Pairing: HarryxDraco (eventually)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did ):
Hope you like it!
It was the first day back after the summer holidays. Harry, Ron and Hermionie had all bagged a carriage on the Hogwarts Express, and were lounging around, speeding along towards Hogwarts.
"This is great, Harry. I can't believe you got Head Boy!" commented Hermionie. Ron nodded, and Harry beamed at his two best friends.
"Yeah, top job, mate." Ron said, and reached over to get another chocolate frog. "Want one?" he offered to Harry. Harry shook his head, and Ron shrugged. "You should eat more, Harry. You're a bag of bones!" he tickled Harry on the stomach, and Harry squirmed.
"It's my metabolism. I hate being wiry." Harry felt his own stomach. He could feel his ribcage, and he could even count the ribs. Disgusting, in Harry's opinion.
"No way! You look good wiry. I'd like to be super skinny. I'm just fat" Ron prodded his own stomach. Harry laughed, and said "you're not fat! No chance!" he grabbed Ron round the stomach, and hugged him tightly, "see, I can get my arms around you!". Ron laughed, and tried to free himself from Harry's grasp, but failed. Ron shook his head, and turned to Hermionie, "can you blame him? I am gorgeous, after all".
She chuckled and raised an eyebrow, "gorgeous? What, have you been looking in the mirror or Erised again?" she snickered at her own joke. Ron sighed, "some people just don't appreciate my beauty."
"I do!" piped up Harry, "I appreciate it lots!"
"Yeah, we can see that mate!" Ron said. They all laughed, and Harry released Ron. They continued to talk about various things for the next 20 minutes or so, and then they got changed. Hermionie moved into a separate carriage with Lavender and the girls, and got changed there.
"Hey, Ron, what's that scratch on your belly?" Harry asked, pulling off his shirt. Ron's reply was muffled, and inaudible. "What?" Harry strained to catch what Ron was saying. Ron came free of his tee shirt, which was he cause of this muffling, and repeated "Pig did it". Harry snorted at the mental image of a single tiny owl attacking a massive-in-comparison certain red-headed boy. Harry shook his head is mock disappointment.
"Hey, have you been working out, Ron?" he asked, shocked. Ron blushed, and mumbled something about "needing to be in shape for Quiddich trials". Harry couldn't keep his eyes off Ron's stomach. His muscles were perfectly tones, and he was as slim as a gazelle. Not skinny, but slim. Why had Ron said he was fat then? Harry thought. He probably doesn't have much self-confidence. I should build it up more, start passing allot of compliments he decided. "You look great, mate. Honest" he said. Ron blushed harder, and smiled, "so do you".
Well, if Ron wants to pass compliments as well, he can. I'm not bothered. It's not like he's hitting on me or anything. Or is it... Harry shook free of these thoughts. Ron wasn't gay! How could he think such a thing? Harry mentally punched himself for even thinking that. But he never had been with a girl, ever..
Why is Harry telling me these things? Does he fancy me or something? I wouldn't really mind if he did.. I might make it easier to break the news to him. I'll have to make sure though.. an evil grin crossed Ron's face. This could be fun.
When they all left the train, they passed Hagrid, as usual, and said hello. He was bellowing at the top of his voice, "firs' years over 'ere! Come on, now! Don' be afraid!" he waved at them and continued to shout. Everyone in a 100 metre radius of him had their hands over their ears, trying to drown out the sound of his bellowing. Harry, Ron and Hermionie clambered into a little golden carriage, driven by the creepy and mysterious Thestrals, and shut the door. The carriages all started to move, when they heard a small yelling from outside. Hermionie opened the door again, and yelped. Neville was running along side the carriage, trying to jump up onto the small step to get in, but kept on losing his footing, and falling. As the carriages picked up pace, Hermionie grabbed hold on Neville's hand, and pulled him up, with the help of Harry and Ron. Neville sat down and panted. "Thanks, guys. That was close!" Harry smiled at Neville, and asked "how was your holiday, Nev?"
