Warning: Language, Sex and Slash - oh my!
Summary: After a very interesting evening with an unconscious Ron, Harry is determined to find out what's really going on in that red-head's mind. By whatever means necessary. After all, the ends justify the means, right?
A/N: Anything REMOTELY good of this story doesn't belong to me.
~*~
Harry suddenly felt like he was swimming; his body was weightless and he could move by propelling himself, but there was no water. In its place was void. Blackness. Not warm, not cold, just nothing.
Instantly, Harry felt that he should be scared - but he wasn't. There was something familiar about this particular place, this abyss. Checking to see if his eyes were really open, Harry blinked. Yep, there was nothing - but it was a visible nothing. 'Is there such a thing as a visible nothing?' Harry pondered, but his thought was interrupted by a sudden waft of smell.
An aroma.
So familiar - he had smelled it before, but where? He surged himself forward, following the scent through the blackness. It was getting stronger - 'where do I know this from?' - stronger - 'it almost smells like- ' THE BURROW!
Instantly, the recognition hit Harry, and he was overpowered by it. The smell of good things in the oven, old wood, dust and sunshine all at once. The aroma comforted him.
'But why would a void smell like the Bur-'
Then it hit him. He was inside Ron's head! But why couldn't he see anything? Harry looked around, checking to see if he had missed anything.
Have you ever tried to pinpoint something in utter blackness? Well, if you haven't, it's quite the difficult task. Harry was finding it difficult to know where to look. Just because he's facing a certain way, didn't mean that it was forward, backward, or anywhere else for that matter. Even trying to scan in one direction proved to be frustrating. No landmarks. No way to tell if he had looked there before.
Just as he was about to give up, Harry spotted a faint glimmer of light, just to his left (or what he assumed was left.) Propelling himself in that direction, the glow began to get brighter. 'What an odd sensation, flying through someone's mind.' Harry thought offhandedly. Similar to flying on his Firebolt, but completely different at the same time. 'Ah.' Harry grinned, 'No wind.'
Unexpectedly, Harry had arrived at the light. Whatever it was that he had expected, it certainly wasn't what he found. The light wasn't really a light, but many lights. Sort of like spotlights dimming and fading and brightening all at once. And they weren't the whitish yellow color he had once thought. They were kind of a greenish, blue. No, wait. Now they're kind of reddish. Wait, no. They're changing too fast!
Trying to think logically, Harry attempted to make sense of the light show.
'Say, the colors represent something. Maybe, emotions?' Harry's face contorted as he thought. 'So, if they represent emotions, and they're flickering on and off so fast and changing color all the time-'
Again, clarity hit Harry like a ton of bricks.
"He's confused!"
He had to laugh at himself for that. Of course Ron was confused. He knew that to begin with.
Starting to get disappointed, Harry tried to think of a way out. Professor Trelawney DID say that the amulet would help to get into the head of whomever he was dreaming about, but did she really mean it this literally?
'This wasn't at all what I expected. Why can't I see Ron?'
Then it hit him, again.
"Because he's not asleep! He's not dreaming!"
Suddenly Harry was happy that no one could see him right then, because he was sure he had the dumbest expression on his face. He couldn't help but think 'DUH'.
Well, it was settled then. The amulet really doesn't do any good unless the other person is asleep as well. 'I'll have to come back later. Hope Ron's asleep soon.'
Now, how to get out? He got there by putting the amulet on, so logically, if he took it off, he'd be home. Checking to see if he was still wearing the amulet, and he was, Harry pulled it off from around his neck.
Instantly, the world was swimming again. The lights, the smell, everything was gone. He was falling.
Falling
Falling
BAM!
Harry hit his bed with a sudden, violent bounce. His head in a daze, Harry searched for his clock.
7:52
Had it only been a couple of minutes since he last looked? How was that possible? It felt as if he had been flying around that void for hours! 'Maybe time doesn't mean so much in your own head.' Harry thought.
Sighing, Harry looked back at the clock.
7:53
It would still be a couple of hours till Ron went to sleep. No use waiting on my bed for him. Only after he had thought that did Harry realize how odd it sounded.
Harry let out a small chuckle and headed downstairs.
~*~
Hermione was sitting by the fire as Harry came clopping down the steps. Immersed in her book, she hadn't noticed him yet. Harry had opened his mouth to greet her, but was stopped short by the sudden realization that she looked amazing. Not that she had done something to her hair, or was wearing anything particularly eye-catching - no, it wasn't anything as obvious as that.
Maybe it was the way the fire reflected upon her face, or the intense crease in her brow that caught his attention. Whatever it was, it had stopped Harry in his tracks.
A sudden pop in the fire caused Hermione to jump, spilling sparks, and her books, all over the floor of the Gryffindor Common room.
It was Harry's laugh that finally caught her attention. Groaning, Hermione rolled her eyes as she picked up her books.
"That wasn't funny."
