry was completely on top of Ron.

'Shit!' was Harry's only thought. And, Ron decided to wake up. He blinked twice, and then stared. Harry decided to try to laugh it out.

"Morning sunshine!" he said laughing. Ron was very uncomfortable, and his face was turning beet.

"I guess you thought I was Lil" Harry said, getting off of Ron. Ron turned redder.

"Sorry m..mmma..mate" he said, starting to laugh. Then he couldn't stop. Tears rolled down his face and he was doubled over. Soon Harry joined in.

"Phew! If I ever do that again Harry, just get away while you can." Ron said and promptly giggled. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Ron, you giggled..." he said, and grinned. He turned and flew out the door and raced into the living room, Ron behind him.

"Ron giggles!" he shouted, and Ron tackled him. Mrs. Weasley just shook her head and the twins grinned. They wrestled for a bit, and then ate. Ron got up and his mother stopped him.

"Ron, I don't know where you got them, but you look very nice in your new skivvies." She said and Ron turned beet to his ears. As they walked back upstairs to get dressed, Harry snickered. Once in the room, Harry laughed.

"I like your knickers too Ronnykins" he said and laughed. Ron decked him with a pillow, and got his clothes on.

"Well, mine are better than yours." He said and then turned red. Harry just stared and then grinned as he put his clothes on.

They were in the woods, and Harry had made up his mind. Ron had to be gay. Why else would he have avoided his best mate? That morning had proven everything. If Ron had been like in the past, he would have been comfortable with Harry like that. But...Harry looked at Ron. The light was just beginning to fade, and Ron was looking at the stream.

"Ron?"

"Yeh?"

"How long have you been gay?" he asked directly. Ron gaped as he turned red.

"Wha?" and he coughed.

"Well...uhm...since last school year I think." He admitted.

"How'd you know?" he asked, looking down. Harry smiled.

"Well, this morning...." He trailed. Ron turned red, took a deep breath and turned to Harry.

"Harry, I don't know quite how to say this, but ...I love you. I have loved you for a while. I know you're straight, but I want...mpphh!" Ron was cut off by Harry leaning in and gently kissing him. Harry held the kiss briefly, and then pulled away.

"Whoever said I was straight?" he whispered, and cupped Ron's cheek.

"I love you too Ron. And nothing will change that." Harry said.

"But I want to do this right Harry. I want to court you. I want to know you more. I want to fall in love with you more" Ron said, and kissed Harry's hand. Harry was on the verge of tears.

"You really want me Ron? Me?" He asked. Ron's heart melted.

"Always Harry, always." Ron replied, and wrapped him in a hug.

"Always"