How's It Going to Happen?
Chapter Two: What if Ron Tells Harry?

What if indeed? Let's find out.
Oh, another thing, I'm trying to write this so it could be set anywhere. Because Book Seven could be set anywhere. OK.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry went to bed early that night. He needed the early night desperately. He was completely tired out and he could never be sure what the next day would bring for him. A good deal of rest was always helpful.

He couldn't sleep, though.

Something was going on. Somewhere. He didn't know anything else about it, other than the fact that it affected him. And it was keeping him from sleeping.

He lay awake for an hour, maybe more. He was tired still, but as much as he tried to get comfortable, he couldn't drift off.

Just when he was considering getting up again, the door opened and Ron poked his head into the room.

"Harry?" he whispered, looking nowhere in particular. There was something wrong with his voice. He sounded a bit shaky, but he had a grin on his face that he was obviously trying to conceal.

"Yeah?" Harry sat up in bed, "What's wrong?"

"Are you awake?"

Harry sighed, marvelling at Ron's stupidity.

"Yes, I suppose." He got up out of bed and sat on top of his duvet.

Ron closed the door carefully behind him. He slowly crept across the room and sat beside Harry.

"What's happened? Why are you walking like that?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realise I was." Ron sniggered, "There's no one else about, is there?"

Harry was confused. Ron was behaving in a stranger way than he'd ever seen before. He could be drunk, but he couldn't see why he would have found some alcohol and drunk it after Harry went to bed.

"No, really," Ron buried his face in his hands and let out a long sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm just all shaken up. About - all this. I think."

"Did anything happen to you? You're acting really - weird ..." Harry looked at Ron. He could see his ear and it was red.

Ron didn't speak. Harry shook his shoulder.

"Yes," he said finally, "I think so, anyway. I don't know. I think it did. I might have dreamt it. Yeah."

"Well?" Harry couldn't help laughing.

Ron straightened up. He was suddenly completely serious, even a little sad.

"Harry, I think I've got to tell you something."

Harry blinked. He was finally going to know what was going on.

"Well, you see ..." Ron stood up and started pacing, "I - well - you're not going to yell at me or anything are you?"

"It depends what you've done."

"I - we - Hermione sort of - well, we were both down there and - " Ron stopped abruptly, "I can't tell you this. This is between me and her."

But Harry had a pretty good idea of what had happened already.

"I think I know," he said quietly, "But I can't be certain. Come on,Ron, I'm your best mate."

They looked at each other.

"Alright then." Ron sat back down and closed his eyes.

"Hermione and me were both down there together. After you left, that is, and she was reading up on something or other, and I was thinking about - everything and stuff." Ron was obviously in shock. "And she just - I dunno, it was really sudden - she started just crying, and she said all this stuff about how she wished it had never happened and she wanted it to be over and she wanted Dumbledore to be here to help with everything ... " Ron lowered his voice. He was staring straight ahead. "And I don't know how it happened, but - you know really, I never do this sort of thing at all - she got me upset as well. I ended up with her sitting in my lap and we were hugging. It was kind of - reassuring, I suppose, to know we had each other - and you, of course, yeah. But things went a bit - she has the most lovely soft hair, you know, and I was stroking it again. She smiled and said she loved it when I did that, and it made her feel relaxed or something. She said it was something about me. And we were going to go to bed then ... we were really tired. But she said she needed to tell me something first. Then I knew what it was, and I could tell she knew that I knew,and - and - I just sort of -"

Ron sprang up and covered up his mouth.

"No, no," he gasped, "I don't want to tell you, I can't, I really can't -"

"You've come this far," Harry reminded him, "Please?"

Ron went on pacing frantically, muttering to himself, but he eventually calmed down. He stood still, faced Harry directly, took a few deep breaths and said something so fast Harry barely heard it.

"We snogged, OK?"

He turned away and Harry could see him shaking. He stood up, put an arm around him and smiled.

"Well done, mate."

Hehe, I read through this and it was so like Ron I actually hope this kind of thing happens! I can see Ron stood there telling Harry how he and Hermione 'snogged, OK?' As always, please read and review!