ButterMellow

ButterMellow

Part 2 Hikinige

Author: Chibi Ron Weasley

Pairing: Ron+Harry

Rating: G

Notes: Bored out of my mind in study halls.....gwaaar....upset Ron, cursing garden gnome, unconcious Harry.....etc etc....
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It was true. Ron didn't want to believe it at first. He had realized it one night while he was lying awake in his Gryffindor four-poster. He was in love. With his best friend. Who just also happened to be another boy. He had slammed his pillow over his head to muffle his pathetic sobs. How could this have happened? What would people think of him? More importantly, what would Harry think of him? This thought caused him to rack his body with sobs. Harry would hate him. If he ever found out, he would want nothing to do with him anymore. Ron sank down into his bed sheets. What chance did he have with Harry? Him, dirt-poor, un-important, freckle-faced, red-haired Ronald Weasley, with the famous Harry Potter? He had plenty of admirers, regardless if Ron liked him or not. Even his own sister Ginny liked Harry....but then again, Harry had told Ron he was his best friend. Best friend. (Notice the best in there!!) Ron wiped away his tears and smiled.

Obviously, quidditch practice was only a cover-up for inviting Harry over to the empty Burrow. And Ron had gone to a lot of trouble to get everyone else out of the house, and quite frankly, no one even knew he himself had been there alone. He had told his parents that he was going with Fred and George, but never told the twins. So they had no idetherther. All Ron wanted was some alone time with Harry...that was the real reason for inviting him over....the alone time they rarely ever had. This had always frustrated Ron. Whenever he wanted to be around Harry, there was always other people around them as well. But just little everyday things...running an errand down a school hallway.....staying after class....anytime for whatever reason, no matter how long, whenever he was alone with Harry, it was the best feeling in the world. And that was all Ron really wanted.

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The Shooting Star went putt-putting along with Harry seated awkwardly on top. They had already been out practicing for nearly an hour, and Harry had been having constant trouble with his broomstick.

'Geez, how can fred and George live with these things?' he thought to himself. Of course, he didn't complain out loud. He knew the Weasleys could only afford so much, and he didn't want to make Ron feel bad. Smiling, Harry made a U-turn in midair. "So, what did you find?"

Ron flew up so he was level with Harry, a semi-embarassed expression on his face. "Uhm..." he mumbled, bringing his hand out from behind his back. In his hand he clutched a squirming, cursing garden gnome. "We'll have to use this, cause Mum and Dad won't care if we k itk it." He held back a snigger.

As a quaffle, the boys had already used a jar of pickles, Mrs. Weasley's vase, and a toilet seat, (Gryffindor, of course!) and had broken all three. Harry cracked a grin as his red-haired friend zoomed in figure 8s, waving the gnome around as if it were a flag. Ron's antics always put a smile on Harry's face. It didn't matter that they were playing such a crappy quidditch game, or even that they were riding majorly crappy broocks,cks, Harry was still having a wonderful time because of his friend.

"Ok, Harry! Go back, waaay back!" yelled Ron, winding his arm for the pitch. And with that, the gnome went sailing through the air, Harry hot in pursuit.

"I got it! I got it! I..ah......" sputtering, his broom stalled, putting a five foot gap between him and his target, which was now doing a nose dive toward the earth. Harry closed his eyes as there was a loud thump. The gnome had splatted into a mudpuddle on the ground. "Oops....guess I missed." Harry stated sarcastically as a string of gnome curses arose from below.

Ron couldn't help it, he busted out laughing. "Ok...second try..." He spiraled toward the ground, catching the miserable, muddy gnome by its leg, and flung it full force arry.rry. This time his aim was true. Harry dived down, catching the gnome in his hands.

"Score!!!....ah, OOW!!" Looking down, Harry saw that the gnome had a firm grip on his hand with its teeth. And damn it hurt too! "Get offa me!' Harry yelled, shaking his arm wildly to dislodge the offending gnome.

"Wait, Harry, thats not the way too--"

"Stupid, bloody, OW, ah--GET OFF!!" With his last swing, Harry sent the gnome careening clear over the roof onto the other side of the house. There was a loud crash of it colliding with something, and suddenly Harry felt very guilty. He had probably broken something.

"Oi, that didn't sound too good..." said Ron, starting his broom toward where the crash had come from, but harry held out his arm.

"No, Ron, I'll go check what I did. If I broke anything, I promise I'll fix it! Just stay there, I'll be right ." H." His voice trailed off as he flew to the other side of the house. With a sigh, Ron decended and touched down on the ground. he leaned against a tree and smiled in the direction Harry had taken off in. "Such a good heart..."
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Harry circled the front of the house on broomstick, searching for any kind of destruction. There really didn't seem to be anything wrong that he could see. Confused, Harry squinted harder at the ground. He was going to feel terrible if he had broken something of the Weasleys'...he shut his eyes and hovered in midair. What would Ron think of him, going around breaking his things? Harry expelled the thoughts from his mind. Ron was a good-hearted, forgiving soul, and thats why harry liked him so much.

When Ron had invited Harry over, he had been thrilled, but when he had found out that they would both be there by themselves, well, that was just the icing on the cake! Still hovering motionless int he air, Harry let the thought enter his mind again. He had thought about how this alone time had been an excellent opportunity to tell him, if he could just follow through with it. It was something that had been eating away at him, lurking in the back of his mind...and he had decided that the best thing to do would be to discuss it with Ron. But he was so nervous. Thats why he planned to bring it up during something lighthearted and casual...quidditch.

Harry sighed. If he could hurry up and find where the stupid gnome had landed, he could be back on his way, and waiting for that right time. He dropped altitude on his broomstick, and squinted at the ground, in search of a gnome head, arm, ass, something broken, anything...But the front of the house was just the way it had been when he first arrived. Frowning, Harry took off his glasses, cleaning them off with the hem of his shirt. Maybe he just wasn't seeing things right...and there was a high-pitched screeching noise in his ears. Harry shook his head roughly. Yes, it was a steady screeching. Blinking, he noticed it seemed to be growing louder. Wait a minute...the noise wasn't inside his head, it was coming from above him! Harry turned quickly and looked up. "E "E....ERROL---!!!?"

CRASH!!! Too late! In that split second, the old tawny owl collided with Harry at mach speed, knocking him from his broom. This didn't slow the Gryffindor seeker's reaction time, though. He swung his right arm up, grasping the broom handle, but his hand slipped and he fell through the open bathroom window with Errol. Just his luck. With a startled cry, the poor boy landed on the linen rack, tipping it over, hurling him into the inground tub. His head slammed into the faucet, turning it on, and knocking him out.

"Unng...." he moaned as he lost conciousness.

~End of Part 2~

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