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Title: This Love Chapter One
Rating: PG 13
Warnings:
Me and my friend wrote this. I hope you like it. Chapter two will be up in about a week or so.
Harry Potter was not the boy, well man, everyone thought he was. He had a secret. A huge secret. Harry Potter was in love.
Well, taking about love really did confuse and scare Harry. whenever he'd pass by the 'lover's lane' (two corridors down the left then take a right at Poor Man's Portrait) he'd feel queasy just watching guys with girls and girls with guys and, well. He just wasn't sure what to do! He had been planning to ask Madam Pomrfrey about this girl-snogging-queasiness but he's too embarrassed. Especially after he heard about the rumors of Snape being queer. At night, he'd imagine Severus naked with another man... but no! that was just plain wrong! Harry Potter did not fancy Snape! He happens to like a girl. yes, folks, a girl. He's not sure which one yet but he's sure that it is in fact a girl. Well, he hopes anyway...
That was the problem. He hoped, but he wasn't sure. He liked when he kissed Cho, but he didn't feel anything other than that. Whenever he thought of snogging someone, the first person he thought of was his best friend. Not Hermione, not Ginny. But Ron. he tried to shake the feeling out of his head. It's just cause' he's my best mate, he always told himself. But was that it? He didn't understand why he was feeling that way. Why everytime him and Ron touched he felt cold shivers go up his spine, and well, someweare else. So one night, laying in bed thinking about it, a thought came to him. Mabey he did like Ron in another way besides as a friend. But what if Ron didn't feel the same? What if Ron shunned him and never wanted to talk to him again if Harry told him? But Harry decided that it was worth the chance. He got up and walked over to Ron's bed. He shook Ron's shoulders. "Mmmmmm whatisit?" Ron asked groggily.
"Ron, there is something I need to tell you."
Ron rolled over and looked at Harry confused, wide-eyed. Like that of a five-year-old.
"Harry?"
Harry stared back at him with big, glassy eyes. His stomach was burning, the butterflies just evolved into eagles flapping their 30 feet wings inside of him. 'what am i doing, what am i doing, what am i doing...' repeatedly ran through his mind.
"Ron."
He gulped, as quiet as possible of course. he couldn't help but stare at the bits of skin showing as ron's pyjama ton was partially unbottoned, and was too small for him anyway.
"mmm, what?"
Ron was looking right at him. Into him. He was shaking inside. his internal organs were bursting with embarrasment.
"Ron, I..."
He started with a skip of a heart beat...
"No, no, harry, it's okay. I know what you're gonna say." Ron whispered his face growing serious.
Harry's heart pounded, "...wha... what?"
"Harry, there comes a time in a man's life where he just... has to choose." Ron said softly, as a father would. He seemed so old and wise.
Harry was scared--it wasn't his choice to be this way--it wasn't his choice to want Ron...
"Ron, I... I'm really sorry about this..." Harry started to explain. As if he got caught after breaking mom's vase.
Ron looked up at harry, then closing his eyes with a big sigh, "Harry, no, really, it's okay. I really don't mind. Just... Ginny is my sister. I just want her to be in good hands. I trust you harry. If you love her, as a big brother, there's not really much i can do about it, eh?"
Harry froze.
"What?" Harry asked astonished.
"I see you looking at her. Harry, your my best mate! I trust you completly. Just don't hurt her okay?"
"No...Ron... you have got it all wrong."
"What do ya mean?" Ron asked tilting his head to the side. Harry got a glimps(sp?) of his neck and gulped.
"Ron, you are my best mate. We have been together through everything and just..." it was too much. Tears started streaming down Harry's face. He turned around so Ron couldn't see.
"Harry, mate, what's the matter?" Ron asked concerned, getting up to turn Harry around. "Why are you crying? You're not leaving are you?! Harry you can't we need you here..."
"No, Ron. I'm not leaving."
"Then what the bloody hell is it? Come on you can tell me anything."
"Ron, this was a mistake. I better get back to bed..." Harry said as he turned to leave.
"NO Harry. There is something wrong and I can tell it's hurting you and I can't stand seeing you hurt. Now. Tell. Me."
"IloveyouRon."
"What?"
"I. Love. You."
"Me?"
"Damn it Ron yes you-" and he started crying again.
Ron walked slowly up to him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because... beacause... because I knew you would hate me and never want to talk to me and never want to look at me and you will regret you were ever friends with me-"
"No." Ron turned Harry around to look at him. Tears poured out of the emerald green eyes. "I could never hate you. And you should have told me sooner cos I feel the same way and I almost gave up on you."
"What?" Harry asked shocked. "You-you feel the same way?"
"I always have." and Ron cupped his hand around Harry's chin and pulled his face so it was half an inch away from his own. "I love you, Harry Potter." and he touched his lips to Harry's closing the gap between them. It was a soft kiss, but filled with the love and compassion a person bearly ever felt in a lifetime. Ron pulled away from the kiss to look into Harry's eyes. "And I always will." and he pulled Harry into his arms, and held him there for what seemed forever, untill Harry fell asleep right there in his arms. Ron gently layed his lover on his bed and climbed in after pulling the covers over them both.
