A/N This is my first ever Harry Potter fic, so please go easy on me.

Warnings Ron and Harry pairing!! and knowing me strong language and graphic details later on in the story.

Sadly I Do Not Own Any Of The Characters, Which Is Probably For The Best, Because Of What I Would Do With Them If They Were Mine!!

Chasing Dragonflies

Chapter 1

As usual the dungeons were darkened which reminded Harry of a dirty night sky, Harry wondered on many occasions if Snape's home was as dark as how he preferred to work, but at the same time had no wish to find out, through the poorly lit room, Harry still saw his prize. Stop staring at him he kept telling himself, his eyes fixed on his best friend, reluctant to stare at nothing else, he was forced to move his concentration to his own potion, moments here and there he would take a quick look at his friend who was getting flustered at his failed attempt of a love potion, he looks so good when he does things wrong.

"Is Mr Weasley's poor attempt of a love potion more interesting then your own work Mr Potter?" Ron looked up at the mention of his name, confused and reluctant to get involved he went back to his potion, not looking at Harry. Snape looking as emotionless as ever was breathing down Harry's neck, sending shivers down his spine, as his cheeks flushed red as he heard his class mates, especially the Slytherins laughed and started talking about him.

Through gritted teeth Harry mumbled a pathetic "No sir," and then turned back to his potion, which was a horrid pale pink colour, which refused to turn to the dark red it was supposed to be. After what seemed like the longest twenty minutes of his life, the bell that signalled the dreaded lesson was over, packing up as fast as he could, Harry rushed out of the class, determined not to be stopped by the greasy haired professor who Harry knew would do anything to make his life more miserable then it already was.

Harry waited casually for his friends out side the dungeons, ignoring the snide comments being made as his class filed out, Ron and Hermione walked out last talking between them selves, not butting into the conversation which to his delight was not about his latest hobby of staring at Ron during lessons, but instead on the horrible assignment that even angered Hermione; a three foot parchment on love potions.

"What exactly can we write, you drink the potion you fall in love, unless you got ridiculously large writing like Neville i doubt you could fill the set amount of parchment." Ron said, he always got worked up in potions, mainly because of the intimidating atmosphere from one of the most hated professors in Hogwarts.

The three friends were sat in their usual corner in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione reading over her potions book on love potions, getting angry and worked up when she declared, "There's half a page in this book about love potions, how on earth are we to write more than what is in the book!" Harry shrugged as he wrote what he knew about love potions, he knew Snape set work that was impossible for his students to complete, which gave him the pleasure of shouting and causing many students to tears for not handing in assignments.

Ron sighed loudly as he started meaninglessly at the wall, fidgeting uncomfortably on the sofa, causing him to knock Hermione out of her concentration, Ron however didn't notice, he was to wrapped up in his own thoughts. Hermione sent looks of concern to Harry, who stared at Ron along with Hermione.

"What?" Ron said, his skin burning as his friends eyes pierced his skin.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"Yeah fine," Ron said unconvincingly.

"Do you want a game of chess?" Harry asked nodding towards the empty chess board in the middle of the dimly lit room, he knew that chess was one of the many ways to cheer Ron up, and he knew that pestering him to tell him what was wrong, was unlikely to work, and would leave it up to Ron to confide in him on his own accord.

"No, i think I'm just going to go to bed." Ron said, and got up, about to walk away when Hermione's voice stopped him.

"But its not even seven o'clock yet." She exchanged a quick glance to Harry who shrugged once more.

"Well maybe I'm tired." Ron said bitterly, "Since when have you told me when i can or cannot go to bed, your not my sodding mother," the bitter tone that he now spoke was not familiar to his friends, and even Harry was taken back by his tone, Ron walked of, leaving Hermione close to tears.

After bidding good night to Hermione who was in desperate need to find out what was wrong with Ron, Harry walked up to the boys dormitory which was empty due to such an early hour, the only person in the room was Ron, who sat on his bed playing with his beloved rat, Scabbers half heartedly. Harry sat on the foot of Ron's bed, wondering what best way to approach the situation.

"You should really think about apologising to Hermione, you really upset her," Harry said casually.

"Why, she thinks she can control me, she's always bossing me about," Ron said argumentatively, even though Hermione was their best friend despite the current argument, which Harry knew would be replaced by something even more stupid in a couple of days, Ron was right, Hermione had a point to make it her job that she took care of both boys, by mothering them, which got on Ron's nerves more than Harry's.

"But you were.."

"Oh shut up will you." Ron said, the bitterness now turning to aggression.

Harry sat there wondering what what the hell had just happened. "What is the matter with you Ron?"

Ron shifted uncomfortably and started playing with Scabbers once more. "Why would i tell you?"

Ron said glaring at Harry with hate in his eyes.

"Because I'm your best mate," Harry said simply, his heart aching at how much of a git his crush was being.

"If that's what you call it." Ron muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Best friends, don't stare at their friend the way you stare at me." Ron said, Harry couldn't think of

anything to say, except "I'm sorry."

"For what, being in love with me, or being to selfish to tell me?"

"I knew you wouldn't feel the same, and i didn't want to ruin..."

"Your right i don't feel the same, and you have ruined this friendship." Ron said and walked out of the room.

Harry pushed himself to the floor, his heart shattering in pieces as the thought that he had just lost the best and first friend he had ever had, all because of his stupid crush.

THATS ALL FOR CHAPTER 1... PLEASE REVIEW