Why had Oliver come back to see him?
Why did Harry react the way he did? So harshly, that he actually killed the boy?
Ron, sitting next to him, was already starting to doze off. Every so often he would catch Seamus's glance, or Neville's worried grimace. They were all wondering what was going to happen to them if anyone found out about what they had done. "Ten points from Gryffindor for your...sheer ignorance..." hissed Professor Snape, smacking the back of Ron's drooping head with a textbook, "And another 10 for looking in the other direction, Potter."
"But sir -"
"Silence!" seethed Snape, a malevolent grin curling on his lips, "You dont want me to take any more points off, now do you? You'll be negative one-hundred by the time I'm through with this class."
Watching Snape sweep back towards the black board, Harry made sure he kept his mind on the lesson that was being taught. God forbid he get in trouble with his own classmates, the ones that knew about that fatal Saturday night. After that long, and boring, useless Potions lecture, Harry found himself becoming another target of Hermione's incessant lecturing, "Honestly Harry!" she cried, "If you and Ron keep losing us points, Slytherin will beat us this year for sure! And I've been trying so hard to rack up points from my other classes..." She shook her brown bushy head, and continued on down the path.
"Honestly Harry," whispered Ron, "She definitely needs to sort our her priorities."
Heading back to the common room with Ron trailing behind him, Harry noticed that Seamus, Neville, and Dean had collected outside of the Fat Lady's portrait, expressions of worry on their faces. "H-h-hiya Harry!" shouted Neville, his voice a little shaky with worry, "W-we were wondering if we could speak to you?" Seamus elbowed poor Neville in the back, "A-about P-potions?" he finished.
"Why the bloody hell would you be asking Harry about Potions?" sniggered Ron, "You'd have more luck with a garden gnome."
"Its the homework," added Seamus, "We just want to copy whatever notes he got down. Since, you know...he always gets them from Hermione."
"And no offense Ron," said Dean, "Your handwriting is well...a bit...confusing." Ron scoffed, "Yeah, well whatever. I'll just see you in the common room, 'kay Harry?" "Yeah." Harry was pretty sure that the boys didnt want to talk about Potions, more like what they were going to do if what they did got found out.
Once Ron was out of earshot, and they were sure no one else was around, Seamus pulled Harry to the far end of the corridor, "Listen, Harry. We heard Draco talking..about Wood. His father's bribed him to come down and give Draco...lessons."
"But..why would Wood even consider that?"
"I dont know Harry, the money maybe?"
"Anyway," Dean continued, "What if Wood never shows? Draco already knows that Wood showed up over the weekend to watch the match. Malfoy's bound to get suspicious, and his father. And, just about every other professor that saw him at the match that day."
"And if they figure out he's gone missing," said Seamus, casting worried looks with Neville, "They are able to launch some sort of search. They might think he've gotten snatched up by Voldemort or something."
"But why would they even look around here?" asked Harry, "I mean, Voldemort would never even step foot inside Hogwarts. What would make them think it was him anyway?"
"I dont know Harry," said Neville shaking his head, "But if Puddlemere United finds out their best player has gone missing. They're bound to raise hell."
"All we're trying to say is," continued Seamus, "You should probably leave soon Harry. Someone's bound to find out eventually."
"Where am I supposed to go then?" said Harry, taken aghast at the request for him to leave the school, "I dont understand..."
"Harry, we're only worried," said Neville, "If something does happen, you need to make sure you dont end up Azkaban for life. Besides, Draco is getting a bit suspicious. He hasnt seen Wood for a few days and he's bound to bring his father in."
Later that night, Harry lay awake in bed. His eyes practically creating a hole in the top of the ceiling, from staring for so long. Ron was still tossing and turning, his blankets suddenly hitting the floor. "Ron?" Harry whispered, "Are you awake?"
"Errrugh...Yess...what?" Ron sat up halfway, rubbing his eyes, "What Harry? What time is it?"
"Ron I need to talk to you, its important"
If there was one person in the world that could somehow understand what Harry was going through, it was Ron.
