Chapter 5: The Bearing of Two Souls

Hermione turned the corner and saw Professor McGonagall. She stopped and turned around to Ron. "The professors are out already. We have to be careful." She saw Ron's silent acknowledgement and wondered where his head was at, and what he was really acknowledging. She pushed it out of her head and continued on. Before they knew it, they were standing in front of the fat lady's portrait listening to her bicker on and on about how students should not be out so late. Ron walked up to her and said in a quite audible hushed tone, "Yellow Pumpkin Pasties," and the whining portrait swung open. Ron dashed through and was almost at the stairs when she stopped and turned around to see Hermione just now entering the common room. He walked over to her and pressed his lips to her cheek. He saw her face flush red. "What was that for Ron?"

"It was to thank you for everything you'd done for me."

"I don't understand."

"I know you don't. It's ok. But you may think that me telling him that I love him is the wrong thing do to, but I've realized that it's not. I need to tell him. Just like your uncle, why should I live my life in secrecy?"

"Because sometimes…" Ron placed his hand over Hermione's mouth stopping her from finishing her sentence. "Don't. You've already done all you can do, any more and it would just get annoying."

Hermione smiled and waved her hand to the boy's stairs. She saw Ron give her a quick smile and then take off toward their dormitory. She lost sight of him as he quickly climbed the stairs running to the one that he loved.

Harry continued counting the bricks when he heard the door open. He thought that it would be Seamus or one of the other boys coming in from the common room. He didn't hear the curtains being opened. He ignored the weight being added to his bed by another body. He didn't want to think of anyone else being on his bed but Ron. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he involuntarily sunk back into Ron's body. "Hi Harry."

Harry mumbled an answer not intelligible to Ron. It almost sounded like a moan. Harry had his eyes closed and he imagined Ron wrapping his other arm around him and pulling him into a deep hug. It felt so nice, so real. Harry's eyes shot open. This wasn't a dream. He wasn't imagining this at all. It was really happening. Ron was hugging him. "Hi Ron."

Ron loved the feeling of Harry in his arms. He had waited so long to have this one moment. He forgot what he was going to say. He bent his head down and smelled Harry's hair and he was in oblivion. He realized that this is how life should be. He realized that there was no need for words at this moment. He reached up and turned Harry's head and bent down and placed his lips against Harry's. Harry melted even more into Ron's body. He kissed Ron back. Harry opened his mouth to allow Ron access. Ron's tongue entered Harry's mouth and began to explore all the crevices of the new place.

Harry broke the kiss and turned around. He reached up and wiped the tear from Ron's eye. "What's wrong?"

"I've waited for this moment since the day that I met you, and I can't believe it's finally here."

Without giving a verbal response, Harry leaned back into Ron's body forcing him on his back. Harry lay on top of him and began to kiss and tease his neck. Ron moaned and writhed from excitement. Harry made his way back up to Ron's mouth. He pressed his lips firmly against Ron's.

As much as Ron was enjoying this treatment, he pushed Harry away. "We need to talk."

"No we don't. I already know what you've been wanting to tell me. I knew when you kissed me."

Ron's face went deep red. He was glad that he didn't have to voice his love for Harry just yet. He was enjoying holding Harry. Not having to say anything. He closed his eyes and pulled Harry into another hug and just lay on the bed holding him. The two boys, lost in euphoria, fell asleep lost in each other's love.