Author's Note
One of the few slashes I've written. I love to read slash so I decided to try my hand at one. I took a liking to the Harry/Ron stories and the Ron/Draco stories so I decided to kill two birds with one stone! Except for Severus/Harry, that one may come up later after I do my Marauder story.
I'm very picky when it comes to slash. I got really tired of having to sift through so many bad stories (no offense to anyone) on until I found the right one for me. I decided to show you all how I like my stories written. Don't expect very much sex in this story. I'm really not into that.
Please read and review! Flamers will be turned into blast-ended skrewts by my awesome wizardly powers! MWAHAHAHAHA! Okay, maybe not.
Everything is JKR's except the storyline, which belongs to my screwed-up imagination.
Zadia Grey
I Can't Make You Love Me
by Zadia Grey
Restless Nights
Ron peeked at Harry from under his eyelids. It was the first night back at Hogwarts for the sixth year and Harry was doing his usual first night routine: not sleeping until the latest hours of the night. Ron remembered watching him sit up in the window with Hedwig at his side the first day they had met. That dreamy look in his eyes, the peace on his face as he overlooked the castle grounds. There was nothing more beautiful than the look on his face when he staid up late like this. Ron staid up with him without Harry knowing it every first day of school. To him this was when Harry was the loveliest: when he was deep in thought. What he thought of was beyond Ron. What was going to happen this year with You-Know-Who, how their last battle would go under, if he would ever find happiness with so much hanging over his head. . .
Ron gave the sheets a kick or two and snuggled deeper into his pillow. Now only one of his eyes was on Harry. Harry watched him fidget under the covers with a serene smile. Now that he had his eyes on him, Ron became nervous. He shouldn't have moved he could have given himself away! Harry's eyes rolled over his friend's figure under the thick blankets keeping him warm from the drafty castle. Ron could almost feel those eyes touching him in a way, as if vision could reach out and touch a person.
Ron's eyes closed all the way now for fear of being discovered. That was nearly impossible as his eyes were barely open enough for him to see properly in the first place, much less be seen by his best friend. He wasn't about to take a chance on it though.
Even with his eyes closed now, Ron could still feel the touch of Harry's gaze. He heard the slight rustle of his friend getting up from his post and walking closer to Ron's bed. This made the red-head even more tense than before. A hand touched his shoulder.
"Ron? Are you awake?"
Damn! Ron opened his grey eyes slightly to look into his friend's green ones. "I am now."
"Oh, sorry. You just looked like you were having a nightmare or something. The look on your face was so. . . tense."
"Yeah, you could say I did have a nightmare . . . of sorts," he lied. "Are you still up?"
Harry gave a slight blush. "Yeah, couldn't sleep. I was afraid I would have another vision or something like last year."
"Understandable. Do you. . . ?"
"Do I what?"
"Want me to stay up with you?" It was a question he had wanted to ask since first year.
"If you want." Harry gave a kind smile.
Ron pushed away his covers and followed Harry to his place at the window where he sat across from his best friend. He realized how small Harry was. Sure, he had grown since their first year together, but he hardly looked his age even now. Harry barely reached Ron's shoulders. But when he looked into his eyes he realized how old he was mentally. His figure made him look younger; his eyes made him look older than his years.
After a few moments of looking into each others eyes, the boys realized what they were doing and turned away, breaking the contact. Harry's eyes wandered to the window, the red-head's eyes landed on the other's hand. Ron had the urge to hold that hand in his own . . . Ron's head snapped away and looked out the window in the same direction as his friend's gaze.
"What are you thinking about?" Ron inquired softly.
Harry's head turned back to the fiery-haired wizard across from him. "Sirius."
Ron suddenly felt sorry he had asked. He got up from his spot and repositioned himself in the space next to Harry. Neither said a word for the rest of the night.
"Ron, Harry. . . You guys don't look so good. . ."
"Thanks Hermione, that helps a lot," retorted Ron.
"Did you stay up all night or something?"
"Most of it," Harry answered and rested his head on the table.
"Should I ask why?"
"I don't know, should you?" growled Ron.
Hermione folded her arms and gave a humph like she usually did when Ron was this way. "I'm just worried about you both! Can you blame me?"
"I guess not . . ." sighed Ron, who was too tired for a fight today.
"We just couldn't sleep last night, Hermione," answered Harry. "So we sat up together and talked."
There wasn't much talking, really, thought Ron. There wasn't any kissing or holding either, but it was one of the nicest nights of Ron's life.
OK, first chappy down, more to come soon.
--ZG