(A/N - So here's the first real chapter. Nothing much to say…except, Enjoy!)

Chapter1 – Confusion Amid Relief – Ron's POV

I stretched out on my bright orange bed spread, glad to finally be home. It had been a long summer.

I'm so glad Harry and Mione got together, they are so perfect for each other. I myself am feeling really confused.

I do want to have a relationship, but I…Well, I don't think I'm interested in girls. Ok, I know I'm not. I haven't told anyone yet. I wasn't sure at first, but I've had time to think about it and now I'm sure. I'm gay.

I found a dirty magazine under Fred's pillow once, and I decided to look through it. What I saw didn't interest me at all. That's what got me thinking. It had never crossed my mind before, but now that I thought about it, it all fit.

When I found out about Ginny and Malfoy, I couldn't stay mad long. He's just so hot; I can see why she's interested. Not that I want her to, but…

The problem is, I'm scared to tell anyone. I haven't had to think about it for a while, what with the war, and the aftermath of the war. But now there's nothing else to think about, so I'm stuck with it. I don't know how Harry and Mione will react, let alone my brothers. That would be a nightmare.

I suppose I really shouldn't worry about telling Harry and Hermione. If they really are the friends I know they are, they won't care. I'm just…a little insecure.

I laid on my bed thinking about it for a couple of hours before drifting off to sleep.

"Ronald Weasley, get up this instant!" Molly Weasley shouted right into my face.

I groaned.

"I've been calling you for twenty minutes! You've got to get ready for school; we're leaving in half an hour!

"Alright, I'm up…" I rolled out of bed and dragged myself into the shower.

Five minutes later I emerged wide awake and refreshed. Thankfully, Mum had made me pack my trunk the night before, so I locked it up and dragged it down the stairs.

I had all new school books and robes this year. Dad's new job had its benefits.

I tossed a few pieces of bacon onto a piece of bread and practically swallowed it whole.

After I finished eating, I ran back upstairs to brush my teeth. I was half way back down the stairs when I heard Mum yelling, "Hurry up, you two! Get your trunks in the car. We're going to be late!"

I ran the rest of the way down and began lugging my trunk over to the car.

We ran through Kings Cross station with our luggage trolleys, each leaning casually against the barrier to platform nine and three quarters in turn. Just as I fell through the barrier the train's whistle sounded.

"I'll miss you, both of you. Have fun, be good, owl us if you've forgotten anything." Mum gave me and Ginny a hug and pushed us towards the train. "Go on, it's leaving! Bye!"

We jumped on just as the door slid closed.

"Come on, let's go find our compartment," said Ginny.

We put our trunks into a storage compartment and slowly started making our way through the train, pausing to say hi to anyone we knew.

I noticed that everyone seemed cheerful, like a huge weight had been lifted from their shoulders. And I supposed it had. Now that you-know-who is dead, everyone can relax and feel safe.

We reached the very last compartment on the train. Malfoy, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and that Blaise Zabini boy I've never spoken to.

"Draco!" Ginny cried happily. She ran over to him and sat on his lap, kissing him lightly. I turned towards Harry and Mione. Harry was smiling widely. "Hey, mate. How was the rest of your summer?"

"Too short," I replied. "Now it's back to work again," I said, but in good humor.

"Come, sit," said Mione, patting the seat next to her. I sat.

"Why is that Zabini kid here," I asked in a whisper.

"Malfoy brought him. Apparently his father locked him up when he told his family he didn't want to fight for Voldemort." I winced when she said the name.

"Oh Ron, He's dead. There's no harm in saying his name now."

"Just a habit," I said.

After the start of year feast, and a long speech about the war from Dumbledore, the lot of us were sitting at the Gryffindor table. Ginny didn't want to leave Malfoy behind, and since he couldn't come into the Gryffindor common room without the permission of the head of house, the great hall was the only place for us to be.

Harry and I were playing wizard's chess…or should I say…I was royally kicking Harry's ass at wizard's chess. Gin and Malfoy were at the end of the table, talking in low whispers. I didn't even want to think about what they were saying.

I finally felt completely relaxed and at home for the first time since then end of fourth year, when you-know…er…Voldemort, came back.

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