A/N: I'd like to thank all of my reviewers so far! I was very excited that five minutes after I posted I received my first review! Thanks again and I hope you enjoy this second installment of So This Is Love? as much as the first! Please review! It makes me so happy! (Perhaps it's a little pathetic but it's the little things that matter :o)…)

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"Come on guys! Put some effort in it!" Harry yelled at his team. They had been practicing since 9 o'clock that morning, it was now almost noon.

"We are doing the best we can. We have been at it for hours and need a break!" Ginny exclaimed glaring at him.

Harry glared right back, "We are playing Slythern tomorrow Gin! We cannot lose to them! We need all the practice we can get in before then," he turned around to look up at his players and the suddenly turned around again, "Why are you not up there practicing?" He questioned pointing up to the rest of the team flying above them.

She rolled her eyes at him, "Because I'm tired and I needed a break. What has gotten into you Harry? You never act like this," she asked peering at him. For reasons he could not explain Harry squirmed under her look, it was just like her mothers'. She seemed to be able to see right through him.

Harry shook his head, "It's nothing, so come on, lets finish practice," he took up his broom and flew into the sky.

Shouting to his team that this would be their final scrimmage of the day he flew over head watching them toss the Quaffle back and forth. He had to admit that it was a very good team. Mostly the younger students tried out. They all had real promise and hardly complained. That is the good thing about having younger players; they do not question authority yet.

As much as Harry hated to admit it, crushing Slythern tomorrow was not the main thing on his mind. It has been a little over a week since Ron confessed his secrets to Harry and he could not get it out of his mind. He did not know why it was still bothering him. Ron never again mentioned anything about that night and Harry did not question him. He knew he did not have any feelings towards Ron, he could not, but the thought still seemed to linger. Every time he dismissed it he heard the hope in Ron's voice or the look of desperation in his eyes that night. But every time he let the thought enter his head unchecked it led to strange daydreams that embarrassed Harry just to think about them. He could not help but think that he would be letting him down somehow. Both Harry and Hermione had become more protective of Ron, afraid anyone would find out his secret. So far, it has been kept between the three of them. It just did not make any-

"WATCH OUT!"

Harry did not stand a chance. It is neither the safest nor the smartest ting to do, zone out on a quidditch pitch during practice. He did not even know what hit him. The glorious, cool,bright afternoon was plunged into darkness as a lose bludger came in contact with the side of his head.

Harry woke with a start as a cold sweat was forming at the tip of his brow, he had been dreaming dreams he knew he shouldn't and it scared him. Wiping it away he took in his surroundings. He was in the infirmary for sure, the sickeningly clean smell over powered his senses making him gag.

"So your awake now are you Mr. Potter?" Madame Pomfry asked as she hovered over his bed. "Quite a nasty bump you got. Brooms should be banned, people are always falling off and getting hurt," she muttered to herself as she checked him over.

"I fell off?" Harry asked squinting at her trying to focus without his glasses.

She pursed her lips. "Yes after sustaining a rather hard blow of a bludger. Fell quite a distance before Miss Weasely stopped you." She forced a potion in his hands, "Drink this and you may leave," she quickly spun around and walked out of the room.

Harry downed his potion obediently and quickly dressed. As soon as he stepped foot out of the infirmary he was engulfed in a giant hug.

"Ugh, Hermione get off!" Harry laughed. She quickly let him go.

"Oh Harry! We were just on our way over to see you! Ginny told us what happened, we were so worried!" Harry looked around and smiled at Ron who was standing behind her, his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah mate, you gave us a good scare, honestly I thought you were supposed to be the best quidditch player," he winked causing Harry to blush.

"I just got caught up in my thoughts," Harry explained.

"And what were you thinking about that tuned you out to all the shouts of warnings you were getting from your team?" Ron teased.

He blushed a deeper shade of red, "Nothing," he said quickly causing both Ron and Hermione to stare at him strangely.

"Alright then, well are you hungry? Dinner just started," Ron asked changing the subject, Harry nodded and the three of them walked down to the Great Hall in silence.

As soon as they entered Harry quickly went over to Ginny to thank her.

"No problem," she grinned at him, "But what was up with you today? You weren't acting like yourself." Harry shrugged,

"It was nothing, just preoccupied is all," he started filling his plate as Hermione and Ron sat down next to him. Ginny leaned towards him and spoke softly in his ear, her warm breath on his cheek,

"Is it about Ron?"

It shocked him so much that he started choking on his pumpkin juice. Ron immediately turned to him and started patting his back, "You ok mate?"

"Ahem, yeah I just…yeah I'm ok," he said wiping his mouth. Ron looked at his sister who just shrugged.