Settling himself on Ron's bed, Harry quickly shut the curtains, "Listen Ron, what I'm going to tell you. You cant tell anyone, understand?"
Ron nodded, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "What is it Harry?"
Harry quickly informed Ron of what had happened that weekend, down to the last detail. Ron was expressionless, his lips forming one straight line (something Aunt Petunia would be proud of), his eyes wide and emotionless.
After a minute of silence, Ron finally opened up, "H-Harry...are you serious? He did, all those things to you..and you - you - did that?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah. And I dont know what I'm going to do."
"Harry you have to turn yourself in," whispered Ron, "Just tell them what happened to you. Tell them that Wood tried to hurt you, and...and you defended yourself!"
"Dont you understand? We buried him, Ron! We hid his body in the forest, and now...well now, if I say anything. They'll...sentence me!"
Ron put an arm around Harry, "Listen. We'll figure something out. In the meantime, if you need to get out...just...go to my parents house. Tell them that...that um..." Ron scratched his chin, trying to decide what sort of plan they were going to formulate, "Well...just tell them that you need help. And...that you need to stay there for a while. Then, by that time I'll have something else figured out."
"Ron listen," said Harry, leaning into Ron's embrace a little more, "I dont think your parents will buy that, do you?"
Ron shook his head, "No, most likely not. But, maybe if I go with you-"
Harry frowned, "No Ron. No. Your parents wouldnt approve!"
"But I dont want you to go through this alone, Harry! We could...we could just, run away together"
Ron got a faraway look in his eye, "Just think of it Harry. We've already learned what we need to know. And...and we'll..."
"Live out in a cave somewhere?" Harry sniggered, "Ron, listen. This is my problem, not yours."
Looking a little crestfallen, Ron frowned, "But, I wanted to help Harry. Your my best mate and all, and well...I care about you."
This time, he wrapped both his arms around Harry's shoulders, "I really care, Harry," he whispered in Harry's ear, "Dont you understand?"
Without thinking, Harry turned his head a little to the side, just so his lips met with Ron's. He was half expecting Ron to push him away and scream "ARE YOU BLOODY MAD?" But Ron just kissed back, his tongue playfully hitting Harry's. Harry pulled away, confusion spread across his face, "But Ron...you were so upset when I told you...and...you just let me kiss you."
Ron scoffed, "Christ, Harry. Ever since first year. I knew I was always somewhat attracted to you...somehow. I just...I just didnt realize it till now."
Harry gently kissed Ron's pink cheek, "Well Ron, I'd like to change your current status as a single gentleman."
Ron silently giggled, a deep red flush rising on his cheeks, "Alright, then."
Before Harry knew what was happening, he felt himself kissing Ron again, his hands making their up the back of the Gryffindor's shirt, pulling the top over his head.
Pulling away, Ron threw his shirt to the side of the bed, and untied the knot in his plaid pajama pants; Harry quickly followed suit, and helped Ron pull his pants down to his ankles. Smiling as his green eyes lighted over Ron's fat cock, Harry pulled his shirt over his head, next, the pants. Ron's blush went even deeper, "Harry...I-I've never actually done anything like this before."
"Are you, nervous?" asked Harry, his hands on Ron's bare thighs, "We dont have to do this if you dont want too...We can just..." Harry lay down next to Ron, wrapping his arms around the other boy's torso, "We can just...lay here..till morning." Ron sank deeper into Harry's embrace, their noses almost touching, "Harry, one of these days..." he whispered, "I'll be ready, and...you'll know." Gently kissing the tip of Harry's nose, Ron snuggled closer still, one arm cradling the pilllow that held Harry's head, the other wrapped around the arm that Harry held him with.
"How long have you known?" murmured Harry, "That you were attracted to boys"
"Well," started Ron, "I count from the first time I saw you. But actually, I finally realized when I saw Krum in his swimming trunks for the first time."
bah. i decided to update since i hadnt updated this story in almost a year!