Chpt. 2 – Silver in the night

Harry rolled a small single ring around in the palm of his hand while the Hogwarts Express rolled to a stop. Hefting Hedwig down from the luggage rack he slipped the ring onto his own finger and proceeded to exit the train, heading towards the carriges, which Harry now knew to be pulled by odd creatures called Thestrals.

"Harry…"

Harry was suddenly pulled back to earth by Ginny as she prodded prodded him lightly in the side.

"Are you getting in or not?..."

"Oh, yah, sorry Ginny…"

Setting foot into the carriage, Harry was shortly followed by Ginny, Ron, and Hermione who had rejoined them after exiting the train. Smiling inwardly to himself, Harry fingered the ring which seemed to fit so snugly onto his ring finger. Only a little while longer…


The feast had finally come to a halt and all the Gryffindors climbed the ever moving staircase toward the portrait of the Fat Lady. Up ahead of Harry, Ron, and Hermione someone must have spoken the password as the Fat Lady swung forward like a door and people began to pour into the common room like water through a tap. They continued to move toward the passage into the common room, and Harry smirked slightly to himself. Once they were finally inside, Harry and Ron said goodnight to Hermione and made their way toward their dormitory, which now said sixth years. As they entered the room Harry heard Ron mutter something about how fast the years were going, but he was already thinking too much to pay much attention to whatever was said.

'I'll do it tonight, there's never going to be a better time'

Harry continued to think such thoughts to himself as he undressed and got into his pajamas. Slipping the button up shirt over his shoulders, Harry said goodnight to the others and crawled into bed, pulling the curtains closed, but he didn't sleep.

An hour later, once Harry was certain that all the others were asleep, he quietly made his way across the room. Stumbling around the room in the dark, Harry eventually found what he was looking for, and pulled the curtains on Ron's bed back slowly, certain to make no sound. Sitting himself down on the edge of the bed, causing as little motion as possible, Harry placed his hand lightly on Ron's shoulder and whispered close to his ear.

"Ron…"

"Huh?... Harry?...What is it? Is something wrong?"

Forcing Ron back down as he attempts to jump out of bed, Harry smiled to himself, unknown to Ron.

"No Ron, nothing's wrong."

"Then…what?"

"I belive this is yours…"

As Harry wispers this, he places his hand in Ron's and presses a small object into the palm of his hand. Retrieving his hand from Harry's, Ron sees the ring and is almost immediately overcome with a strange type of excitement.

"Harry, you found it. I though I had lost it, ever since the lights went out on the…"

Ron's eyes suddenly grew big as saucers as the full prospect of what had just happened set in. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, catching Harry by surprise, of all the reactions, he had never expected Ron to cry.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…I couldn't help…I mean…Oh my god what did I do…"

Ron saw Harry's arm raise, and flinched slightly in anticipation of the oncoming blow, but the blow never came. Instead, rather, a hand was laid gently on the side of Ron's face, caressing his cheek while words were whispered softly.

"Ron…it's okay…Ron…"

Thought the meaning was clear behind the words, they still seemed to have no effect on the now trembling boy before Harry. Without thinking, Harry placed his other hand on the other side of Ron's face and leaned forward slowly. Caught by surprise, Ron's eyes widened increadibly as Harry gently placed his lips upon Ron's, but the shock was short. Slowly, Ron pressed back, as he slid his arms around Harry's waist, Harry's crept around the back of his neck, his hands playing with the short hairs at the base of Ron's neck. The redhead shivered slightly at this playful little touch and then groaned as Harry pulled away from him.

Harry looked into a pair of glossy eyes as the kiss ended, and smiled once again. He would have never belived six years ago that he'd even have a best friend, none the less be kissing him at nearly one in the morning at the school for wizards and witches they both attend. Ron gently lifted his hand to his mouth and placed his fingers to his lips. As reality finally set in he glanced down at the sheet and blushed.

"It's okay…"

The words hung on the air for a few seconds until finally Ron leaned forward and buried his bright red head into Harry's chest. Wrapping his arms around his best friend, Harry mutters soothing words while placing a gentle kiss on top of Ron's head, followed by another. Soon Harry is running butterfly kisses down the side of Ron's face and begins to nibble gently on his ear, eliciting another moan. Finally Ron pulls back, rather suddenly, and places a heated kiss on Harry's lips, his tounge begging for entrance which Harry gladly allows. Needless to say, it was like nothing Harry had ever tasted before, but it was still the best thing he had ever tasted, and he reveled in it. He felt Ron's hand suddenly slide from the small of his back around to his stomach and begin to trace small circles on the skin under the silky fabaric of his pajamas, causing him to giggle slightly into the kiss. Slowly Ron's hand made it's way further down Harry's torso until they reached the elastic on his trousers, where a pale, small hand stopped his progress. Ron pulled back frowning slightly at the interruption, but did not have to wait long for an answer.

"Not tonight, we should take this slow, hell, we just started to sort this out tonight."

"yah, I guess you're right, but…"

"I know…I know…"

With that, Harry forced Ron to lie back on the bed, pulling the covers over himself as well in the process. Moving close to Ron, Harry wrapped his arms around Ron's waist and laid his head gently on Ron's chest. He smelled like cinnamon and Harry only wondered why he had never noticed before. He had always thought the red-head cute, but would never have imagined ever telling him he was bi. Now in one night everything had changed and they were sleeping in the same bed. Smiling, Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply of the cinnamon scent beneath him. A hand ran through his raven hair, causeing him to shudder slightly. Holding tightly to the redhead he wispers,

"Love you…"


A/N: Sorry for making you wait like forever for this, but due to school and work I have like no time. I thank those who have bothered to review. Give me a good response and I may keep going, but as of now this is a good place to stop

MK