ButterMellow

ButterMellow

Part 3 Hakyoku
Author: Chibi Ron Weasley
Pairing: Ron+Harry
Rating: PG
Notes: Thankyou for reviewing! Please continue so i can post more! ^_^

Damn, this is what drinking too much strawberry milk and eating too much cheetos will do to ya.....hmm...anyway, daydreaming Ron, owl and toilet abuse...heh...

I do not own Ron, Harry, Errol, etc....even though it would be nice...

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\"Harry....I....\"

Harry gently brushed his hand across Ron\'s cheek. \"Shh...it\'s ok....it\'s ok, Ron...I--\" Harry paused, and took Ron\'s hand in his own. Startled, Ron\'s face blushed a rosy shade of pink as he looked at Harry. \"Ron....I love you too.\"

At this, the other boy\'s eyes began to fill up with tears. \"Oh Harry....\"

Harry pulled Ron into an assuring embrace. \"I was afraid to tell you, too....\" he whispered. Gently, he ran his hand along Ron\'s cheek, tilting his head up the slighest bit. \"Ron, I love you so much....\" He closed his eyes as their lips met.

\"Mmmmn...Harry...\" Ron mumbled. He opened his eyes. He was out half sitting next to the tree in the backyard. The wheels began turning in his head as he realized he had been dreaming...his spirit fell. That was a good dream too...too bad it wasn\'t real, he thought to himself. His ears tinged pink as he remembered kissing Harry in hisream...Harry...Harry!? Suddenly it popped back nto his mind. Where was Harry? He must have dozed off 15 minutes ago, and he still wasn\'t back yet. Ron picked himself up off the ground and trotted across his yard, to the front of his house.

\"Harry?\" He called. No answer. Puzzled, he began searching around the front door. Nothing even seemed to be out of place. He started toward the right side of the house when tripped over something. \"Ow! What the bloody hell--\" It was Harry\'s broomstick, lying un-manned on the ground as if it had fallen out of the sky. Ron felt a sudden wave of panic. Had something happened to Harry? Where was he!? Ron ran around the house 8 times frantically calling his name, only to get no answer. \"Harry!? Where are you!? Please answer me!!!!\" His voice was desperate. It wasn\'t like Harry to play a stupid hide-and-seek prank on Ron. He kicked open the back door and began sprinting through the house. He wasn\'t in the kitchen, or the living room. He checked his room, Fred and George\'s room, his parent\'s room...he wasn\'t anywhere!

\"Harry, this isn\'t funny, where are you....\" Ron choked out. He was nearly in tears from worry. He trudged down the hall, stopping at the bathroom door. Harry probably wouldn\'t be in there unless he\'de had something spicy the night before, he thought to himself, slumping against the wall. Ron sighed in frustration. He needed to calm down, and think things out rationally, and stop running around the house like a madman. Groaning, he closed his eyes, leaning with his back towards the wall in complete silence.

Water...running water. His mind had been so occupied that he hadn\'t even noticed the sound of running water until now. As Ron listened, he noticed that it was coming from the bathroom. He hurridly fumbled with the door knob, and swung the door open.

\"HARRY!!\"

There was harry, lying unconcious in his bathtub. The water was nearly up to the brim. The scene took a moment to register in Ron\'s shocked mind before he was able to comprehend what he saw, before he ran over to help his friend.

\"Harry!!! Oh god, what happened?! Please be ok!!\" He clumsily stumbled into the filled tub, completely forgetting the fact that he was fully clothed, to check Harry. he was breathing...thank god, and his heart was beating. Ron let out a sigh of relief, and thanked his lucky stars that Harry was in a position that brought his head above water. After all, he didn\'t know how long harry had been left like that...he could have drowned. That terrible feeling was beginning to creep into the pit of his stomach again, spreading through bod body like snake venom. The boy he loved so dearly was hurt and he didn\'t even know it. Guiltily, Ron slipped a caring hand behind Harry\'s head and moved him up into a sitting position.

\"Harry, I\'m so sorry...\"he said, supporting his friend. Ron\'s hand had felt a small bump on the back of Harry\'s head. \"That must\'ve been what happened...he had been knocked out...\" Ron decided. he craned his neck to try and spot the cause of harry\'s mishap....Falling objects? Anything? He didn\'t know Harry to be very clumsy. Then a semi-geezer sounding hoot floated up from across the bathroom. Ron blinked at the Weasley family\'s old fogey owl, perched atop the toilet.

\"Errol??\"

The creature hooted drunkly again, dropping Harry\'s glasses from its beak, and the expression on Ron\'s face changed from worry to the pissed off Weasley glare of death.

\"ERROOOOOLL....\" Ron repeated, his pale eyes flashing ominously as they followed the trail of destruction...open window...stupid owl sitting on toilet...knocked over linen rack....unconcious Harry in bathtub.

\"You pegged Harry in the head, didn\'t you!?\" He growled menacingly. The owl gave a hoot of terror and fell into the toilet bowl. Angrily, Ron half climbed out of the tub and snatched Harry\'s glasses from atop the toilet. \"Stupid bird..\" he added, cuffing it sharply over the head. It gave a burbled hoot from within the crapper.
\"You\'re lucky I don\'t cram you into the U-bend. That\'s the fifth person you\'ve dive bombed this week...and it HAD to be Harry! HARRY! It had to be the person I love--!!\" Ron immediately clapped a hand over his mouth. How could he be so hopelessly stupid as to let that slip out? Even more flustered than before, he had resumed screaming pointlessly at the owl. \"You stupid, you RETARDED---\"

\"Ung.....\" moaned a faint voice from behind him. Ron let the owl he was strangling drop back into the toilet bowl.

\"Harry?\" Smiling, he splashed back through the tub water to his friend. \"Harry, you alright now?\"

Harry rubbed his head ruefully. \"Oww...ung...wha...what happened?....Why am I all wet...\" Harry blinked around him, his eyes widening. \"Why am I in the BATHTUB with you!?\"

\"Ung...!!!\" Ron blushed. He had been so worried that he had gotten so close as to almost being in missionary position with Harry. He immediately responded with a strange choking noise, and stumbled backwards, landing on his rump in the tub. \"I...um..uhh....Broomstick!...Uhh, window, toilet, OWL!!!\" he screamed, pointing an accusing finger at the toilet. A cross-eyed owl head popped out of it and hooted. Now Harry was just giving Ron the strangest look ever.

\"I....Urg...Harry, I was WORRIED!!\" Ron finally choked out, flustered, \"You were UNCONCIOUS and I...I just wanted to make sure you were ok...\" he finished, looking dat tat the water.

\"Oh...\" Harry replied, \"Ok.\" He was looking down as well. The tone of his voice made Ron feel uneasy...had he hear what he had accidentally said while yelling at Errol? Shaking his head, he told himself that he was only being paranoid, and smiled.

\"Oh well. At least everythings alright.\" Ron stood up, about to get out of the bathtub. \"Your\'e soaked, Harry. I\'m going to get us some towels.\"

\"Ron...\"

\"Yeah, Harry?\"

Harry glanced up. He didn\'t know if he should say it or not.
\"I heard what you said.\"

~End of Part 3~