A/N: Same chapter, but we finally got round to putting the name up, so here you go. Until next time. Froste.

-CHAPTER TWO-

Brownylocks and the Three Rangas

Harry lay with his head in his pillow, crying. It was the next day and the reality of last night's events had finally set in. After another few minutes of listening to non-stop apologies, the Masons had left with looks of utter disgust on their faces. As soon as Uncle Vernon shut the front door with a last- "I'm so dreadfully sorry"- he turned on Harry.

Harry had never seen anything like it in his life, Uncle Vernon had turned ruby red, veins seemed to be erupting all over his face.

"You complete DICKHEAD! You've ruined the deal of a lifetime! What the bloody hell we're you fucking thinking!"

Harry's face was slowly being plastered with saliva as Uncle Vernon screamed each word at him. Over the years he had noticed the angrier his uncle grew, the more he swore and this was a classic example. It was times like these when Harry tuned out. He would stare blankly at Uncle Vernon and occasionally nod. It was times like these when Harry would go to his happy place…

It was a place of magic and mystery. A place where he never knew what was going to happen next. This time when Harry arrived he was sitting on a large bed in a dimly lit room. A slow romantic tune was playing in the background.

Harry looked down at the bed he was on. The sheets were purple- his favourite colour- and made of silk, five plump pillows supported his back and had his initials, HP, sewn into them with lace. The top of the bed had been sprinkled with rose petals.

Harry looked around the room, he couldn't see much, the candles weren't giving off enough light.

"Harry, here at last, I see," Ron rose from his chair out of the shadows. Harry was shocked to see he was wearing nothing but a dressing gown. "Vernon giving you a hard time again?" Ron asked crossing the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, I can take your mind off things." Ron snaked his hand across the rose petals and gave Harry's leg a squeeze.

Harry pulled his leg quickly out of Ron's reach. What was his friend doing?

Ron merely smiled back at him. "There's no point trying to fight it Harry…"

Ron rose from the bed and stood in front of Harry. He reached for the tie on the dressing gown and began undoing it.

Harry's eyes widened and his heart began to beat faster. This was all too much. He began to feel uneasy. Ron had now managed to undo the tie and was pulling the dressing gown open.

Harry shut his eyes tight, as he heard the gown drop to the floor.

Ron laughed, "Don't try and fight it Harry, you know it has to be this way."

In his head Harry knew it was true. Ron was right, he couldn't fight it. He began to slowly open his eyes…

"YOU HEAR ME! YOU'RE NOT GOING BACK TO THAT BLOODY SCHOOL! EVER! IF YOU'RE GOING TO RUIN MY FUCKING LIFE, THEN I'M GOING TO DO THE SAME TO THE PIECE OF SHIT YOU CALL YOURS!"

Harry frowned, "wh…what?"

"I said," Uncle Vernon had dropped his voice to a whisper, a smile dancing across his lips, "You are not going back to that school for as long as I live." He gave a satisfied nod and slammed the door to Harry's room.

Harry lifted his head from the soggy pillow and wiped his eyes. He climbed off the bed and sat down in front of the window. He wondered if he'd ever see Ron or Hogwarts again.

Just then as he was studying his desktop he heard a soft tapping on the window. He looked up and to his delight he saw Ron's face was looking into his. Harry's heart skipped a beat and his stomach lurched. He did not know why this was happening he'd never felt this way about another person before, let alone his best friend. Seeing him again made new feelings come to the surface. Harry wasn't entirely sure of these feelings.

"Ron!" breathed Harry moving even closer to the window. He slowly raised his hand up to the window pane- Ron raised his. They shared a moment of intimacy, their hands touching only separated by glass. They stared into each other's eyes for a mere few seconds until…

"Now, now boys, save the mushy crap for later, we've gotta get the hell outta here!" Fred, one of Ron's elder twin brothers called from the front seat of a turquoise Ford Anglia parked in mid air outside Harry's window. Ron was leaning out the back window of the car. Harry looked at him, his ranga locks blowing in the breeze, his light blue eyes sparkling, his mouth fell open, as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him.

"Why Harry?" Ron spoke softly, his voice still breaking.

"What…?" Harry was still fantasizing.

"Why haven't you replied to my letters? I wrote to you every day!"

"I wasn't getting my mail- long story."

"Well, do you wanna get in or not?" George, Ron's other older brother called from the front passenger seat.

"Yeah, I'll just get my trunk." Replied Harry, finding it hard to rip his eyes away from Ron. Harry returned five minutes later with a packed Hogwarts trunk and Hedwig. Fred and George had managed to remove the bars on the window. Ron helped him move his trunk into the car . He was so strong and muscly- he could feel another fantasy coming on- No, not now, he told himself, Later!

He lifted himself onto the windowsill and grasped Ron's out stretched hand, his skin was ever so soft to the touch.

Harry blushed as Ron pulled him gracefully into the backseat alongside him.

"All right back there?" called Fred.

"Course they are, let's go," answered George. Fred revved the engine and off they flew.

"By the way," said Ron, looking into Harry's eyes, "Happy Birthday Harry!" Ron grinned; Harry felt something squeezing his leg. He looked down- it was Ron's hand.