First off let me say I am super sorry for not updating. My life has had some crazy moment the last few weeks. And second let me say sorry for this being a short chapter. I'm going to write more I swear. Stick with me!

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"BANG"

I sat bolt upright in bed. What in the bloody hell was that? Sounded like a trunk slamming. Who is even awake this early?

"SLAM"

I peeked behind the curtains on my four poster to have a look around the dormitory. Neville and Seamus were standing at their beds looking at each other with equal looks of concern. Seamus saw me first and gave me a quizzical look.
"Whots run up Harry's arse? Still drunk from las' night is he?" I rubbed a hand over my face. So they knew. Great. Guess it wasn't hard to miss by the way he carries on when he gets back. How am I supposed to respond to that? Say something like "Oh yea! He's probably popped up to the hospital wing to get it sorted. Sorry my best mates a drunk!" No. I'm going to go with ignorance.

"What are you goin' on about? Harry wasn't drunk last night." I moved my face in what I hoped was a believable confused face. Neville and Seamus weren't buying it. Neville shook his head as Seamus laughed.
"Oh right Ron. He's never come back totally gone before. He's never woken us up at three in the morning yelling fer ya to put him to bed." He gave me a pointed look. "We're sleepin' in the same room here Ron, there's no way we wouldn't know." Great. I gave a heavy sigh and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"Just don't mention you know to him. He'd be right embarrassed and he doesn't need it. Not like he's hurting anyone anyway." I said looking at the floor. It wasn't entirely untrue. He wasn't an alcoholic, he only drank on Tuesdays. Plus he was with Hagrid who has always made sure Harry got back into the castle just fine.

They nodded at me and left the room. I threw myself back on my bed. Today was not going to be good. Not only do I now have to deal with a hung over Harry Potter, but now I have to look at him normally, as though he didn't tell me he wanted to be more than friends in a drunken stupor last night. He was so out of it he probably doesn't remember. Great. Something else that I can torture myself with. It's good that I walked away last night. He had no idea what he was saying. Poor guy. I'm going to have to talk to Hagrid about his firewhisky limit.

I threw on a white button up and stalked out of the dorm and down to the common room. He could still be sitting down here. Harry liked to curl up on the love seat under the back window with the curtains drawn. It was his place to wait for his hangover to die. I jumped over the last step and swung my head in that direction. Harry was in his corner, but he wasn't alone. Hermione was with him, bent in towards him talking in a hushed whisper.

I slowly shuffled my way over. I could hear Harry mumbleing, but the words were still being strung together and I couldn't understand them. Hermione happened to glance up and see me walking their way. She abruptly hit Harry and he stopped talking. What was that about? Since when am I excluded from conversation?

"Hey mate. What are we talking about?" I asked as he turned around to face me. His eyes were officially my favorite color. Such a beautiful deep green. I doubt you could find a purer color in nature.
"Ah. Erm.. Nothing. Just.. ah well, just…." and then he ran, without looking back, straight through the portrait. What is going on with him? I made a motion to go after him but Hermione grabbed my arm. She gave me a very pointed look that I know meant leave it, but this makes no sense. If there's a problem he should be talking to me about it. What help could Hermione have given him really? Her advice for everything was to go to the library!

As soon as I opened my mouth to question Hermione she stopped me. "Don't ask Ron. He's just having some er.. well, don't you worry about it he'll be fine. He is fine." I arched my eyebrow. Really then? She wants me to go along with the nothing's wrong story? Well fine then. If they don't want to tell me bully for them.

"Oh Ron, don't look at me like that." I shrugged. I wasn't going to beat it out of her. She and Harry could have their little secrets. She gave an exasperated sigh, "Ron he remembers what he said last night I gave her a blank stare. How did she know I even heard him? As soon as I heard him say he wanted to be more than friends I practically ran to my bed. "Oh honestly Ron, I know you heard him don't pretend like you have no idea what I'm talking about. Anyway and he's worried. He thinks you hate him now, that you don't want to be his friend. He thinks he's lost you now."

"Bollocks!" I yelled. "Is he stupid? I'm going to find him." I moved towards the portrait. Where would he have run off to?

"NO!" I whipped around. Hermione scrambled over to me and grabbed both of my shoulders. "You love him right?" She asked in a whisper. I nodded. "Well then wouldn't you like to spare him the embarrassment? Here's what we'll do then, I'll find him and tell him you didn't hear him last night. That when you turned away from him and went to bed it was because you thought he was just mumbling drunk things and figured it wasn't important."

"So he doesn't…"

"SO NEXT TIME YOU SEE HIM…" she spoke over me. Why does no one let me talk? "…you will act as though you don't remember anything, and confused as to why he ran out this morning, and then you will quickly change the subject to some kind of quiddich tactic. If you can do that, I think this whole mess will blow over."
"But he talked to you about it? Did he even mean…" I trailed off. She was already halfway out of the portrait and clearly didn't give a flying hippogriff about how I felt.
I wonder if he actually meant it. I'm going to force it out of Hermione when she's done trying to fix this mess. Well I doubt he'd fancy me. Hermione would have skipped up to the dorms to tell me instead of telling me to ignore it ever happened. Well, I guess I'd rather have him a little bit than not any at all.