A/N: Damn cliffhangers. I bet your glad I updated, then, eh? Well, this chapter is kind of short, but still good. Thank you for all of those who reviewed, and I hope more people read this story, because I think it may turn out quite nice.
Harry read the letter quickly, then read it again, stunned. "Wha..."
Dear Harry,
I am so glad you figured out what you are. Oh, you don't have to feel alone, either. Ron admitted to me that he was gay, also! Isn't that great Harry?
Well, anyway, you wanted to know what I spoke to Ginny about...Fine, here it is:
I told her that I didn't love Ron..I kind of got carried away when I said it..and now that I was thinking about it, I didn't care for him in that way at all. I told her that I..well...okay, I told her that I was bisexual, and there is this girl I have liked for at least a year now. She just gaped at me, then smiled. I told her how my heart skipped when I thought of this girl, and how I watched the girl sit with different boys, taking up all the attention, and how I thought it was the girl who I loved, not Ron. Then Ginny kissed me. I guess I gave too much away when I was saying why I loved the girl. Now, for more important things,
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? YOU RAN AWAY FROM THEM? Blimey Harry, you must be crazy. Please, please, tell me where you are. Ron and I want to come and stay with you. We also want to know why you ran away.
Love,
Hermione
Harry stood, shaking slightly. "Ro..Ron is gay?" He stammered, shuffling around his room to find an ink bottle so he could reply to her. He scribbled his reply and went to sleep, thinking of Ron.
He woke up late at night, the sun wasn't even out yet. He looked around, trying to found what had woken him, and saw a figure moving quietly through the door. Harry feigned sleep, hoping they would leave him alone if they thought he wasn't awake. He began to pretend to be snoring quietly, as the figure walked next to him. He thought it looked familiar, but he couldn't open his eyes wide enough to tell who it was. The figure took his glasses off, then leaned forward and kissed Harry, his soft lips warming Harry's whole body. ' What on earth? '
"I love you, Harry." The figure said, and Harry had to make it seem as if his gasp were just a loud snore. It was Ron. Ron was the one there, saying this to him. He heard Ron shuffle into the other bed, then he heard more footsteps, this time they were Hermione's.
"Ron," She whispered, making sure she was going to be loud enough to wake Harry. "Ron, goodnight. I am going to talk to Professor Lupin about something. Go get in bed with Harry, he won't mind, I need that bed for me!" She said this rather loudly, but she figured she wasn't too loud since Harry was still snoring.
"Alright, 'Mione." Ron yawned in reply. He heard simultaneous footsteps, those of Hermione walking out, and Ron walking to Harry's bed. He could hear Ron quietly muttering, debating whether to get in or not, then he felt the shift of the mattress as Ron added his weight to it, and the creek of the wood frame as Ron turned so that he could slide one arm under Harry's waist, and the other over his waist. He felt Ron exhale on his neck and felt the blood rushing to his penis. He wanted Ron to move his hands, which were lying in a compromising position what with Harry's growing erection.
As Ron began to drift to sleep, he thought he felt something odd poking at his hands. He groggily opened his eyes, only to realized Harry had an erection. His eyes widened, then darted to Harry, who's eyes were open.
"Er..Harry, mate...why do you have a..you know.." He said, staring at the growing thing in front of him. Then he gasped, realized his arms were still around Harry, and he pulled them back quickly. Harry then took the opportunity to grab his glasses, put them on, and roll over so that he was on top of Ron. He leaned forwards and kissed Ron passionately, exploring the other's mouth with his tongue. Harry was surprised when Ron pulled away, and slightly disappointed.
"Harry, mate.." Ron let himself trail off, as Harry had rolled on top of Ron. He began gently sucking on Harry's neck, kissing the spot and then sucking, kissing then sucking. Harry wanted to moan, but couldn't find the part of him that controlled the noise. It wasn't until Ron had gotten Harry's shirt off and was teasingly nibbling his nipple that he was able to choke out an "Oh, Ron!" to let Ron know how great a job he was doing.
Harry flipped again, so that he was on top of Ron once more, then began frantically unzipping Ron's trousers until a hand clamped around his wrist to stop him.
"Harry, no. We are going way to fast. Let's take it slow." Ron smiled, and Harry, though upset, smiled back.
"Okay, Ron, I guess your right."
Hermione walked in and found Ron sleeping, arms wrapped around Harry, and smiled. She made her way to her bed and collapsed on it, tired from research and snogging.
A/N: I bet you want me to talk about who Hermione was snogging and what she was researching. Oh well, you will have to wait. Yes, I know, it is so sad that this chapter has no Remus/Sirius. I am saving up for the next chapter. Anyway, review review review, please!