The Love Triangle

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1


Italic are the characters’ thoughts


Moonlight streamed through one of the windows that lead to the Boys Dormitory. Inside the room it was dark and quiet, except for the sound of soft breathing and the occasional rustle of blankets. Standing at the foot of one of the beds, a figure could be seen, digging through a trunk. The person paused every now and then, listening for any sudden movements from the other boys. A clock chimed somewhere in the distance, a quarter til’ ten.


(Harry’s POV)


I gave a frustrated sigh as I continued digging through my trunk. I couldn’t find the Marauder’s Map and to make matters worse I only had fifteen minutes to spare until I had to meet up with Ron.


“Where is it?” I whispered distractedly. I know I packed it . . .


Reaching deeper into my trunk I pulled out a photo album I had received from Hagrid in my first year. As I flipped through the pages, I gave a sigh of relief. There tucked neatly between two pages laid the Marauder’s Map. I vaguely remembered putting it there for safe keeping during the last week of summer. After pocketing the Map, I snatched up my Invisibility Cloak and left the Dormitory.


The Fat Lady stirred as I slipped out of the Common Room, mumbling about students disrupting her sleep. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the Map and my wand.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” I whispered, pointing my wand. The familiar curved lines quickly spread along the piece of parchment, revealing the Marauder’s Map. Once scanning the Map, I was relieved to see that both Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris were lurking by the Library. Satisfied, I slipped the Map back into my robes, threw my cloak over myself, and hurried down to the Main Entrance.


Several minutes later, I stood outside, panting. While I was jogging down the Charms corridor, Peeves had thought it amusing to start throwing vases. So for about five minutes I had struggled through the corridor, trying my hardest to avoid being hit. Afterward I ran nonstop until I had burst through the large double oak doors. Glancing down at my watch I realized I only had a few minutes to get to the Quidditch Pitch. I quickly broke into a run and headed towards the Pitch.


I skidded to a halt in front of the Pitch and stopped as I caught my breath. I looked down at my watch again, ten o’clock exactly. I slipped my cloak back into my robes and walked up to the entrance. I paused as I was about to open the door, for a sudden thought had popped into my head. Why had Ron asked me to meet him at the Pitch, especially at this hour? Whatever Ron had wanted to tell me, he could have told me earlier or at Dinner, right?


What could be so important that he has to tell me when we’re all alone? I thought as I stared at the door. I bit my lip and hesitantly grasped the doorknob again. I’ll never know unless I talk to him… Sighing, I opened the door and walked inside the Pitch.


Moonlight shone from above, illuminating the entire field. I looked around frowning, the stadium was empty. I looked down at my watch, which read five after ten. Ron should be here by now… I thought, looking up at night sky.


“I’m glad you came, Harry,” said a voice.


Startled, I turned around to see Ron closing the entrance door. The door closed with a soft click, I immediately knew it was locked. Ron turned around and gave a nervous smile.


“Ron…” I trailed off, having no idea what to say. He didn’t answer, but took a few steps forward until we were about three feet away from each other.


An awkward silence fell among us as we continued to simply stare at each other, waiting for something to be said. As I studied Ron I began to notice things I hadn’t noted about him before. The way Ron would shift his weight from one foot to another, never staying in the same position for more than a minute. His hand would reach up to brush away the few strands of hair that continuously fell into his face. The way the moonlight would light up his clear blue eyes, making them even brighter than usual. Ron’s face was illuminated making him appear like an angel.


He looks so cute, I thought absentmindedly. I quickly shook my head. W-wait did I just say Ron was cute? I immediately felt heat begin to rush into my cheeks. Why did I even think that? Ron’s my best friend, my best male friend too! Besides, I don’t even like him more than a friend…Right? I bit my lower lip as I silently debated this. Of course I don’t! I mean, Ron’s funny and he’s really nice too; but I don’t like him like that. Why would I…


“Harry?”


I blinked and looked to find Ron standing a mere foot away from me, his face carrying a worried expression.


“Are you okay?” Ron asked as he got closer. “You looked kinda dazed for a second,”


“N-no, that’s okay. I feel fine,” I replied, blushing furiously. Why am I still blushing? I shouldn’t even be feeling this nervous!


The familiar silence slowly began descend again.


“Um… So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked, hoping to start a conversation.


Ron blinked in surprise. “Uh…Well I…” he seemed to struggle for words. He paused before taking a deep breath. “Har, you know we’ve been best mates for a long time, right?”


“Yeah,” I replied. About seven years is a pretty long time, I suppose.