"My grandma fell down and broke her wrist, so I spent a bit of it in hospital. She's alright now, luckily. She asked me if I could heal it with magic, but I said I'm not that good! Do you reckon you'd be able to heal something like that, Hermionie?". Hermionie shook her head, "even I'm not that advanced yet." The carriages made their way to the castle, and by the time they had finished their conversation about the summer holidays, they had reached the massive oak doors or Hogwarts. Neville jumped out first, falling flat on his face, as usual, then Hermionie jumped down after him. Ron climbed down the steps, and gave a hand to Harry. Harry looked at it strangely, then took it. Ron did a curt little mock bow, and released Harry's hand. Harry laughed nervously, and started to follow Neville and Hermionie to the castle.
"Gungah Zarif.. GRYFFINDOR!" bellowed the sorting hat, and a small Indian boy stumbled towards the Gryffindor table, grinning at his friends. Dumbledore stood up, and the clapping ceased. "Alas, I have no meaningless words for you this year. Except for these: hibble! Hobble! Triple! Trobble! Enjoy your dinners" he took his seat again, and the whole hall burst into a wave of chatting. Harry reached for the boiled potatoes, and laughed at the amount of food on Ron's plate. Ron usually piled his plate sky high with everything he could reach, but this year he only had a few items of food.
"What's wrong Ron? Don't feel like eating" Seamus asked, reaching for his goblet of pumpkin juice. Ron shook his head, "lately I just don't need to eat. I don't feel hungry much any more." He shrugged and began on his meat pie. Harry was shocked, but thought nothing of it, and engaged in deep conversation with Dean Thomas. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ron staring intensely at him, with eyes glazed over. He looked at Ron, and Ron looked away, blushing slightly. Harry turned back to Dean.
After all the prefect meetings, and Head Boy meetings, they walked back up to the common room. Harry uttered the password, 'Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse' and he, Ron and Hermionie went inside. The fire was blazing, and the atmosphere was calm and collective. Ron and Harry bid Hermionie good night, and went off to bed.
Harry drew the hangings around him, stripped down to his boxers, and clambered into his bed. He removed his glasses and placed them on his bedside table. Laying in bed, he contemplated about Ron's behaviour today. The intense gaze, him not eating much, his new muscular body... Harry knew something was up, but he didn't know what...
Ron checked his watch. Midnight. This was the first stage of his master plan. He climbed out of bed, and quietly slipped behind the blood red hangings. Making his way to Harry's bed, he stubbed his toe on someone's trunk. He swore under his breath, and rubbed his toe. He continued to Harry's bed and drew back the hangings In the silvery moonlight, he watched Harry sleep, and leant over, brushing away the hairs on Harry's face, revealing his sleeping eyes, and his disfiguring scar. He smiled sadly, and stroked Harry's face, like a child's. It was as soft as a peach, and as smooth as new leather. Harry looked so different without glasses. Older, more mature. More serious. More handsome... Ron coughed, and prepared to put his plan into action. He shook Harry's shoulders. It is a crime to wake something so beautiful... thought Ron, but he continued to shake until Harry was awake. "Wh-what? Ron, what's wr-wrong?" Harry stuttered, stifling a yawn. He sat up and wiped his eyes free of sleep, then reached for his glasses. Ron whispered "I had a bad dream. Please, can I sleep in your bed?" Ron put on his best worried face, and sniffed. Harry sighed, and rolled over. "Only for tonight. You're not a child anymore, Ron" he said grumpily. Harry wasn't really in the best of moods when he had just been woken up from a fantastic dream, involving, strangely, Snape being swallowed by a huge cauldron, and Neville dancing on his head like a Morris dancer(1) . Ron beamed, and climbed in. The bed was very narrow, and so Ron and Harry had to lie sideways to fit in, and had to lie very close together. Harry muttered "goodnight" and fell asleep almost instantly. Ron however lay awake, listening to his banging heart. He kind of liked being this close to Harry. It should happen more often, heh heh, thought Ron. He sighed, and curled up closer to Harry. "Night" he whispered, and closed his eyes.
Author's Note: (1) 'Morris Dancer' - many people might not know what a Morris Dance is, but I will tell you; it's like a jig, and you have bells on your feet and arms and a hat with bells, and tamborines and you dance around merrily, sometimes around a pole.
This is my very first FF on here! I just read loads, haha. I really hope you like it. Review it if you want:3 nn