"Yes, actually, it was." Harry made his way to the couch next to Hermione and sat down.
"You haven't seen Ron anywhere, have you?"
"Yes, actually, just a minute ago." Hermione looked towards the door. "He ran out of here in a huff."
"That's what I thought." Harry sighed. "So, read anything good lately?"
For the next 2 hours, Harry and Hermione sat and had an intellectual discussion. Philosophical almost. Much to both of their surprise. Harry hadn't much felt like talking to anyone for a while. Tonight was different somehow. Perhaps his latest obsession had revived a spark long past snuffed. Harry had become so absorbed listening to Hermione that he had almost forgotten about Ron. Almost, that is, until he appeared out of the shadows, still pale, but his eyes were back to their normal shape.
'His emotions must have finally settled on one color.' Harry thought.
" Ello Ron." Hermione turned and grinned at him.
"Ello."
Harry nodded.
Ron nodded.
The tension between them had gotten so thick that it was almost too difficult to speak.
"Ron," Harry lowered his voice. "About earlier-"
"Can we talk about it later? I really need to get some sleep." And with that, Ron made his way upstairs. Without, noticeably, saying goodnight to either Hermione or Harry.
"What's eating him?" Hermione whispered to Harry.
Softly smiling, Harry replied.
"I think he's confused."
"Confused about wot?" Hermione, now greatly intrigued, questioned.
"Same thing we're all confused about, Mione," Harry stated, matter-of- factly.
Now confused, "And what would that be, by chance?"
Harry stayed silent for a moment, and then replied, "I'm about to find out."
~*~
Harry opened the door to their room as quietly as he could, hoping that he would find Ron asleep. He was. Not sleeping quite as "freely" as he was the night before, but asleep all the same.
Quietly, Harry undressed and got into his pajama pants. They were an ugly light blue with darker blue stars pasted all over - not exactly his style, but quite comfortable. Sliding between the sheets, Harry took the amulet from its hiding place in his pocket and held it.
'Do I really want to do this?'
The answer came to him so quickly that he barely had time to ponder.
He didn't think it -
He felt it.
'YES'
In his gut he felt what he should do.
Slowly, with anticipation guiding his fingers, he slipped the amulet around his neck that was now slick with sweat.
Harry closed his eyes and thought of Ron.
Again, the world began to swirl around him - his body weightless - swirling - swirling- swirling.
Then, nothing.
Harry opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings.
If it were possible to be knocked backwards from the sheer shock, Harry would've been blown back a mile.
"Oh my God."
~*~
Summary: After a very interesting evening with an unconscious Ron, Harry is determined to find out what's really going on in that red-head's mind. By whatever means necessary. After all, the ends justify the means, right?
A/N: Anything REMOTELY good of this story doesn't belong to me.
~*~
Harry suddenly felt like he was swimming; his body was weightless and he could move by propelling himself, but there was no water. In its place was void. Blackness. Not warm, not cold, just nothing.
Instantly, Harry felt that he should be scared - but he wasn't. There was something familiar about this particular place, this abyss. Checking to see if his eyes were really open, Harry blinked. Yep, there was nothing - but it was a visible nothing. 'Is there such a thing as a visible nothing?' Harry pondered, but his thought was interrupted by a sudden waft of smell.
An aroma.
So familiar - he had smelled it before, but where? He surged himself forward, following the scent through the blackness. It was getting stronger - 'where do I know this from?' - stronger - 'it almost smells like- ' THE BURROW!
Instantly, the recognition hit Harry, and he was overpowered by it. The smell of good things in the oven, old wood, dust and sunshine all at once. The aroma comforted him.
'But why would a void smell like the Bur-'
Then it hit him. He was inside Ron's head! But why couldn't he see anything? Harry looked around, checking to see if he had missed anything.
Have you ever tried to pinpoint something in utter blackness? Well, if you haven't, it's quite the difficult task. Harry was finding it difficult to know where to look. Just because he's facing a certain way, didn't mean that it was forward, backward, or anywhere else for that matter. Even trying to scan in one direction proved to be frustrating. No landmarks. No way to tell if he had looked there before.
Just as he was about to give up, Harry spotted a faint glimmer of light, just to his left (or what he assumed was left.) Propelling himself in that direction, the glow began to get brighter. 'What an odd sensation, flying through someone's mind.' Harry thought offhandedly. Similar to flying on his Firebolt, but completely different at the same time. 'Ah.' Harry grinned, 'No wind.'
Unexpectedly, Harry had arrived at the light. Whatever it was that he had expected, it certainly wasn't what he found. The light wasn't really a light, but many lights. Sort of like spotlights dimming and fading and brightening all at once. And they weren't the whitish yellow color he had once thought. They were kind of a greenish, blue. No, wait. Now they're kind of reddish. Wait, no. They're changing too fast!
Trying to think logically, Harry attempted to make sense of the light show.
