Sorry for the long wait, I hit a major writer's block and couldn't continue; then I had some major family issues I had to attend to, not to mention that I started school again! But I'm over with the writers block because I decided to change the POV and now everything is ok again!

Ok ladies and gents. I get to have a bit of a rant before we get started today. Ok I love reviews, don't get me wrong I love them just as much as the next writer, but PLEASE, be sensible when you review. Telling me that I'm doing a good job is wonderful, and so is telling me about spelling errors or plot holes that I should fix. But come on people, leaving one word reviews is like going swimming with no water. I mean what in the hell am I supposed to do with 'ick!'? Ick Ron thinks Harry and Malfoy are hot? Ick Draco was going to kiss Ron? Ick what! Let's be a little more specific here please. I don't mean to yell, but I thought I should express my feelings.

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As Ron pounded up the dormitory steps he knew that he was going to die; one of three very plausible ways; 1. He was going to get killed by Harry in the morning for taking his invisibility cloak; 2. He was going to die of embarrassment in the morning when he walked into great hall for breakfast the next morning. Malfoy telling everyone in Slytherin what had happened on the pitch not 15 minutes ago. He could just imagine the pealing laughter as he walked into the room, everyone stopping what they were doing just to point and laugh; it was a nauseating thought. But the one that Ron was betting on was number 3, dieing of hyperventilation.

He hated that lightheaded feeling when it didn't matter how slow or how fast you took a breath, you just couldn't stop getting oxygen to your brain. He hated the feeling that your brain was going to come dribbling out your ears if you didn't do something to breath right again. And then there was an opening of a brown sack being pushed to his lips. The lips that had almost kissed…. Oh god! A gentle hand was pressing against the back of his head while the other was holding the bag steady at his mouth. "Hey, hey, Ron, calm down it's not as bad as all that. Slowly… slowly… that's it…" The hand was now petting his hair, smoothing it in a very comforting way that Ron couldn't express his gratitude for. And as his vision cleared and he was able to take the sack into his own hands and glace at the roommate that had 'saved his life'. Ron eyes went wide and he brought the sack to his lips again. No it couldn't be; but there he was, in all of his klutzy glory, was Neville Longbottom smiling and rubbing at his arm like he had told and embarrassing lie.

Several minutes passed, and then finally Neville was the first to speak, "I know why you went out tonight." Ron was dumbstruck, how could he have known; was there a reason that Neville was taking Divinations with he and Harry? As if reading his mind, Neville held out the small note that Draco had written, "you don't hide you evidence very well." Ron blushed and looked down at the floor. There was a soft 'come on', and Neville motioned toward his bed, Ron's eyebrow rose. "Well, you want to talk or don't you?" he asked as he slipped on top of the mattress and pulled a pillow into his grasp. Ron said nothing but pulled himself miserablely to his feet and walked around the room to Nevilles four poster and pulled himself on to it.

Ron sighed as Neville closed the hangings of his bed, and cast a privacy charm (he'd been practicing you know). Nothing was said for what seemed like minutes on end, it was only interrupted when Neville reached out and let his fingertips make a spidery crawl down Ron's knee; he let out a very girlish shriek. "Merlin's beard, Neville! Give a guy a warning before you do that. What were you trying to do, make me pee my pants?"

"Boy crazy I see." Neville said with a small grin. "Oh very funny, ha ha ha." Ron's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Sorry," Neville said, "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

Neither of the boys looked at each other after that, the tension that hung in the air returned tenfold. Suddenly Ron couldn't take it anymore; everything that had happened that night was finally weighing him down; he could feel tears prick at his eyes… 'Oh god…' a sad look crossed Neville's face as he saw the emotional rollercoaster that was throwing Ron for just about every loop in the book. And before he could take it back Neville opened his arms and took Ron into then once again that night and did his best to comfort him as Ron began to cry his eyes out.

Ron was grateful that it was Neville that was holding him; any of the other boys in the dorm would have told him to suck it up or to get his Flaming Fairy arse out his straight bed. But Neville was notorious for being the more tolerant one in the dorm. If any one needed to talk to somebody about something, Neville was the one to go to not because he had no one to tell, but because he would always have some little tidbit of wisdom to share that would put your mind at ease, and let you sleep easier that night. He was one of Gryffindors best kept secrets.

"Was it real Neville?" Ron sniffed, burying his face in Nevilles shoulder. "I wanted it to be so much, but I just couldn't've taken it if he wasn't!" Neville made small motions on Ron's back, "I don't know if he was serious, but I hope he was." 'For his sake' he added as an afterthought. "Damn it! Why does shit like this always have to happen to me?" Ron balled a fist and struck Neville's chest, but he just took it and smiled a comforting smile at him. "I mean I do what I'm supposed to! I don't hex people for no good reason, I do what my mum tells me to, I even do my homework; ok maybe not voluntarily but I still get it done! Why can't I be a normal person; why do I have to be the fairy that falls for the enemy prince?!"

