(Ron's P.O.V)

Good Lord what was I doing?

I found myself waking up in Harry's bed the morning following my tirade against not being able to have my own family. I was glad to see that I was still wearing boxers and the memories flooded back. He had wanted to go farther but I stopped him.

"Ron…" I heard Dean's voice say gently, "Harry…Ginny sent me up here to wake you guys up. Hermione was going to come up but is looking over your homework."

"Tell them we died in our sleep," I said tiredly.

Dean laughed gently but urged us to get out of bed. Finally Harry and I climbed out and began to get dressed after much grumbling. I only noticed that Dean hadn't left when he was still standing by the doorway when I finished getting dressed.

"Are you two back together?" he asked nervously.

Harry stayed silent. He had thought so (correction: hoped), but wanted my answer.

"Well…" I replied, "Yeah."

"Oh," Dean said, looking sort of shocked, "Since when?"

"Last night," I responded as the three of us walked out of our room and down the stairs.

Dean made quick eye contact with Ginny and said,

"You owe me three Galleons. They got back together last night."

Harry and I exchanged grins. Ginny and Hermione gave us identical disapproving looks. I felt my insides squirm with wondering what those looks were supposed to mean. I lowered my gaze from theirs and remained silent and still until Harry nudged me to let me know that we were finally leaving after he handed me my books.

"Why are they mad at us?" I whispered as we walked down the hallway.

"Does it matter?" Harry replied.

"Well…yeah," I responded as we walked into the Great Hall. My nerves were going crazy at the thought of someone being mad at me again.

"Maybe they're worried you'll leave me again. It doesn't matter, Ron, really."

"Ask them."

Harry sighed.

"Okay don't ask them," I said quickly, hoping he wasn't getting too frustrated.

"I will," he said simply.

"If you don't want to-"

"I will, Ron, okay?" he said sharply.

I fell silent. I hated it when my friends (or boyfriends) were mad at me. It made me nervous to be around them but I wanted to be around them so I could get them to not be mad at me. I glanced at Harry, he looked frustrated. I stared at the floor as we walked to the Great Hall.

"Sorry," Harry added quickly. But he didn't sound sorry.

We sat down at the Gryffindor table, Harry sitting between Ginny and I. A few minutes into the meal and Harry leaned over to Ginny and asked her something quietly. I didn't listen, I acted like I didn't know or care what he was saying. Finally Harry looked back over at me.

"They were just surprised," he said, "That I took you back."

That I took him back? Did I come off that harshly? I stared at my food and poked it around then sighed and pushed my plate away. Harry was still looking at me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied, "You just looked depressed."

"Yeah well…" I shrugged and hoped he understood. He did, and nodded, then went back to eating.

I busied myself by grabbing my homework and pretending to look over the corrections Hermione had made. I loved that she did that. It kept mine and Harry's grades up, therefore we stayed on the quidditch team. She didn't point out every mistake, that way it wouldn't make Harry and I seem that smart and most likely worry our teachers.

Finally Harry stood and I followed suit, quickly tucking my homework back into the book. We followed Hermione out of the Great Hall and to our first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. I froze outside the doorway, Harry stopped walking and looked at me.

"He can deal with it," he said simply, and began walking again.

I walked behind him slowly, and set my homework on his desk as Harry and Hermione had done before me. He made eye contact with me and smiled gently. I didn't smile and continued walking, taking a seat next to Harry at our table.

People started filing in, the bell rang, and the slower people rushed in, trying to beat it before it stopped ringing. Lupin started class, and time seemed to slow down.

My brain was going on overdrive, trying to think about several things at once. Feelings I couldn't quite sort out. The guys I had slept with, and how they hadn't treated my like Harry had, and would. The way they used me, like I had anticipated. Most people thought I had ditched them, but I hadn't. They left me. I came off like someone who went through people, I wasn't. Not quite. I just expected them to leave me and didn't care when they did. The way I left Harry.

Speaking of whom, he nudged me, and I realized I was crying.

"Nothing," I whispered quickly, wiping my face before Lupin looked in my direction.

Harry looked worried, and I felt worried. Crying wasn't something I had done on a regular basis until this year. Relationship ups and downs? Yeah, lets blame it on that. Lupin asked to talk to Harry and I after class. We walked out with a group of people anyway. I bet he had been expecting a response like that.

I wrote a letter to Fred during History of Magic. I knew he wouldn't want to know something like this, but I decided to tell him anyway. I was the little brother, the one who was supposed to be annoying. I had to write the letter.

Fred,

Me again, of course. I just want to say Harry and I are back together. I'm sorry. I went through a bunch of guys but I just came back to him. I kissed him. Actually we kissed a lot. But we didn't go all the way.

I haven't sorted out my feelings yet. I don't really know if I'm gay or not. But I will figure that out for myself like you told me. I'm still young. I'm still stupid. I will figure this out though. I'm trying to grow up, I swear.

Practice canceled. Came to my grandparents house.

Wrote this in about five minutes, sorry if it sucks. let me know.
Review, if you liked it let me know WHY.
By the way, has anyone had a guy named Justin Lookadoo come to their school before? He talks about sex and relationships and the differences in boys and girls and stuff. He came to my school recently. Pretty funny. He knows how to talk to teenagers.