ButterMellow

ButterMellow

Part 1: A Visit to the Burrow

Author: Chibi Ron Weasley

Pairing: Ron+Harry

Rating: PG

Notes: Tadaaaa!!! This is my very first HP Fanfic ever....and I\'ve always adored Ron and Harry....they would make the cutest couple!! So nevertheless....I came up with this thing here. Hope you enjoy my fantasys as much as I do when I\'m bored in school! (P.S.....there may be grammatical errors....probably spelling errors too...if so, please tell me! This is one of my earlier fics that I had finally copied out of my school planner, so if any of it sounds a bit primitive, gomen nasi!! ^__^;;) The recent parts start with chapter 6. P.S.S....As much as I\'de like to, I dont own any of these characters....

Also...I was kicked off FF.net for this fic...;_; so be patient...it gets NC-17.
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-=Prologue=-

The red-haired boy stood outside in the grass, the gentle summer breeze playing across his face. Although the weather outside was pleasant and cheerful, the expression he wore upon his face reflected quite the opposite. His bearing seemed that of someone who was deep in pensive thought, an important but difficult decision at hand.

In his shaking hand, he clutched a tidy little note, everything about it neat excluding the messy handwriting. It hovered indecisively above an envelope, with \"Harry\" hastily scrawled across the front. Ron slipped the note carefully into the pristine envelope and sealed it, his mind seemingly set on the decision he had made, although his eyes still mirrored his internal debate.

Why was this so hard? It had never been before...he stared at the already sealed letter, annoyed with himself. It was because things were different now, and Ron knew they wouldn\'t be going back to the way thad had been anytime soon....and all because he--Ron shook his head roughly, cursing himself. It was all his fault, not Harry\'s. They had been best friends forever, and he wanted to continue being best friends...he wouldn\'t let his stupid feelings ruin it. But ever since he had realized....we wasn\'t able to act the same around him...tense, nervous, and.....he wanted Harry to know, but it would ruin everything.
Ron sighed in exasperation, and whistled for Pigwidgeon. He\'de made his decision, although he\'de probably regret it later, but if he didn\'t do it now, he would probably regret THAT later too.

\"Hate myself...\" Ron mumbled hopelessly to himself, as he tied the letter to the small owl\'s leg. He gazed longinly out over the mountains, to the horizon, his face determind. \"\'Kay....this isnt going to be anything else....I just wanna hang out. Thats all...Just like old times....\" he continued mumbling methodically to himself, tying and re-tying the knot tighter around the squirming owl\'s leg, \"I finally got my whole family out of the house. I just want some alone time...He\'s never gonna know the difference. I\'m going to be perfectly casual....yeah. Probably play quidditch or something....\" his voice became softer, suddenly with an involuntary deperate undertone. \"...Harry...I just want to be around you...please come over...and please dont let me make an ass of myself....\"

All the while Pigwidgeon was hooting madly. Ron stared and finally realized his leg was turning purple. Embarrassingly, he loosened the string that held the letter, as he held the small owl into the air. \"Please take this to Harry.\" He said to the owl. With an affectionate nip on the finger, Pigwidgeon leapt off Ron\'s arm, and took flight off toward the sunset, Ron\'s wary gaze following after him.
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The next day, Ron was laying face down on his bed when the small owl had returned, pegging him in the head like a speeding bullet. Annoyed at first, he picked up the owl, and unfolded the letter it held in its claws, and upon seeing the signature, all traces of annoyance had melted away. Eagerly, he had unfolded the note.

Dear Ron,

I would love to stay at your house! You know I always have alot of fun when I come to stay with you, so don\'t worry about it. I\'m quite bored as is right now anyway, I was really hoping you\'de invite me up sometime.

Thanks, and see you soon!
~Harry

Smiling, Ron yanked the quill off of his desk and grabbed the nearest piece of parchment, scribbling an answer down as if there were no tomorrow.

Alright Harry, so it\'s ok then? I\'ll see you tomorrow morning!

~Love Ro--

Blushing, he quickly fixed his embarrassing error.

~FROM Ron

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~A Visit to the Burrow~

Harry stood outside gazing up at the burrow when the familiar flaming-haired boy popped back out of the front door. \"Come on in, Harry! It\'s all clear!\" A wide grin plastered across his face, Harry bounded throught he door into his friend\'s home. He was greeted with many of the familiar sights he had seen on previous visits to the Weasley household; pots and pans automatically washing themselves in the sink, brooms sweeping the floors, and a feather duster slowly gliding over the clutter and shelves. Harry shifted his gaze from these amazing sights back onto his friend, whom he noticed was beginning to blush a rosy shade of pink.

\"Urm.....it....it\'s kind of messy, we haven\'t been able to clean much up lately and...uh...\" Ron\'s gaze flickered briefly from the floor to Harry\'s face, \"I tried to straighten things up a bit before you came, but...\"

\"Ron...\" Harry interupted, \"It\'s fine. I always love comoverover to your house. I think it\'s brilliant,\" he added with a warm smile, that made Ron go pink in the ears. He just nodded and smiled back. Harry was such a good friend....so accepting....and so caring. Ron admired Harry in almost every way...and he wished.....he wished that Harry....

