Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are all owned by J.K. Rowling.

Setting: Harry and Ron are in their second year at Hogwarts. Ron has hidden passion for Harry and doesn't know how to deal with it. Will he fall for Harry or will he let go his love for him?

Strange Love

Chapter 2; Gilderoy Lockhart

By: Kiyoshi

Ron lay in his bed looking up at the ceiling. His face started to cool down from earlier. His ears were still a bit pink though. He started to remember Harry changing right in front of him. He hadn't known that Harry had muscles under his scrawny appearance. The sharp indents of his stomach and the curves of his torso. Every inch of Harry's body, waist up, filled Ron's mind. "Wish I didn't look away when Harry started to take off his pants… " Ron said in his mind. Suddenly, Ron sat up with his eyes bugging out of his head. It looked as if he had just woken out of a bad nightmare. He tossed himself back onto the bed, this time lying on his stomach. He buried his face in his pillow and felt the flooding of blood run back into his face.

"Why the hell am I thinking about Harry's body?" Ron screamed in his head. "And why did I blush so badly when he touched my forehead?" Ron grabbed at the sides of his head. Wanting to pull out his hair in confusion and a bit of anger. He thought better though. He didn't want to rip out his hair and look like he had a bad fight with a pair of enchanted scissors. That would be the last thing he wanted, is for Draco Malfoy to make fun of him even more. He released his hold on his hair and grabbed at the pillow instead.

Ron lay motionless on his bed. He stopped thinking of Harry and having a bad hair day at school. He was exhausted. He felt his eyes drooping and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Harry sat in the common room on a big couch. He sunk into the cushions, thinking about what had happened to Ron.

"Why was Ron acting so odd today?" Harry pondered about today's earlier events, but was interrupted with a voice behind him.

"Hey Harry," Hermoine sat down on the couch next to him. She looked around the room. "Where's Ron?"

"He's upstairs sleeping." Harry said. They both sat silent for a minute.

"So, I guess it'll be just you and me then," Hermoine said as she showed a letter to Harry. The writing on it looked like Hagrids'. "He asked us to have some tea with him this afternoon." And with that, they both got up and headed down the stairs. Harry was telling Hermoine that Ron was acting strange when suddenly they both saw a figure step in front of them.

It was Professor Snape. He had long black hair that reached his shoulders. His lip curled as he saw Harry.

"Students shouldn't wonder around the corridors. It would make people think that they're up to something." Snape bitterly said to them and then he directed his attention to behind Harry.

Gilderoy Lockhart, or Professor Lockhart as they were forced to call him, grabbed Harry's shoulder and with a big grin said, "Ah, There you are Harry. Not getting into trouble are we?" He said and looked over at Professor Snape. "Don't worry, Professor. I'll take care of them." Snape looked angrily at Lockhart and then at Harry and strode past them in a hurry.

"Now Harry," He said, now ignoring Hermoine. "What were you doing now? Hmm?"

"We were going to Hagrid's hut. He asked us for tea." Hermoine said a bit impatiently.

Gilderoy beamed at Hermoine. "Oh," He said surprised. "Well, actually Harry, I need your help answering my fan mail again." He winked and nudged his elbow into Harry's side. Harry Let out a small sound from pain.

"But Hagrid-" Harry started to detest back but was cut off.

"Oh, I don't think he'll mind, Harry!" Its not everyday you get to help me answer my fan mail, eh?" Gilderoy smiled and started walking away towards his office with a tight grip on Harry's shoulder. Hermoine watched them walk off. She started to think that Gilderoy's interruption was rude, but told herself that he probably really needed Harry's help. She then stalked off to Hargrid's hut alone.

Harry and Gilderoy finally reached the Dark Arts Room. All the pictures of Gilderoy were smiling and waving at him as he sat down. Harry wanted throw something at the pictures. He knew he couldn't so he gave a nasty look at one of them. The picture looked appalled at Harry's face and stalked off away out of his canvas.

"So, Harry," Gilderoy sat down and handed Harry a stack of fan mail. "Got a girlfriend already? That car in the tree accident did give you attention, but after that incident passed it seems that you want more." He opened an envelope and a strong scent of perfume admitted out of it.

Harry looked disgusted at what he knew what Lockhart was saying, but to make sure he asked, "What?"

"Oh Harry, Harry, Harry," Lockhart put down the envelope and grasped Harry's shoulder again. "You've had a run in the spotlight and now it seems you're abusing it a bit. I mean going out with Ms. Granger?"

"I'm not going out with her!" Harry yelled back defiantly. " I mean, were only friends! I would never – "

"Harry, Harry, Harry" Lockhart wagged his finger. "It's quite obvious you're using her, just to get some attention." Lockhart sighed, waved his wand, and a cup of tea appeared before the two of them. " Stop retaliating so much. We all know you like her. I mean, your always with her, twenty four seven." He chuckled and sipped his tea.

Harry clenched his fists. He really wanted punch the hell out of Lockhart but instead he gave a cold glare at him.

" Well I suppose we should get started on this here fan mail. I suppose it'll take a little while."

Harry let out a groan as he picked up an envelope and stared at the front of it, wondering why he was so unlucky to be here.

Ok, Not much of Ron in here. But I promise there will be more RonXHarry in the next! Please watch for the next chapter!