Chapter 2: … Is Always a Good Thing

"So how is seeing with our inner eye going today boys?" Professor Trelawney. Ron yawned openly and said with a sideways glance at Harry, "Umm… fine?" Professor Trelawney narrowed her eyes and said, "Mr. Weasley you get to practice an extra half an hour a night until you can see something in the crystal ball." Harry laughed. "That goes for you to Mr. Potter." Harry stopped. Ron glanced at Harry when Professor Trelawney had her back turned and mouthed Damnit. "Class dismissed." Professor Trelawney said.

4 hours later…

"This sucks ass." Ron said. "I can't see shit in this thing" He motioned to the pure glass ball sitting on the table in front of him. He sighed. "I would ask Hermione but seeing as how she walked out of the class-"

"She wouldn't help you any way Ron." Harry said with a smile.

"Why would you say that? She can't help helping us when we suck at school. It's in her nature." Ron said.

"Well I asked her to help me with my Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts homework this week and she snapped at me. You'll never get a good job if you keep asking for help! God." Harry flopped down on the couch and sighed.

"Well, I'm done." Ron said as he packed his crystal ball in his bag.

"Now, now. Did you see something?" Harry asked in a mocking voice.

"No." Ron answered.

"Good enough for me." Harry said shrugging his shoulders. "Well I'm goin to bed. It's late and I need to get some sleep. Night."

"Night Harry." Ron said as he finished packing his crystal ball.

About 20 minutes later Ron went upstairs. Harry was asleep in his bed. Ron walked around quietly as to not wake him. Ron undressed and got into bed. Ron stared out the window that was by Harry's bed. It started to rain hard. Ron didn't know how long he stayed like that, but a while later he was starttled by Harry. Harry, who had been in a peacful sleep, was now sitting straight up in his bed, shaking. Ron sat up on his bed. "Harry?" He asked.

"Y-yes?" Harry answered.

"Whats wrong?" Ron said turning in his bed to get a better look at Harry.

"N-nothing. Just... I had a bad dream ok." Harry said. Ron nodded. A few seconds of silence passed. Harry then turned to Ron and said "Ron? Would it be... okay... if I umm... " Harry didn't have to finish. Ron nodded again and Harry went and sat down across for Ron on his bed. Ron sat up and leaned against the headboard. Harry was sitting in front of him,(leaning on one of the post thingys) staring at the wall ahead with a blank expression on his face. His eyes, once a bright green, now looked like a dull gray in the moonlight that was now streaming through the window across the room. It took Ron 5 seconds to realize that Harry was crying, silently, but openly.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Ron asked quietly.

Harry shook his head slightly. No. Ron got up, got his crystal ball out of his bag and sat on Harry's bed with it. I'll give Harry sometime alone. He thought. He'll come to me when he's ready. Ron stared blankly into the smoke that was swirling in the ball and sighed. After 10 minutes he saw something in the smoke. He actually saw something. But what was it? It was getting a bit more detailed. There were… there were two people. They were in a room. A Common room at Hogwarts! But who were they? As he straightened up he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Harry was lying down on his back on Ron's bed staring up at the ceiling. Ron turned his head to look at him. Though Harry had tears streaming down his face, Ron got the same thoughts he had been having for the past three weeks. He's so alone. He needs someone who cares for him.

Why not you then? A voice in the back of his head said.

What do you mean me? Ron asked the voice.

Well there's no one else in this world that cares for him more than you. The voice said.

There's my mum. Ron said.

But she can't give him what he wants now can she. Said the voice.

What do you mean? What's he want? Ron asked.

You'll have to find out. Said the voice.

Ron looked up again and found Harry now sitting up, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Ron looked out the window. Rain was now falling softly outside, in a misty kind of way. Ron sighed. He got up and walked over to his bed. He sat down next to Harry. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"What do you think?" Harry said sadly. "The last person left that I had who actually cared about me is now dead. And it's because of me. All I ever did was get people killed." Harry put his head in his hands and started to cry again.

"Harry that's not true. There are a lot of people who care about you. Hermione, my family, especially my mum, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, Lupin, Hagrid, and me. And you'll never know how much I really do." Ron finished the last part quietly. But Harry heard him. Harry looked up at Ron with his eyes full of unshed tears. It was killing Ron to let Harry go on and sit there like that. Ron reached out and pulled Harry into a hug. Ron let Harry cry onto his shoulder for a bit. Harry pulled away sometime later and smiled at Ron.

"Thanks. That meant a lot to me." Harry said as he wiped his eyes. Ron smiled back and said, "Any time. I'm here for you." A couple minutes passed.

Without even noticing what he was doing, Ron reached up and gently brushed his hand against Harry's cheek, wiping the tears away. He stopped when he realized what he had done. They froze like that for a moment. Harry sitting on Ron's bed with Ron's hand gently touching Harry's face. Very slowly, Ron reached up and took off Harry's glasses. He put them on the side of the bed and turned back to Harry. Harry had stopped crying but the tears were still running down his face. Ron wiped them away. His hand was now gently tracing Harry's cheekbone and lips. Ron looked into Harry's eyes and saw that they had returned from their dull grayish colour to their bright green. Ron leaned forward and his lips met Harry's.

End of chapter 2! Please read and review!