Chapter 2: Acceptance
Harry put his school robes back on after quidditch practice and noticed that Ron was already gone. He found this kind of odd since they always walked back together trying to formulate plans to use against their opponents. But Harry decided not to press the issue and walked back alone. While he was doing this he was thinking about how Ron had run off after Professor McGonagall had talked to them earlier that day. He didn't know why he had run off, but he could swear that Ron was crying when he did so. He also wasn't himself when he was flying on his broom. He had missed almost every shot that was thrown at him. Ron wasn't the best Keeper in the world, but he was getting considerably better. He figured that it was just what Draco had said to them earlier that threw him off. But someone deep down was telling him otherwise.
Ron lay on his bed crying. He couldn't believe that he had run away from Harry when he needed him most. But he was exactly right in wondering if Ron was keeping a secret from him. He was. Ron loved Harry. But he didn't know how he could tell him. If he could tell him. His thoughts were cut short by one of the other boys walking into the dorm. He carefully pulled his curtains aside and saw that it was none other than Harry himself. He reached up and covered his mouth to keep his erratic breathing down so hopefully Harry wouldn't hear him and know that he was in here. But Harry was to smart for Ron. He could feel someone walking closer to his bed. He then saw the shadow outline of Harry standing next to him. "Ron, I know you're in here. I saw you running up the stairs when I walked into the common room. Why are you hiding from me?"
Ron just lay there not knowing what to say. Harry had caught him. He didn't know what to do. He closed his eyes and envisioned what he wanted to happen. He threw open his curtains and jumped out of his bed and wrapped his arms around Harry and told him everything. How he loved him, how he fell in love with him when he saw him for the first time on platform 9 ¾. He brought his lips to Harry's and they began to kiss.
"Ron, I think I know what you're hiding from me, and it's ok." Harry said pulling Ron out of his daydream.
"What do you mean it's ok Harry?"
"I talked to Hermione. She told me everything," Harry slowly pulled open the curtains on Ron's bed and sat down next to him. He carefully reached out a hand and put it on Ron's leg. " So you're not doing so well in Muggle Studies. It's nothing to be this upset about."
Ron just lay there with his mouth agape. Now he really didn't know what to say. All he knew that that he couldn't tell Harry. "Uh yeah, sure Harry." With that he smiled and turned his head away because he was afraid that he would start crying again. He lay there completely still thinking about how he felt about Harry.
Harry got up and went to his own bed. He was sure that Ron was lying to him this time. He didn't think that's what had Ron so upset, but then again, he was there when Hermione was helping him with his homework either. He took off his robes and then threw on his pajamas. He crawled into bed and lay down secretly leaving the curtains open just a bit to see if Ron would get up. He put his head down on his pillow and began to wonder what it would be like if Ron were in his bed with him. He could feel Ron's hand on his chest and he began to breathe more deeply.
Ron lay in bed also thinking of what it would be like to have Harry in his bed also. He wondered if Harry could be like him, but then he thought better of that. 'He's the famous wizard, how can he be like me?' But the thought stayed in his mind anyways. He began to think of all of things that he and Harry could do together. He imagined him pulling Harry in for a deep kiss, then sliding his hand deep into his robes.
Meanwhile, Harry, still in his bed was thinking about why Ron was acting so funny toward him lately. He knew that he had these strange feelings for Ron. Like he could just watch him all day and not worry about anything else. He could just look into his eyes and he would be lost. But it would not be lost in a bad way; he would be lost in the eyes of the one that he secretly loved.
Ron decided enough was enough. He couldn't keep Harry in the dark anymore. He had to tell him how he felt, and right now it didn't matter what Harry would say. He knew that Harry knew that he was acting funny toward him, well that was going to change. Ron pushed his covers off of him and walked quietly over to Harry's bed. He could see movement behind Harry's curtains. He could hear muffled breathing. Quietly a moan came from Harry's bed.
THUMP. "Dammit Harry, IL think your bed is trying to kill me." Ron said while jumping up and down on one foot.
Harry quickly covered himself and opened his curtains to see Ron dancing around holding his hurt foot. "What are you doing Ron?"
Ron gingerly placed his root back on the ground and walked over to Harry. He sat down on his bed and placed his hand on his chest. "Harry, we need to talk."