A/N (8/2/07): Updated...changed some of the dialogue and umm...here

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Harry yawned and turned over in bed, only to find that Ron wasn't by his side. Where'd he go? Harry was soon answered when a tall, handsome figure reached a hand through and opened the curtains on his four poster. The tall boy, with brilliant ginger hair that was magnified by the pool of light from the window stood clutching something in his hands. Breakfast. "Morning, love." Ron smiled wide and set the tray down on Harry's lap.

Harry didn't answer. He was still taking in the sights. Merlin, he's beautiful. Ron blushed a brilliant red and asked if there was something in his hair. "No. You're perfect." Harry smiled and looked down at his tray. Ron had brought up a big helping of eggs, several pieces of bacon and some toast, all topped off with jelly and a large goblet of pumpkin juice. "Thanks, Won Won." Harry teased in his best baby voice and motioned for his lover to come sit on the edge of his bed. Ron sat.

Harry ate while Ron kept watch on his clock. Ron warned him when they had twenty minutes until he had to meet Snape for his detention and Harry gulped down the rest of his pumpkin juice. "You're sweet!" Harry moved the tray to his bedside table and sat next to Ron. Ron and Harry sat there without saying a word for five minutes. They didn't need speech; their eyes said it all.

Harry reached up and weaved his hand through Ron's long, red locks and brought him close for a long kiss. When it was finally broken, Harry hopped up and quickly dressed. He grabbed his wand, shoved it in his pocket and motioned for Ron to follow. Ten minutes left. Ron walked Harry all the way to Snape's office, kissed him goodbye and whished him good luck. Snape appeared at the door just in time to see them separate.

"Well, Potter, Weasley. To what do I owe this great deal of disgust? No need to answer. Inside Potter, I've got work for you to do. Weasley, remember, be back here at seven tonight and DON'T be late!" Snape quickly ushered Harry- who turned to see Ron's best puppy dog eyes before the door slammed- inside.

The red head walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room slowly, wishing that Harry were with him. "I miss him already", he pouted as he reached the Fat Lady's portrait. He stood there, momentarily heart broken. "AHEM!" the portrait sprung to life. "Oh, yeah. Worm guts!" Ron belted out the password and leaped through the portrait hole. He spotted Hermione sitting on a large, overstuffed chair, her eyes glued to a book. She looked up at him and then quickly returned to her reading, which now seemed to be going twice as fast.

Ron remembered what he promised Harry and sighed out loud. "Hermione." he said as he reached the chair. She didn't answer. He flopped onto the couch next to her and twiddled his thumbs. "Listen, Hermione. I know what I said was a little harsh." he looked up to see Hermione peering over the book. "And It definitely wasn't called for." she set her book on her lap; Advanced Spells, Grade 6. "So, I'm really sorry." he braced himself for a good scolding at, or a well deserved I-told-you-so. But it never came. Instead, Hermione smiled and closed her book.

"It's okay. I know you were just trying to defend him."

"Defend who?" Ron felt a shade of ember creeping up his cheeks.

"Your boyfriend." Hermione smiled and set her book aside.

"So you knew that we got together, huh?" Ron asked, confused. "Of course! I was the one who suggested it!" Hermione sounded pleased with herself. Ron looked around the common room to make sure no one was close enough to hear them. "Oh yeah. And…does…does anyone else know?" he stuttered. "Yes. Dean and Seamus and Neville, naturally."

"And are they...?" Ron gulped and braced himself for impact as he realized that their dorm mates might have overheard them last night.

"Alright with it? Oh yes, why wouldn't they be? They are your friends. And true friends don't abandon you over something so trifling. Besides, they've seen it coming since first year, too. I think they might of had a bet going..."

"A WHAT!?", Ron's ears were burning now.

"It's nothign really, Ron, calm down. It's just that when they confronted me about it this morning, Dean looked to Seamus, who handed him a couple of galleons..." Hermione looked thoughtful. Ron stormed up to the 6th year boys dormitories and Hermione called after him, "TRY to be a little quiter the next time, will you?"

Ron spent the rest of the morning in the Common Room absent-mindedly fiddling with his wizards chess pieces ( he was playing against himself, and the pieces were calling out obscenities at him when he took too long to move ) thinking about what Hermione had said. They knew all along? Then why did it take me so long to notice? Why didn't Harry say anything earlier? What's wrong with me? Ron had hardly worked out any of the answers to his own questions when he saw a familiar forehead wit ha familiar scar coming into the Common Room. "Harry!" Ron flung himself at his raven haired lover and landed on top of him on the nicely carpeted floor.

"Ron, let's not give them a show, eh?" Harry looked at the rest of the people crowding the Common Room and grinned wide. "Oh, yeah! Let's go up to our room, then, shall we?" Ron helped Harry to his feet and together, they made their way up the spiraling stairs to their dormitory. When they got inside they spotted Dean and Seamus playing a game of Exploding Snap on Dean's bed. Harry turned, but Ron's hand grabbed hold of his waist. "It's okay. They know." Ron laughed and they sat on Ron's bed.

"So, how was it? Snape make you do anything out of the ordinary?"

Harry knew Ron was referring to a time Harry spent in detention last year with Professor Umbridge. She made Harry write with a quill that made magical cuts into the back of Harry's hand that reflected the lines that she had Harry write. 'I will not lie'. Harry caressed the back of his now healed hand out of habit.

"Uh, no. He just made me peel cockroaches and cut up Steam Roots for next class' lesson." Harry smiled and looked deeply into Ron's eyes. "Hey", Ron broke their silence, "D'ya think Dean and Seamus…?" Ron whispered and looked at the two out of the corner of his eyes. Harry nodded slowly. "They look cute together." Harry smiled wider. "You're cute." Ron pulled Harry to him and kissed his lightly on the cheek.

Harry noticed Dean and Seamus watching them and blushed. Ron giggled and kissed Harry on the forehead. "You're sweet." Harry said, still a bright scarlet. Dean and Seamus had went back to whatever they were up to and Harry watched them for a minute or so. Ron brought the raven haired boy back to reality. His lips pressed against his lovers and everything that had been troubling him; the detention later that night, the fact that he had waited so long to be with Harry this way; all disappeared. Ron decided to let Harry take over this time and relaxed. Harry's tongue touched every surface and dipped into every crevasse of the inside of his lover's mouth. Ron moaned softly. Harry took a page from Ron's book and bit the freckled boy's lover lip playfully. Ron moaned louder and felt Dean and Seamus' eyes on him. He didn't care. Harry was doing exactly what he should be doing. Paying attention to me.

Dean giggled and Seamus led him to a vacant bed. Harry caught this out of the corner of his peering eyes. He knew he was putting on a little show for the two and chuckled, re closing his eyes. Harry broke the kiss and pushed Ron onto his back. I like this.. Ron's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he felt Harry's hand cup his erection through thin pants. Ron heard a moan that wasn't his own. Seamus. Ron's attention went back to Harry, who stopped abruptly. Ron whined involuntarily.

"Shhhhh. Listen, we've been ignoring Hermione since we've been together. She's feeling left out. Let's go hang out with her for right now, You can have me to yourself after your detention, if you've not too worn out." Harry smiled and Ron recovered to his feet and nodded. He didn't trust his voice. They headed downstairs and invited Hermione to come outside with them. She accepted.

On the way out, they spotted a sign that read that the first Hogsmeade weekend was in two Saturdays. "That should be fun!" Ron said, cheerily and smiled wide. Ron was mentally bracing himself for the coming upcoming detention with Snape.