A/N

A: oh before I forget, Harry can you please say hi to my friend Mads.

H: MADS! What an ugly name. I bet everyone at school makes fun of her huh. Her

parents must have been really mad when they named her. Who would name there

child Mads? It's hideous.

A: Umm Harry….

H: She's right behind me isn't she?

A: Yup

H: (gulp)

Oh my! What have I sunk to? I'm jealous of HARRY. I mean that the only reason I kissed Ron in the library when I knew Harry was there. I wanted to show him that Ron was my boyfriend. But it not like Harry cares so I don't know why I'm jealous of him. Harry doesn't like Ron. I mean he can't. He's not gay. UGHH! I don't even know why I felt jealous of him.

But I'm a very smart person. I saw how they were looking at each other. Plus Harry's been acting odd lately too. Surely those things are just meaningless. I love Ron.

I don't know what I'd do if he was gay. Worse if he started dating Harry. Ron's not gay though. I know he isn't. He loves me... so why do I have the feeling that he might not be saying the whole truth. No! I know Ron isn't gay and I know Harry isn't either. I just do.

Hermione was, for once, not paying attention to Professor Snape. She was caught up in her thoughts but was still managing to make her potion perfectly. There was a small explosion across the room. Hermione saw that it came from Neville's cauldron. She also saw that Professor Snape was covered in an awful smelling green pus. Poor Neville. Snape looks livid. This wouldn't have happened if I had sat next to him like I usually do. If only Harry hadn't sat there first. And why did Harry sit there? He never has before. Why doesn't Harry want to sit next to Ron? Could it be that he feels embarrassed around Ron. Maybe he does like him. NONSENSE! Hermione laughed at how silly she was being.

"Ms. Granger you seem to be the only one who finds it funny that I'm covered in this mess."Snape said icily. Everyone turned to stare at Hermione. She was quickly becoming flustered.

"No P-P-Professor…I-I-I," Hermione was getting nervous. Her hands were starting to shake. The look Professor Snape was giving her was chilling her very bones.

"I don't want to hear excuses Ms. Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor and you have detention at five." With that class ended and everyone quickly packed up to leave.

Hermione however stayed in her seat, her head in her hands. "Detention….I don't believe it. I've got detention," she moaned. Harry and Ron packed up Hermione's things then helped her to transfiguration. This clearly wasn't her day. Poor Hermione.

Ron and Harry left a worried looking Hermione at Snape's door after dinner. They slowly walked to their common, talking all the way about Hermione.

"It was funny," Ron admitted. "Seeing Snape covered in that gross green gunk (A/N hehe try saying that 10 times fast...gross green gunk, gross green gunk, gross green gunk….) But to laugh about it in front of him….. Bloody hell she's mental."

"It's not like Hermione," Harry agreed. "Very unusual."

"Speaking of things unusual, Harry," Ron couldn't help but add. "Why didn't you sit next to me during potions or transfiguration?"

Huh he noticed, Harry thought. Of course he noticed. We're best friends and that's why he noticed… not because he likes me but because we're friends.

"Umm….well…" Harry was fortunately saved the trouble of answering because they had reached the picture of the Fat Lady. They entered the common room and found it surprisingly empty.

They settled down and tried to finish yet another potions essay but after a while the quit. When Hermione wasn't around to bug them they easily got off task.

"Want to play chess," Ron asked. When Harry agreed, Ron quickly went to his dormitory to retrieve his chess set, leaving Harry alone momentarily. Harry actually enjoyed this moment of solitary. I don't want to be around him, he thought. Seeing Ron and knowing that I can never have him just makes it worse. Seeing how happy he is with Hermione, walking down the hallways hand in hand is stab in the heart. It's not fair!, he thought angrily. He quickly forgot these angry thoughts and hurt feelings when he saw Ron coming down the stairs enthusiastically. Ron stumbled over one of the steps but regained his balance and managed to come down the stairs in one piece. Harry couldn't help but smile. He's so clumsy.

They began playing chess. It was just like old times. Just like before Ron and Hermione started going out. Harry still remembered how he felt weird when Ron eagerly told Harry that he was finally going out with Hermione. Back then he'd overlooked it. Overlooked how no matter how hard he tried he couldn't feel happy for Ron. Now he knew the reason why. It was funny, at first Harry wanted to figure out how he felt, thinking that knowing this life would become simpler. It was funny how wrong he was. When he finally came to terms with his feeling his life seemed to get a whole lot more complicated. Because now he knew how he felt and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't ignore it.

After endless games of chess (Ron won every one of them, of course) Harry couldn't take it anymore. He was going to forget about the promise he made of never telling Ron how he felt. He had to tell him. He had to do something drastic. He went and sat at the couch Ron was sitting on. He was going to tell Ron. He couldn't hide it anymore. Just as Ron turned to face Harry however Hermione entered the common room. She plopped herself in between the two boys on the couch.

"Detention with Snape is brutal," she said angrily. She leaned her head on Harry's shoulder and held onto Ron's hand. She needed comfort. It wasn't just because she'd gotten detention. It was because the reason she got it was entirely her fault. It was the first time she had gotten detention alone, for something she didn't do with Harry and Ron.

Harry couldn't help but feel sympathy for Hermione. She was after all his best friend. Both boys put an arm around her and Harry couldn't help but feel chills as his arm landed on Ron's. And the trio just sat there for a while. Sat there in each others presence. In each others love. In each others friendship. They sat there staring at the flames of the fire and were at peace. At least for the moment everything else was forgotten.

Harry and Ron were walking around at night. They stopped to sit next to the lake and suddenly Ron grabbed Harry and kissed him. Hard. Then Ron pressed him down on the ground and straddled him.

"I love you Harry," he said before he began to kiss him again. Slowly Ron started pulling off Harry's robes, all the while kissing his neck. When Ron finally got Harry's robes off and he threw them over his shoulder not caring where they landed. Harry pulled Ron down and kissed him passionately, his tongue exploring Ron's mouth while his hands explored his body.

"I love you Harry," Ron said again and Harry felt overwhelmed by everything: his hormones, his lust, his love.

"I love you too Ron," Harry replied as he kissed Ron one more time and then……………….. Harry woke up and to his dismay realized it was all just a dream.

"Ughh," Harry moaned into his pillow. He reached for his glasses and checked the time. It was 2 a.m. Great…stupid dream.

Harry looked across the room and saw Ron, the moonlight making his creamy skin shine. He looks so peaceful. So happy. Without thinking Harry got out of bed and walked softly to Ron's bed. He leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too Ron," he whispered before he went back to bed. Too bad I can't tell Ron how I feel when he's awake. He probably didn't hear me and even if he did he won't remember tomorrow.

What Harry didn't know was that Ron hadn't been able to sleep and he heard every word Harry had said and he sure wasn't going to forget them any time soon.

Yay this chappie is done! I'm so excited! Now this is a turning point in the story. It could either be slashy or fluffy and sweet. So tell me what you guys want. Please REVIEW. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE and any ideas for future chappies are greatly appreciated.