A week had gone by and Ron still hadn't told Harry about his feelings yet… and he was soon to find out that he might be too late.
It had been a long day yesterday, and Ron had decided to go to bed early. Harry hadn't come back to the common room after classes that day, giving some random excuse to both Ron and Hermione. He didn't show up for dinner either; nor did he show up for bed that night.
It was morning, and Ron had already woken up, taken a shower, and gotten dressed. He waited by the fireplace for Hermione so they could go to breakfast together… plus he wanted to inform her that Harry hadn't shown up at all last night.
He heard footsteps and down came Hermione, all ready and dressed.
"Hermione," Ron started, "I need to tell you something."
"Is it something bad?" she asked.
"Well, it could be bad, if you think of why," Ron said.
"Just tell me!" Hermione was getting tired of Ron and his beating around the bush lately.
"Harry didn't show up at all last night. He didn't come to bed, or at least I don't think he did, and he wasn't in his bed this morning. The sheets were all made, too," he replied.
Hermione got a worried expression on her face. "Where do you think he could be?" she asked.
"I have no clue, but maybe we should go to breakfast and see if he's already there… or if he appears at all." Ron suggested.
Hermione nodded and they headed out towards the Great Hall.
"I hope he's not hurt," she said more to herself than anyone else.
Ron just looked at her, becoming more and more worried as time went on.
They entered the Great Hall together and looked around the Gryffindor table but they saw no Harry. Ron sighed and led the way to their normal spot near the top of the grand table.
As Ron was about to sit down though, he did a double take. 'Did I just see what I think I saw?' he thought to himself. And indeed he did-he saw Harry, sitting at the Slytherin table, eating with none other than Draco Malfoy. Ron walked grumpily over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Er, Harry?" he said, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, erm, excuse me for a minute guys," Harry turned and stated to the guys at the table. Harry got up and walked Ron out of the Great Hall.
"What are you doing sitting with Malfoy?" Ron shouted.
"Ron," Harry started, looking down at his feet.
"What?" Ron yelled.
"Draco's my boyfriend." Harry finished.