Author: Ann Leony
Summary: Telling the candidates (Part 2)
A/N: This was inspired by a picture of Draco Malfoy leaning on a stone wall during Care of Magical Creatures. The list, I tried to make it all man, but I have to include girls because I don't know that many characters, and you could only use original character that much. Have to do more homework and Cedric is not Dead cause he's too beautiful to die.

By the way, if they are any mistakes in name or spelling of something's, I apologizes beforehand. I'm at college and I don't have any of the books for reference. I'm living of other fictions.

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Chapter Six

Ronald, at that time, was practicing flying. Frustrated that Harry has been avoiding him and flinching when he touches him.

' I'm suppose to be his best friend. He's not suppose to be flinching when I touch him, Bloody Hell.' And this bouts of outburst was further heavier with Ron finding out that he might just view Harry in a not strictly platonic way. Judged by the way he keeps waking up in a sheen of sweat, calling Harry's name, after dreaming of some really inappropriate things about his mate, wonderful, but inappropriate things, he had comes to terms with his feelings after a long bout of denial. The problem was how to tell Harry. He tried to act normally around Harry, hell, he had never been happier than these few months. But the electricity was still there. In every brush and every touch that they both shared, Ron knows that his feelings for Harry grew and his brain in constantly finding ways of knowing if either Harry feels the same or when and how to tell the fit dark midget.

He really doesn't want to do it the way Fred told Alicia she was going to the Ball with him, miming it across the table, with Snape watching, during prep time in the great hall. Harry might not get his meaning, he's not very perceptive, Harry. But it would really piss Snape off, and he would really like to do that. Besides, he doesn't know the sign language that would say, ' Harry, mate, I love you and would like to shag you till Voldermort's next comeback'

Or the way George told Fred that they should be together and Alicia should mind her own business and don't bother her ex-boyfriend (of three minutes, that's how long Fred needed to say yes to George) snogging in public. He didn't think Harry would kiss him back, but at least he would not have to deal with a hysterical ex-girlfriend, maybe just Hermione (neither of them is dating her, so that won't be too bad) as Harry is not seeing anybody.

Or the way Seamus did it. Ron cringe every time he remember the young man, jumped on the Gryffindor table in the great hall, after dinner one evening, knocking glasses and pumpkin juice jugs off the table, inching his way towards Dean, singing ' Voulez vous couches, avec moi, cest soir?' in a high pitch, attempting to imitate Christina Aguilera's singing. Apparently, they have been playing footsies under the desk for weeks and Seamus was tired of waiting Dean to make the first move. Ron, Harry and Neville couldn't get into their room that night and had to sleep in the common room, with pillows and comforters provided by Dobby and a roaring fire in the grate all night, which was not so bad. The only problem was that they have trouble sleeping through Seamus's cries of ecstasy ( both of them forgot about the silencing charm, for Dean it might be because of Seamus in the sexy nurses outfit they bought in Hogsmead last week.).

Neville was whimpering by half past ten, trying to sleep unsuccessfully and Ron and Harry tried to concentrate on the chess game through the moaning, intensified by the echoing halls of the tower. Harry seemed to be concentrating too hard, sweat beading at his forehead, making his fringe sticking up in weird directions, although his ears perks up every time they heard those sounds. And Ron, well Ron just try to keep his boner too visible to Harry and Neville. It would not do to have a stiffie during a chess game while hearing his two friends shagging. People would think he was gay ( he was still in his denial phase at that time).

I would fight, that was what he keep saying. Yeah, it took him exactly six months to do that. Plus that to the jealousy that he felt when Harry's name came out of the cup. In the end, after his relationship with Harry went back to almost normal, he notice the time they spent apart had actually help him realize a few things about him and Harry.

