(Harry's P.O.V)

Ron had no self-confidence. He walked and talked like he did, but he didn't. He didn't stay with me because he didn't think he loved me. He was saving me and himself from being hurt.

"Of course I'll still be you're friend," I said simply, "This just didn't work out, is all."

He nodded.

When classes started up again, Ron was often found with another guy each week. It was quite odd to see him with guys who claimed they were straight, of course…most of them probably were, and were just having fun. It seemed as though that was what a lot of people were doing nowadays. Doing out of the ordinary things for fun.

Once I actually saw him with Draco Malfoy, that lasted about three class periods, then Ron was with Blaise Zabini until dinner, and then Ron spent the last of his day with Hermione and I, where he told us to not even ask what he had been thinking. I just smiled and shook my head. Inside, I did know how Ron could find both of them attractive, though.

Clearly, Ron was more comfortable going through guys instead of staying with just one. But there seemed to be more to it. I knew there was something in him that made him not able to stick with one person. Not just the fact that he had no self-confidence. There was just more. And I wanted to know what. I needed to talk to him.

He had practice scheduled for that night. The team went through some basic drills, and then we all put the equipment back, and Ron and I headed into the locker rooms while the rest of the team went to dinner. I had told him I needed to talk to him, and this would be the only time I could do it.

"We aren't…talking, right?" Ron asked after I shut the door behind myself, "Like about our relationship? I don't do that." He tossed his broom to the floor and leaned against a row of lockers, "It's awkward."

"No. I want to talk about you," I replied simply, "Why can't you stick with one guy?"

He shrugged.

"I'm serious, Ron," I said, "Why can't you stay committed? I'm the longest relationship you had. You said you didn't see me as anything more than a friend. Well what about all those other guys? The ones that aren't even gay? The ones who never were your friends or even acquaintances?"

"I don't know," he snapped, shoving his hands into his pockets, "Why does it even matter? You don't have to worry about me."

"Well I do," I replied, "You're my friend. And my first true relationship. There's no way I couldn't worry."

"I don't…" he muttered, looking away from me and taking a few steps forward, "I don't want to commit myself to someone. Then I might actually start to like them."

A strong gust of wind blew the door open. We both jumped, but neither of us went to shut it.

"What's wrong with actually liking someone?" I demanded, "I loved you. What was wrong with that?"

"But…we're…" he looked up and finished with, "Gay."

"No kidding," I replied harshly.

"We can't have kids. Even the illegal spell to make someone pregnant doesn't work on guys," Ron responded, "I'm mad at myself for being gay. I want a family. It can't happen, can it?"

"So you don't want to like someone so you won't get married?" I concluded, "Ron, you can adopt."

"But those are someone else's kids!" he exclaimed. By now I knew this was so much deeper. Something was wrong. He was getting too touchy.

"Someone else's kids that no one wanted," I replied, grabbing his arm, "Ron, what's wrong? Really?"

"Nothing!" he shouted angrily, "I don't want to be gay. But I can't stop myself, can I? And I don't want someone else's kids."

"But they're kids no one wanted. It's wrong not to take them. Even if I wasn't gay I'd probably adopt children anyway."

The door we hadn't shut slammed against the wall again. Ron and I stared at each other.

"Well Ron you have no choice," I said finally, to end the silence, "You're gay. You want a family. If you get married to m-…someone…you'll have to adopt if you want a family."

He lowered his gaze.

"Let's go inside," I said gently, grabbing his arm more carefully than I had earlier.

He allowed me to lead him through the rain and to the castle. We walked up the steps toward the doors, both of us very silent in thought. Ron pulled his arm away from me and we both looked at each other.

The moment Ron leaned in and kissed me, a flash of lightning was followed by a loud rumbling of thunder. They seemed to be reminding me that I was just going to get hurt again if I allowed Ron to do this. I didn't care. He was back, kissing me, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

Three more flashes of lightning and loud crashes of thunder came and went before we both pulled away laughing weakly. Ron didn't look at me before walking into the castle. But when he did eventually look at me he smiled lightly and didn't turn away before the smile was returned.

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