“So, you’d still be my friend even if I told you something that might offend you?”


“Of course we would! Why wouldn’t we?” I looked at him, startled. We’ve been through so much these past years. We’ve always been able to depend on each no matter what the situation. Why would this be any different?

“It’s just that…” Ron sighed and shook his head.


“What is it?” I asked, worried.


He shook his head again. “Nothing. It’s just something stupid. I-I shouldn’t have bothered you like this.”


“Ron, you can tell me,” I protested as he turned to leave. He ignored my comment and continued to walk towards the door. “Ron, wait!” I shouted and hurried after him.


“Ron!” I shouted again. He stopped at this, but didn’t turn around. I reached up and lightly touched his shoulder. “Please…just tell me what it is.”


Ron turned and looked at me, his face emotionless. “You really want to know?” he asked quietly.


“Yes,” I softly replied. What on earth could be bothering him this much?


He hesitated for a moment, before he sighed. “All right, I’ll tell you,” Ron was silent for a second, his eyes avoiding mine as he stared at the ground.


“Ron?”


He slowly lifted his gaze, and our eyes met. His eyes, I realized, bore an expression I had never seen before.


.”Harry,” he began. “I…I really like you.”


“W-what?” I said, stunned. Ron likes…He likes me? But I thought…I thought he liked Hermione! After first year, it had been quiet obvious that Ron fancied Hermione and vice-versa. Ron had never shown interest in guys anyway, so why the sudden change? “But what about Hermione! I thought you…”


Ron shook his head, smiling slightly. “I never liked Hermione, Harry,”


“You never…Then why didn’t you say anything before?” I asked, bewildered by the new information.


“I wasn’t sure how everyone was going to react, that’s why I never said anything.” Ron replied. “I would have told you before but…”


“How long?” I interrupted.


Ron looked at me, confused. “Sorry?”


“How long have you…you know, liked me?”


His face broke into a smile. “Since fourth year, after I found out that I’d be the thing you’d sorely miss. I’ve never forgotten that.”


I felt my breath hitch in my throat. “Ron…”


“Harry, I know that you don’t feel the way I do. But, I just thought you should know, that way, I wouldn’t feel guilty for not telling you in the first place.” Ron’s smile began to fade. “But, if your disgusted by it, then that’s okay too. I’m not forcing you to agree with me.”


“I’m not disgusted, Ron.” I said quietly.


He looked at me again, looking uncertain, “You’re not?”


I shook my head, “No. It doesn’t bother me, we’re still friends.”


I saw pained expression flash through Ron’s eyes; before he shook his head smiled gratefully, “Thank you, for accepting me…You’re a true friend.”


I smiled back. He must be so happy, I thought watching Ron’s smile. It must have taken him a lot of courage to tell me that. But, I’m glad he did, otherwise, I never would’ve known and there still might’ve been tension between us… I faintly heard Ron ask me something. I nodded absentmindedly, still lost in my own thoughts.


I suddenly felt a pair of lips softly press against mine. They were Ron’s lips; I quickly realized and tried to pull away. I was surprised by the fact that I couldn’t move nor breakaway. A second later, Ron gently pulled away and smiled.


“I’ll see you tomorrow, Harry,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. He turned and left the Pitch.


I slowly raised a hand to my lips as I watched him disappear through the entrance door. Ron kissed me? I felt my heart skip a beat. B-but I don’t like him, not in that way at least. I frowned. If I didn’t like Ron, then why was I feeling this way? Why then, hadn’t I pulled away when he kissed me?


I shook my head. No, I couldn’t possibly like him. He was after all, my best friend. I sighed at this; if didn’t like him, then why did I let him kiss me? Why hadn’t I pulled away and told him that I didn’t feel the same way about him?


My eyes wandered over the empty stands as I pondered this. I finally came to a conclusion. I hadn’t pulled away because I enjoyed it. I liked it… I silently realized as I turned my gaze upon the night sky. I liked it when he kissed me. I like him too. I slipped my cloak on and left the Pitch. I like Ron… I thought as I made my way back to Gryffindor Tower.


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Okay! Here’s chapter two! I’d like to thank all the wonderful people who’ve read and reviewed my fic so far. I’d also like to thank my beta, Gretchy Stretchy. I’m very surprised; I honestly didn’t think anyone was going to like it. I’m so sorry I’ve taken so long with updating! I had Writer’s Block for a while and school has been really hectic over the past months. I’ll start on chapter three as soon as I can. Please remember to R&R!


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