I'm in love with you, just not IN love with you
AN: I don't own Harry (freaking) Potter. Though I like to make him gay. He's a pretty gay boy. :)
Harry laughed with Hermione over a bowl of oatmeal in the morning. The bookworm's mood was surprisingly light that morning as she constantly made jokes about nothing in particular, that nothing mainly being Ron.
"Can you believe Ron? He is so presumptuous sometimes, like that time he assumed that you and me were doing something private in Grimmauld Place and didn't want to be disturbed, when we were actually studying!" Hermione threw her head back in laughter. "Remember how much trouble he got into with Mrs. Weasley when she found him lying outside the door, in the middle of the hallway, taking a nap."
Ron grumpily sat across from them and slathered grape jelly over his toast. "It wasn't my fault. I don't know what I heard, but it sounded like you two didn't need my help."
"No, that because you needed MY help; honestly, the lies you make up just so you won't have to study." Hermione giggled. That summer Ron had to finish a portion of his homework after the Sorting Feast because Hermione had refused to help him after the amusing incident. Then, he told Harry what he thought the two of them were doing, which led to Harry laughing so much that when he tried to help Ron, Harry couldn't even speak properly, his mirth getting in the way.
"Harry, tell Ron what you told me that he said."
"Ron, I'm not sure if you are aware of this but you are absolutely mental. You told me that you thought Hermione and I were making out in the room when you weren't there." Harry smirked at Ron who's skin was slowly matching his hair color.
"It wasn't my fault. The only thing I could not figure out is how it happened so fast. I only left the room to pee and get a drink of water." (And that Hermione wasn't with me...) Ron thought silently. Harry knew of Ron's longtime crush on their female counterpart, but neither boy was quite certain of Hermione's own feelings towards Ron. Would she return his affections, or would it ruin something good?
Hermione and Harry laughed boisterously while Ron quickly turned a glowing pink. Ron was going to ignore their laughter and bury his head in his breakfast, the most important meal of the day, not that every meal was equally important, but Hermione grabbed his hand that reached for his eggs. "We have to leave early this morning and head to herbology. Professor Sprout is handing out the plants that we will be doing research on and I am not willing to get scrawny one. Lets go." She let go of his hand and it collapsed on the table. Harry and Hermione already had the straps of their bags over their shoulder and were waiting for Ron to stand with them. Ron leaned forward and banged his forehead against the table. "I forgot my bag in the dorm. I'm going to have to go get it. Go on without me."
Ron could hear Hermione's eyes rolling as she sighed and shuffled the bag onto her back.
"I'll go with Ron, Hermione. We'll meet up later at the greenhouses. Now come on Ron." Harry faked pulling Ron's arm up to the dorms until Hermione left the dining hall. Harry had to ask Ron now, "Is the coast clear?"
"The coast is clear." Harry then pulled Ron's backpack out of his book bag and sat back down at his spot in the dining hall. Harry looked at his watch, set the timer for 8 minutes and the two of them began to chow down.
"Huneffee, ---mioone ---wasy -o g- --ass earry." Ron spoke with his mouth full, and Harry really only understood a fraction. Harry motioned with his hand. "Outside" and continued eating with one hand, while the other put together a breakfast sandwich from the toast, eggs and sausage on the table. Ron didn't seem to think quite to clearly as that because he just grabbed a napkin and started piling in pieces of bacon, toast and egg before tying it into a little bundle and throwing it into his bag. Harry's alarm went off and the two of them set out, half-walking and running to get to the greenhouses while trying not to choke on the last of their food they were still chewing. Ron gasped and breathed heavily for a moment, waiting for the big glob of food in this throat to pass down. "Honestly, Hermione always wants to go to class early." They reached the greenhouses in record time and sat down next to Hermione, who had her book open and was re-reading that day's assigned reading. The two boys resumed eating again. Hermione's little agenda beeped, 'Class in five minutes.' She started packing her things back into her bag but she caught sight of them.
"Boys! I appreciate you getting here on time, but put your food away before the professor sees it."
Ron spoke with a mouthful of food, "Why?"
Professor Sprout heard the last of the conversation. "Because dearies we're working with African man-biters today, not as vicious as the man-eater variety, but they still like to nibble, and smelling like food will only encourage them." Sprout unlocked the door for greenhouse three. "You three can stay a while outside as it seems none of the other students have arrived yet, ah, here they come."
Ron and Harry finished up the last of the food and wiped their hands on the grass. Professor Sprout looked them over, "Wash your hands in the sinks and work with gloves and masks today. Wouldn't want the man-biters to take a lip or finger off now."
Ron and Harry walked towards the back of the greenhouse where the sinks were. Ron turned to Harry and made fishy lips. "Harry, do you thinks my lips are in danger of being bitten?" Ron batted his eyes at Harry looking extremely ridiculous. Harry laughed and then in a very teasing falsetto voice.
"Stop it Ron, I'm not going to kiss you. Heehe hee hee." The two of them started laughing loudly and Ron splashed water at Harry from his hands. Hermione walked over from the bench they were to be working on that day.
"Come on boys, I don't want to be the only one working today." She threw towels at them to dry their hands before practically shoving the gloves on them herself. She snapped the masks on a bit painfully as well for making her wait, and for allowing her to do that to them like little children. Both Ron and Harry rubbed their nosed with their hands through their gloves.
"That really stung Hermione." Harry took his glasses off his nose. Ron pulled Harry's hands away from his face and inspected to make sure that the nose piece hadn't broken the skin. Hermione fretted over Harry.
"I'm so sorry Harry. Ron, let me look at him." Hermione accidentally bumped against Ron.
Ron lost his balance.
Ron barely caught his balance, but was stuck leaning forward.
Harry on a normal day didn't have good vision, but he would like to think that his other senses more than made up for it.
Harry was absolutely certain that Ron's arm, the one that took off his glasses, and was still holding on to them was putting pressure on his left shoulder. He wanted to shrug it away.
Harry was stuck though. Ron's other arm, that was initially holding Harry's chin up so Ron could inspect for possible damage in the light was still holding onto his chin. Ron's grip was strong actually.
Harry couldn't move.
Harry also couldn't move his mouth to tell Ron to get off of him because something incredibly warm and soft was pressed up against them. Harry moved his mouth and he could tell that Ron's lips were chapped.
RON'S LIPS WERE CHAPPED!!!???
YEAY~! The fun starts here folks.
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