'Say, the colors represent something. Maybe, emotions?' Harry's face contorted as he thought. 'So, if they represent emotions, and they're flickering on and off so fast and changing color all the time-'
Again, clarity hit Harry like a ton of bricks.
"He's confused!"
He had to laugh at himself for that. Of course Ron was confused. He knew that to begin with.
Starting to get disappointed, Harry tried to think of a way out. Professor Trelawney DID say that the amulet would help to get into the head of whomever he was dreaming about, but did she really mean it this literally?
'This wasn't at all what I expected. Why can't I see Ron?'
Then it hit him, again.
"Because he's not asleep! He's not dreaming!"
Suddenly Harry was happy that no one could see him right then, because he was sure he had the dumbest expression on his face. He couldn't help but think 'DUH'.
Well, it was settled then. The amulet really doesn't do any good unless the other person is asleep as well. 'I'll have to come back later. Hope Ron's asleep soon.'
Now, how to get out? He got there by putting the amulet on, so logically, if he took it off, he'd be home. Checking to see if he was still wearing the amulet, and he was, Harry pulled it off from around his neck.
Instantly, the world was swimming again. The lights, the smell, everything was gone. He was falling.
Falling
Falling
BAM!
Harry hit his bed with a sudden, violent bounce. His head in a daze, Harry searched for his clock.
7:52
Had it only been a couple of minutes since he last looked? How was that possible? It felt as if he had been flying around that void for hours! 'Maybe time doesn't mean so much in your own head.' Harry thought.
Sighing, Harry looked back at the clock.
7:53
It would still be a couple of hours till Ron went to sleep. No use waiting on my bed for him. Only after he had thought that did Harry realize how odd it sounded.
Harry let out a small chuckle and headed downstairs.
~*~
Hermione was sitting by the fire as Harry came clopping down the steps. Immersed in her book, she hadn't noticed him yet. Harry had opened his mouth to greet her, but was stopped short by the sudden realization that she looked amazing. Not that she had done something to her hair, or was wearing anything particularly eye-catching - no, it wasn't anything as obvious as that.
Maybe it was the way the fire reflected upon her face, or the intense crease in her brow that caught his attention. Whatever it was, it had stopped Harry in his tracks.
A sudden pop in the fire caused Hermione to jump, spilling sparks, and her books, all over the floor of the Gryffindor Common room.
It was Harry's laugh that finally caught her attention. Groaning, Hermione rolled her eyes as she picked up her books.
"That wasn't funny."
"Yes, actually, it was." Harry made his way to the couch next to Hermione and sat down.
"You haven't seen Ron anywhere, have you?"
"Yes, actually, just a minute ago." Hermione looked towards the door. "He ran out of here in a huff."
"That's what I thought." Harry sighed. "So, read anything good lately?"
For the next 2 hours, Harry and Hermione sat and had an intellectual discussion. Philosophical almost. Much to both of their surprise. Harry hadn't much felt like talking to anyone for a while. Tonight was different somehow. Perhaps his latest obsession had revived a spark long past snuffed. Harry had become so absorbed listening to Hermione that he had almost forgotten about Ron. Almost, that is, until he appeared out of the shadows, still pale, but his eyes were back to their normal shape.
'His emotions must have finally settled on one color.' Harry thought.
" Ello Ron." Hermione turned and grinned at him.
"Ello."
Harry nodded.
Ron nodded.
The tension between them had gotten so thick that it was almost too difficult to speak.
"Ron," Harry lowered his voice. "About earlier-"
"Can we talk about it later? I really need to get some sleep." And with that, Ron made his way upstairs. Without, noticeably, saying goodnight to either Hermione or Harry.
"What's eating him?" Hermione whispered to Harry.
Softly smiling, Harry replied.
"I think he's confused."
"Confused about wot?" Hermione, now greatly intrigued, questioned.
"Same thing we're all confused about, Mione," Harry stated, matter-of- factly.
Now confused, "And what would that be, by chance?"
Harry stayed silent for a moment, and then replied, "I'm about to find out."
~*~
Harry opened the door to their room as quietly as he could, hoping that he would find Ron asleep. He was. Not sleeping quite as "freely" as he was the night before, but asleep all the same.
Quietly, Harry undressed and got into his pajama pants. They were an ugly light blue with darker blue stars pasted all over - not exactly his style, but quite comfortable. Sliding between the sheets, Harry took the amulet from its hiding place in his pocket and held it.
'Do I really want to do this?'
The answer came to him so quickly that he barely had time to ponder.
He didn't think it -
He felt it.
'YES'
In his gut he felt what he should do.
Slowly, with anticipation guiding his fingers, he slipped the amulet around his neck that was now slick with sweat.
Harry closed his eyes and thought of Ron.
Again, the world began to swirl around him - his body weightless - swirling - swirling- swirling.
Then, nothing.
Harry opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings.
If it were possible to be knocked backwards from the sheer shock, Harry would've been blown back a mile.
"Oh my God."
~*~