"I don't know, I just don't know."

Ron pushed away from Neville and scrubbed at his eyes and stared at him. "What no pearls of wisdom today?" he asked ruefully. Neville shook his head "no not today, but I will tell you something else."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"He stares at you as much as you stare at him." Ron blushed, "am I that noticeable?" Neville smiled and shook his head, "no not really, I'm just used to watching people more then the average person."

A feeling of rage flitted trough Ron at that moment. How dare Neville watch his Draco! He had never wanted to commit a murder more at any other time then that one second after Neville had said those words. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips pursed. "You watch Draco?" he asked, examining Nevilles eyes light with realization at what he just said. "Oh no! Not like that! No offence Ron but I'm straight." Ron huffed and scrubbed at his nose again "well, good then. Make sure it stays that way." Neville rolled his eyes but smiled again at the flustered Ron. "No seriously Ron, I always face the Slytherin table when I'm eating and he's just about always looking at you or glaring at someone who's bugging him. In potions, at the pitch, in the halls when your not looking or fighting with him. All I have to say is that he's a damned good actor."

By this time Ron's eyes where dimmed over in thought; 'could I have been wrong? Was he taking that big of a chance at the pitch tonight as I was by coming out there? Could he REALLY like ME; a WEASLY?' Ron closed his eyes and sighed having long ago ceased crying. Neville thought it best to let him stew for awhile, but not for too long. 'What would he see in me,' Ron thought again, 'I'm nothing but long legs, gangly arms and red hair? I'm not anything special, but… wait…'

"Neville…" He looked up at Ron, "you watch people a lot, right?"

"It's a sort of hobby."

"Do you watch me?" Neville blushed and looked away, "sometimes…"

"Please tell me, do… do I have passion?"

"Where did this come from?"

"Just answer me… Do I Have Passion?"

"Well, yeah, about Quidditch and about charms even though you hate the homework, you must have gotten that from your brothers. And you have a passion about you friends, you just seam to glow when you're with them." This time it was Rons turn to blush and he stuck his face in his hands. "Is it like the color of my lips?" Ron asked between his fingers. "Say what?"

"Is It Like The Color Of My Lips!"

"Whoa, now that's something I wouldn't know about!"

"Sorry."

"Now listen Ron, you wanted a little pearl of wisdom, so here it is. Don't screw around on love, she's a very fickle person and will not stay around forever for us mortals to make up our minds, and tell each other that we like them. Just do it and get it over with, and stop mooning over Malfoy like a girl!" Ron bristled, "he likes you and you obviously like him. So why not just get it over with? Put that passion of yours to use!"

And something struck Ron, Neville was right, Malfoy was right. He did have passion, but it was all focused on Draco at the moment and that was why he was doing so bad in his classes and why he had been distracted at Quidditch matches. "Your right Neville, I think I will tell him. And be damned what the world and everyone else thinks! It's not there place to tell me who I should and should not like or love…" Ron deflated for a moment, "but when should I tell him, I mean the only time we are even a semblance of alone is at double potions tomorrow, well I don't need to tell you the problem with that." Ron looked sour as Neville thought for a moment. "Why don't you skip lunch tomorrow and get their early, and if he watches you as much as I think he does, he might follow you out. And that way you won't vomit on him."

Ron looked horrified, "that only happened once! And it wasn't that bad!"

"Ron you barfed right on Hermione's skirt!"

"I got nervous," Ron grumbled. Neville tried to smile but a yawn got in the way noticing that he hadn't checked the time since they had sat on his bed Neville opened his bed curtains to look at his alarm. "Good god," he said "It's nearly three in the morning. I think we should get to bed some of us have a big day tomorrow."

"Yeah," Ron said yawning himself, "I think I will, thanks and good night Neville." Ron said as he piled off of Neville bed and across the room to his own. "Good night," Neville intoned, "Oh and Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Don't forget to write this down."

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Wow my longest chapter! I know that I said only one more chapter to go but this was getting pretty long and I was way over due on updating. So I hope you all forgive me, but I can only work on this on weekends that I don't have homework (being a returning senior can be a drag). But I still love all of you and think about how much you guys are grumbling that I haven't up dated in what two, three months. Trust me I'm listing and thinking about all of you all the time!

Oh and this chapter looks so much better with tabs... but I can't get the site to save them maybe its something i'm doing? if it is can someone tell me what to do?