Have I scared you off yet? Come on...I dare you to read! LOL Does their interaction sound a little odd, but maybe a little sweet at the same time? Read what Ron has to say...
Ron's POV
I didn't regret the kiss the next day. If it hadn't been for the alcohol, I never would have had the nerve. And what he was telling me about his experiences made me very curious.
Curious. That's what it started out as. I don't consider myself gay or bi; still don't actually. But we'd grown closer over the summer and the best part was he didn't treat me like a child. My parents still did and Hermione thought I was a dumb jock, to a point, but I'm not. I'm smart, just not as quick about things as her or Harry. And I would rather play Quidditch, but that's not all bad, you know? There are worse things.
He treated me like an adult…like a friend. It made me feel good. And I loved the fact he didn't try to sugarcoat everything. He answered my questions straight up.
I remember shaking my head when I walked back to my room, hoping that he wasn't offended at what I'd done. The next morning, I didn't have a whole lot to say, but when our eyes met across the breakfast table, I knew all was well and I felt better. His certain gaze showed me all I needed to know.
Ironically enough, we didn't seek each other out or try to be alone to discuss the kiss. Hermione and I still tried to sneak around, but my behavior towards him and vice versa remained completely unchanged during the day.
That next night, I knocked on his door again. I'd gotten in a row with Hermione and wanted to talk about it. I joined him on his bed, like usual, and we talked for a bit while our eyes shared an unspoken conversation.
I will admit that when I left, I waited in the hall for a few minutes hoping the sliver of light shining out from underneath the door would disappear. When it did, I went back and the door was open. I crept in slowly and silently, though I knew he wasn't asleep, and made my way to the side of his bed. Yeah, I was nervous, but there was something both exciting and comforting about this. It was just a matter of time before my mouth found his again, both of us more confident than the previous night.
He never pushed me. He never spoke. He just responded to me. Granted, we were doing nothing more than snogging, but for the time it was good.
I told you...these bits are short and not heavy with description or conversation. I'm trying a different way to write this story as I think it will tell it better. And another banner is posted on my blog in my profile as well. Please let me know what you think if you take the time to read. Thanks!!