Harry slowly became aware of his surroundings and a second body wrapped around his own. He smiled as he soaked in the feeling of being tangled up in someone that he actually had feelings for rather than a one night stand. Scratch that, most of the time his partner had left long before he had awoken in the morning, leaving him in a cold and empty bed. To have someone still there meant something to him and the feeling of being worth something swelled inside of his chest. The curtains that surrounded the bed were yanked open, revealing the sun already beginning to stream through the windows and an eager looking Ron. His eyes mouth fell slack at the sight of the pair pressed up against each other, half naked with sleep tousled hair, he was very unsure of what to say.
"Should I come back later or are you ready to head to Hogsmede?" Ron asked finally. He shifted awkwardly from one foot to another as he awaited the answer from the sleepy raven haired boy. Harry pushed himself up on his elbows and whipped the crust out of his eyes as he registered the moment in his brain.
"Go on without me, I promised to spend the day with Neville. You said you wanted to go help out Fred and George with the new shop anyway, right?" Harry spoke. He started his search for clothing to wear amongst the large piles created around the dormitory floor over the last few months. Neville shifted in the bed and awoke moments later at the loss of the warm body that was near only a few moments before. "Morning, Neville."
"Morning, Harry. Lovely morning, isn't it Ron?" A blush worked its way up Neville's face at the sight of Ron still standing at the end of the bed. Ron stocked off towards the showers, his body language showing that he wasn't happy at being brushed off in lieu of Neville Longbottom. "What's his problem?"
"I think he's got several actually, one of them being a self-righteous complex where he thinks my time should be shared time with him," Harry responded. "If he wasn't with Hermione, I would say he was jealous." He laughed lightly at the idea of being involved with Ron, but the idea didn't seem to mesh in either of their minds. Neville wrapped his arm around Harry's too small waist and pulled him close to his chest.
"How are you feeling?" Neville questioned. "You cried out a few times in your sleep last night."
"I did have one nightmare, but normally they would wake me up. So all things considered, it was a relatively good night for me. I hope I wasn't too much of a nesciences to you last night that I kept you from sleeping," Harry replied. He looked up at Neville with an expression akin to hopefulness crossed with nervousness playing across his delicate features. He placed a light kiss on Harry's lips before speaking once more.
"Don't worry about it. I was watching you for a bit before I feel asleep so don't worry about having woken me up or not," he said. "So- I'm just curious, what does this make us? I mean we are a step up from being just friends but it doesn't sound right to call you my boyfriend."
"Let's worry about the terminology later. I think we'll know when we've fully progressed to that level so how about we just enjoy the process of getting to know each other for a bit?" Neville couldn't help but to agree at the statement that Harry had put forth. Harry headed towards the bathroom first with fresh clothing in hand, leaving Neville, Seamus, and Dean to themselves waiting for a shower to free up.
"Whatever you did last night so the rest of us didn't hear you, we thank you greatly," Seamus said, his accent even heavier while he woke up still. "I just don't need to be knowing what you are doing even though we may be sharing a living space." Dean thankfully smacked the Irishman over the head for him at the statement as Neville was too far away and by far too comfortable under the blankets to move to do it himself. A sudden yell from the bathroom brought all eyes up in rapt attention, wondering what caused the commotion. The three of them moved with amazing speed, though Dean being the fastest reached the door first and pushed through with ease. His hand instantly was brought to his mouth at the sight before him though his broad shoulders blocked the view from the slightly smaller Neville. Ducking underneath, Neville made his way into the hot bathroom and instantly he wished he would have stayed back in the dorm room.
Harry lay beaten and bloody on the ground with only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist while Ron stood in the corner looking rather smug with himself at the moment. Neville moved forward and gathered the limp body into his arms while Seamus and Dean grabbed Ron who didn't even struggle against their grasp. Harry moaned at being moved which caused Neville's heart to wrench slightly at the sound but he knew that if he didn't get to the hospital wing, Harry would definitely be worse off than wounds being rubbed the wrong way on the way there.
"We'll go see Professor McGonagall while you get him to the infirmary, eh?" Seamus stated. Neville was sure that Dean would have offered up a biting retort at the over obvious statement but as the moment was more focused on the battered boy in Neville's arms rather than much else, he let it go through Harry may appreciate it late he was patched back up once again.
"What did he think he was doing trying to do that? Like someone couldn't figure out who did it even though the why might be a little more difficult to decipher," Dean muttered as he walked out the portrait hole. "What an idiot, honestly." Neville's legs seemed to move at a lightning pace despite the extra weight he held in his arms, arriving after pushing several younger students in an effort to move faster.
"All I know was that he was attacked in the bathroom before he could get his shower," Neville breathed out in desperation. "You've got to fix him." The healer worked on her patient without question, running all sorts of spells up and down on Harry. She pulled her head back up from her work with a grim expression gracing her otherwise normally peaceful demeanor.
"I think it would be wise to await for the headmistress to arrive before I say anything. But out of curiosity, do you know if he has been involved with anyone recently?" she asked Neville. He shook his head in confusion, willing her in his head to say something to ease his spinning head. "You are friends with him, aren't you? Good, because I think he is going to be in need of a few good friends soon once I give him the news."