One, he couldn't live without Harry. Two, he couldn't live just as Harry's best friend-brother anymore. Three, they might not be able to share a room or dormitory after this. Not only this complicate stuff, but Harry has been spending more time with Hermione a lot during that separation and Ron was afraid that they would end up an item and he would be the third wheel. He was thinking about how he would handle it if Harry ever come to him saying that he and Hermione wants to get married. His quidditch robe billowing in the wind of the Astronomy Tower, his fingers freezing from the midnight air, gripping his broom more hardly than needed, when he heard his name.

"Ron, are you there?" Seamus lilted voice was fighting with the howling of the wind. Ron turned his head towards the door, his shoulder length hair swept over his face shielding his eyes from Seamus, his face void of feeling. Seamus jumped when the lightning stroke, Ron doesn't even blink his eyes.

"Yeah, mate, what do you want?" his tone flat, no feeling what so ever, making Seamus shiver.

" I want to talk to you bout something, don't you want to go inside? it's going to rain soon." He seems to be gathering his cloak closer to his body.

Ron shakes his head, " No. You can tell me out here. I don't want to go in yet." He turn to face Seamus, his own robes billow like Snape's did when he want to be extra menacing.

"Well, I have submitted your name for the calendar that we had to do for the school. I hope you will agree. Lavender and Hermione have already agreed. You will be in with Parvati and Harry." Seamus moved closer to Ron.

" Yeah, okay. By the way, where is Hermione and Harry?" He was actually afraid to know the answer to that question.

Seamus looks puzzled and answered " They were together in the common room, doing homework. I think. Why?" Blast it, Seamus is going to be suspicious now.

"NO, No nothing really. I was just thinking about them. About the calendar, I don't think I can do it." Ron said in strangled voice. He turned back toward the storm and climb up the ledge. Sitting on it while the wind turn more furious, lifting his hair and cloak, making him look like he was swarmed in bats. Seamus started to get worried looks and edging nearer towards Ron.

" Ron, come on. Harry is gonna do it. Even Parvati. You don't have to do it alone or anything. Besides, you really should be in. You're quite accomplish, yourself, being a prefect and a keeper for the house team. Ladies go for you anytime. You'll definitely be a page turner." With a smile pasted on his face, Seamus keep on trying to slowly get to Ron.

Ron turned to look back at Seamus, a sad smile on his face. " I'm famous because I'm Harry Potter stupid friend. Just his best friend." he paused as if saying all that was hurting him somehow, " I just don't want to be just that to him anymore."

Seamus's mouth dropped to his chest, he couldn't believe his ears. Is Ronald Weasley, the straightest twig in the broomstick is admitting of having not so platonic feelings for his best friend? All he could do was prod until he get some answers.

" Ron, I didn't realized you feel that way about Harry. Does he know?" He was in a stance, as if getting ready for jumping on Ron, as Ron gets further off the ledge.

"Bloody hell No, I couldn't tell him. He'll kick my arse faster than Dobby is at producing socks and later feed my bloody self to the Threstrals. I have tried to extinguished it, ya know. Doesn't work "

" Why doesn't it work, Ron?" Seamus was still edging nearer, almost touching Ron now.

" Cause the git have to be all Hero and saving my bloody arse at the second task and I have to be the bloody thing he missed most. How do you think I feel. I was just getting over him, with the fight at the start of the year and things was just starting to go back to normal after that. He purposely won't let me get over him, even though I could never get him." Ron looks like he wants to cry and Seamus is hyperventilating.

"I think you shouldn't think that until he said it himself, Ron. I mean, How do you know he doesn't feel the same way when you haven't even gave yourselves a chance." He saw the smile at the corner of Ron's mouth and cheered. A smiling man couldn't be that suicidal.

" I just need to think about it, okay. And I promise to think about the calendar thing, for your great advice. Thanks, Seamus." And with that he jumped.

TBC

A/N: Wow, that was the hardest chapter to write. I don't really know how to make this part really interesting. I haven't be able to write in days and all my plots and ideas seems to be clogged up in there somewhere. It's short but I hope I will be able to make it up on the next chapter.