Rating: PG 13
Warnings:
Me and my friend wrote this. I hope you like it. Chapter two will be up in about a week or so.
Harry Potter was not the boy, well man, everyone thought he was. He had a secret. A huge secret. Harry Potter was in love.
Well, taking about love really did confuse and scare Harry. whenever he'd pass by the 'lover's lane' (two corridors down the left then take a right at Poor Man's Portrait) he'd feel queasy just watching guys with girls and girls with guys and, well. He just wasn't sure what to do! He had been planning to ask Madam Pomrfrey about this girl-snogging-queasiness but he's too embarrassed. Especially after he heard about the rumors of Snape being queer. At night, he'd imagine Severus naked with another man... but no! that was just plain wrong! Harry Potter did not fancy Snape! He happens to like a girl. yes, folks, a girl. He's not sure which one yet but he's sure that it is in fact a girl. Well, he hopes anyway...
That was the problem. He hoped, but he wasn't sure. He liked when he kissed Cho, but he didn't feel anything other than that. Whenever he thought of snogging someone, the first person he thought of was his best friend. Not Hermione, not Ginny. But Ron. he tried to shake the feeling out of his head. It's just cause' he's my best mate, he always told himself. But was that it? He didn't understand why he was feeling that way. Why everytime him and Ron touched he felt cold shivers go up his spine, and well, someweare else. So one night, laying in bed thinking about it, a thought came to him. Mabey he did like Ron in another way besides as a friend. But what if Ron didn't feel the same? What if Ron shunned him and never wanted to talk to him again if Harry told him? But Harry decided that it was worth the chance. He got up and walked over to Ron's bed. He shook Ron's shoulders. "Mmmmmm whatisit?" Ron asked groggily.
"Ron, there is something I need to tell you."
Ron rolled over and looked at Harry confused, wide-eyed. Like that of a five-year-old.
"Harry?"
Harry stared back at him with big, glassy eyes. His stomach was burning, the butterflies just evolved into eagles flapping their 30 feet wings inside of him. 'what am i doing, what am i doing, what am i doing...' repeatedly ran through his mind.
"Ron."
He gulped, as quiet as possible of course. he couldn't help but stare at the bits of skin showing as ron's pyjama ton was partially unbottoned, and was too small for him anyway.
"mmm, what?"
Ron was looking right at him. Into him. He was shaking inside. his internal organs were bursting with embarrasment.
"Ron, I..."
He started with a skip of a heart beat...
"No, no, harry, it's okay. I know what you're gonna say." Ron whispered his face growing serious.
Harry's heart pounded, "...wha... what?"
"Harry, there comes a time in a man's life where he just... has to choose." Ron said softly, as a father would. He seemed so old and wise.
Harry was scared--it wasn't his choice to be this way--it wasn't his choice to want Ron...
"Ron, I... I'm really sorry about this..." Harry started to explain. As if he got caught after breaking mom's vase.
Ron looked up at harry, then closing his eyes with a big sigh, "Harry, no, really, it's okay. I really don't mind. Just... Ginny is my sister. I just want her to be in good hands. I trust you harry. If you love her, as a big brother, there's not really much i can do about it, eh?"
Harry froze.
"What?" Harry asked astonished.
"I see you looking at her. Harry, your my best mate! I trust you completly. Just don't hurt her okay?"
"No...Ron... you have got it all wrong."
"What do ya mean?" Ron asked tilting his head to the side. Harry got a glimps(sp?) of his neck and gulped.
"Ron, you are my best mate. We have been together through everything and just..." it was too much. Tears started streaming down Harry's face. He turned around so Ron couldn't see.
"Harry, mate, what's the matter?" Ron asked concerned, getting up to turn Harry around. "Why are you crying? You're not leaving are you?! Harry you can't we need you here..."
"No, Ron. I'm not leaving."
"Then what the bloody hell is it? Come on you can tell me anything."
"Ron, this was a mistake. I better get back to bed..." Harry said as he turned to leave.
"NO Harry. There is something wrong and I can tell it's hurting you and I can't stand seeing you hurt. Now. Tell. Me."
"IloveyouRon."
"What?"
"I. Love. You."
"Me?"
"Damn it Ron yes you-" and he started crying again.
Ron walked slowly up to him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because... beacause... because I knew you would hate me and never want to talk to me and never want to look at me and you will regret you were ever friends with me-"
"No." Ron turned Harry around to look at him. Tears poured out of the emerald green eyes. "I could never hate you. And you should have told me sooner cos I feel the same way and I almost gave up on you."
"What?" Harry asked shocked. "You-you feel the same way?"
"I always have." and Ron cupped his hand around Harry's chin and pulled his face so it was half an inch away from his own. "I love you, Harry Potter." and he touched his lips to Harry's closing the gap between them. It was a soft kiss, but filled with the love and compassion a person bearly ever felt in a lifetime. Ron pulled away from the kiss to look into Harry's eyes. "And I always will." and he pulled Harry into his arms, and held him there for what seemed forever, untill Harry fell asleep right there in his arms. Ron gently layed his lover on his bed and climbed in after pulling the covers over them both.