The uncomfortable silence that followed was to much for Harry to stand. Standing up abruptly, upsetting the glasses on the table he tossed a quick apology and walked quickly out of the Great Hall. Ron glared at his sister.

"What did you say to him?" Ron asked narrowing his eyes.

"It is none of your business Ron," Ginny said defensively.

"It is to my business! If it concerns my friends then it is my business!" Ron roared his temper flaring up.

"Ron! Knock it off!" Hermione hissed at him angrily. Ron stood up.

"I should follow him," but he was roughly pulled down by his sister.

"You're making a scene. Ron, leave him alone, he just needs to think."

"Think about what?" Ron asked her sarcastically, Ginny rolled her eyes.

"You," she said pointedly.

Ron paled and looked at his sister nervously, "Why me?" he asked.

"Honestly, I'm not stupid," Ginny sighed staring at her brother.

Ron looked between his sister and Hermione like a deer caught in headlights, "What is it with you girls? How do you figure these things out?" Ron asked nervously.

Ginny giggled, "You're my brother, its easy to tell what you're thinking, but not that easily," she added hastily as her brother looked like he was going to lose his supper.

Harry paced up and down his room, once, twice, thrice, what was happening? Why did Ginny's words make him so nervous? Why, all of a sudden, did sitting so close to Ron bother him? Too many thoughts, too many questions, too much confusion, Harry stopped pacing and wrung his hands, feeling dread in the pit of his stomach. He quickly placed a locking charm on his door before he started pacing again. He shouldn't be nervous, he shouldn't. There was nothing to be nervous about. What Ginny said did not matter to him, she may know about Ron, they are related, but what would make her say that he was thinking about her brother? Why was he having these thoughts? He couldn't have any feelings for his friend, he never did before. But maybe that now that he knew it was an option...Harry did not have much time to think about it before someone tried to get in the room but upon finding it locked started banging. Harry slowly crossed to the door and placed his shaking, clammy hand on the door knob pulling it open.

"What is this door locked for?" Seamus asked pushing his way in looking around expecting to find a girl there.

"Oh, er, n-no reason," he stuttered wringing his hands.

"Whoa, what's the matter with you mate? You look awful," Seamus asked looking him over.

"It's nothing," Harry said shaking his head. Just then Ron came into the room and looked pointedly at Harry.

"We need to talk."

Seamus looked at Harry and then at Ron, "Did you two have a row or something?" He had never seen Harry look this nervous before. Deciding it was better if he left he quickly excused himself shutting the door behind him. Oh how this scene looked so familiar, thought Harry.

"There's nothing to talk about," Harry said some of his confidence coming back. Besides, there was nothing to worry about; he did not have anything to hide.

"Yes there is. What was that about back there anyway?" Ron asked crossing his arm

How could he be so calm about all of this? Harry wondered,

"Nothing, just didn't feel well is all," it sounded lame even to him.

"Harry, come off it, if I can tell you one of my biggest secrets, you can tell me why you're acting so strange," he still stood there calmly, his arms crossed.

"I don't know…I don't know…I just don't KNOW!" he yelled frustrated. "I don't know whats wrong with me Ron! Ever since you told me you liked me that is all I can think about!" He pulled at his hair and started pacing again. Ron dropped his arms to his sides looking hurt.

"If it bothers you that much, we don't have to be friends anymore. I'm sure Dumbledore would move me into another room, I mean –"

"Ron, no, that's not what I meant, Merlin, I don't know what to do," he looked at Ron and shrugged, his eyes pleading with him to understand. Comprehension suddenly seemed to dawn on Ron because he let a small smile come onto his lips.

"Look mate, we don't have to do anything, if you don't want. I mean, if you don't like me that's alright. As long as you're still my friend," he walked over to Harry.

"Of course I'll still be your friend," he mumbled lamely looking up at him, "But maybe I want more?" Harry did not notice how much taller Ron was compared to him until now. It made him feel very small and vulnerable, he lowered his gaze.

Ron cupped Harry's chin in his hand and lifted it to meet his eyes, "Its alright, we can take it slow if you want?" Ron was shaking, he couldn't believe it, his dreams were playing out before him. Harry leaned into his touch taking in his scent, chocolate and rain, he closed his eyes. Nervously Ron leaned down slowly watching Harry as he breathed in deeply and gently brushed his lips across his friends.

Harry jerked his head back and opened his eyes wide, "We can't do this."

Ron looked hurt and angry, "What are you playing at Harry? You like me and then you don't, what is wrong with you?" Ron yelled and flung his hands into the air.

Harry shook his head and ran his hands through his hair, "I don't know?" He shrugged and walked out of the room leaving a confused, hurt, and angry Ron behind.

"Do not be afraid, my friend, love will come. But the question is will you be ready when it does?"