\"Hey, Ron!\"

Blinking, Ron snapped out of his stupor. Embarrassed, he noticed he had been blankly staring at the spot on the floor that Harry\'s feet had already moved from. Harry now stood over by the Weasley\'s old grandfather clock. This clock, of course, isn\'t like most regular clocks that tell time. This one told the current positions of the residents of the Weasley household. Harry had noticed that a new little hand had appeared, labeled \'Harry Potter\', and had moved up to the notch marked \'home\' along with the hand labeled \'Ronald Weasley\'. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, as well as Ginny, pointed to business trip. Fred and George seemed to be away at a friends house according to the clock......and according to the clock, Harry and Ron seemed to be the only two at home.

Harry glanced at the clock\'s face once more. \"Ron, where are your parents?\"

\"Oh. They had to go away on business. Urgent message from the Ministry of Magic. Seems bewitched toilets have been shooting nasty stuff at anyone who tried to use them, some 5 hours north of here. Dad\'s gonna stay up there in a motel over the weekend to work the whole thing out, so Mom and Ginny wanted to go with him,\" Ron said. \"Fred and George didn\'t feel like sticking around, so they went to go stay with Lee Jordan for the weekend. I was suppose to go with them, but when I thought about the fact tI\'dI\'de have the entire house to myself...\" Ron grinned, \"I thought it would be wicked if we could just hang out here! We can do whatever we want!\"

Harry grinned right back at Ron. A silent message was passed between them, already knowing what the other was thinking. \"Quiddich practiiiice!!\"

Within seconds the two boys were making a mad dash towards Fred and George\'s room to steal their quiddich brooms. With nobody else home, and no parents around, there was no one there to tell them not to practice around the house. Harry and Ron sat down in front of the closet and began to search among the mess to find the brooms. After they got past the explosives, stink bombs, a Gryffindor toilet seat, and 50 tons of other things from the joke shop, they found the two Shooting Stars. Ok....so they were crappy, but it was better than nothing, and Harry had been itching to get back in the air ever since the end of last semester. Ron could tell by that eager sparkle in Harry\'s eyes. It was so adorable, Ron just had to smile. He leaned over in the closet to drag the brooms out of the mess.

\"Oh, here Ron, let me help you.\" Harry was his usual caring self, always willing to lend a helping hand. He slid his lithe frame through an opening in the tightly packed closet to help his friend.
Ron jumped as he felt Harry\'s body gently brush along his side in the darkness, and swallowed thickly. It was so dark.....there was so little room....and they were so close. SO close. The familiar hot feeling began to creep back into Ron\'s face. He brought one hand up to his cheek, and felt it was red hot. He must have been blushing fire truck red. He glanced back over at the dark outline of Harry. He must have been leaning over a pile of junk, because it was slightly pushing his shirt up, exposing his soft side, which was lightly brushing against Ron\'s arm as he moved. He closed his eyes. This was too much....he felt a trickle of blood run out of his nose, and quickly pulled a tissue out of his pocket, stuffing it hastily up his ailing nostril. As he cursed himself, Ron heard a faint clatter. He looked over to Harry, who wobbled as the pile underneath him gave away.

\"Oi, Harry!\" Ron grabbed the suprised Harry around his waist, preventing him from toppling headlong into a box of stinkbombs.

Harry sighed with relief. \"Thanks, Ron.\"

\"No problem.\" He replied. He closed his eyes and smiled. He was holding Harry around his waist where his shirt had been pulled up. Ron moved his hand gently over Harry\'s soft stomach, pulling him into a longing embrace.\'His skin is so soft and warm....I can feel his heart beating...\' Ron allowed himself to cuddle closer to Harry, so he felt the other boy\'s sorf dark hair against his cheek. Harry\'s hair smelled so good....(I wonder what shampoo he uses?) Ron took a deep breath, inhailing Harry\'s scent....he was so intoxicating....

\"Mmmn.....Harry...\"

\"Ummm.....yes, Ron?\"

\".........\"

\".......???\"

\".......................\"

\".......Uh....Ron....\"

\"....................................\"

\"Ron, uh, I\'m ok now. You can let go of me.\"

Ron suddenly snapped his eyes open. \'Oh my god.....What am I doing?!\' A sudden wash of guilt poured over him as he suddenly became aware of what he was doing. Quickly, he let go of Harry, taking one of the brooms out of his hands, and embarassingly trudged out of the closet with his friend.

As they walked out to the back yard, Ron kept casting awkward glances as Harry. He didn\'t know. He still didn\'t know. Ron had explained his bloody nose to Harry by telling him he bumped into something in the closet, and when he had cought Harry, he had gotten dizzy and had to stay in that position for a while. Oh well...it seemed to have worked....He glanced at Harry again and sighed. Probably the only thing on his mind was quidditch. He hadn\'t even noticed...which was good....well, maybe not....Ron\'s unhappy gaze fell. Even he was getting confused with his emotions....but a part of him...really, sincerely wanted Harry to know....

\"Harry.....I could never be yours, could I...\" he whispered to the ground.

\"D\'you say something, Ron?\"

Ron kept his eyes on the ground. \"No...I didn\'t say anything.\"

~End of Part 1~