Stay tuned for tomorrow. I wanted to at least put it out there before I wrote an official chapter. It's like one in the morning right now. I need to sleep. That said, I will see you on the flip side. How does this site even work?
I will have a better chapter tomorrow. I promise.
Chapter 2: "What do you like to do for fun?"
Ron talks about his hobbies.
"What do you like to do for fun?"
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were sitting in the common room to read a section of the book that was made for a quiz the next day. This sudden outburst startled Ron slightly. Neither of them knew in that moment, but this was going to be how many of the conversations the two have were going to be like.
" Uh, I....... support the Chuddley Cannons. I read a lot. I draw. I write. I don't know." Ron said shrugging. To Ron, this was a awkward question. He couldn't answer why he found it so awkward but he did. Nobody really asked him before what he liked to do for fun. His twin brothers, Fred and George, made fun of him a lot for being "another Percy" so he didn't usually make such a big deal over any of his hobbies.
There was a long awkward silence.
Harry looked down at the table, trying to find either a response or a follow up question but than his head violently jerked up.
" You like to read?" Harry's gorgeous green eyes grew in disbelief. Ron's heart fell and he stared at Harry. Why was that SO unbelievable?
"Yeah. And write too." Ron replied calmly. There was no need to get mad at him.
"What's your favorite book? What do you like to write? Can I see something you made? You drew too right? An-" Harry cleared his throat and...blushed? Well you could hardly tell but you could see somewhat of a red color around his cheeks. " Sorry, I-I-I .....um......."
Ron tilted his head slightly and smiled. Harry Potter was nothing like he thought he was going to be like. Nervous and shy one minute. Sarcastic and witty the other. Ron pondered why he acted in so many ways but he would always bounce between the two extremes with a hyper and child-like personality that Ron thinks he only reserved for friends.
" Hmm, I guess I really liked Percy Jackson. The first book? The lighting thief or whatever it was called. I forget who wrote it." His dad found out about muggle books a few years ago and had a small crushed ambition to read them all. Which was virtually impossible, even as a wizard. Ron laughed as he remembered the dumpster truck load of books his father brought home. Who even knows how he got them in the first place.
Harry grinned. " You like Percy Jackson?! I loved Percy Jackson!" He jumped up but immediatly sat down embarrassed when he noticed he attracted nearby people to stare. He nervously laughed as he stared down at the table.
"Uh...s-sorry....." He whispered. Ron gave him a sympathetic smile and told him it was fine.
Ron's more arrogant side liked being stared at, but his more sensible side hated being watched. It was like they were waiting for a fuck up to happen.
Ron got up from his seat. " Hey, uh, do you want to go to the dorm? Less people....staring....." Harry nodded. They both picked up their books and left the room.
"Oh, do you want to see my....uh.....stories about Percy Jackson?" Fanfiction, Ron realizes as soon as he said it. It's called fanfiction. He mentally slapped himself for forgetting what was already a cringy enough thing to ask someone to look at. He learned that term from his mother weirdly enough.
"Sure! Didn't you also say that you drew?"
"Yes that has been mentioned like five times."
"Oh, it was like twice maybe. Don't exaggerate."
Ron rolled his eyes but smiled. " Yeah. I actually have a picture of Annabeth I have been meaning to finish."
"Can I see it?" Harry asked smiling with gorgeous green eyes that seemed to inhabit stars.
Ron felt himself go red for some reason as he looked in his friend's eyes. He brushed it off as awkwardness and gave the shorter boy permission to see the picture.
I hope this was not too bad. Out of character maybe but hopefully not bad.
Chapter 3: "So do you have any hobbies?
Harry Potter has hobbies.
"So do you have any hobbies?"
Harry looked up from his potions book.
"You asked me the other day about what I liked to do. But I just realized I never asked you. So...." Ron's ears went red as he shifted his weight on the bed.
" I read a lot. That usually takes up a lot of time. When my aunt and uncle are not home I usually play on Dudley's electronics..."
He trailed off when he saw Ron tilted his head.
" Electronics are like phones." Ron still looked confused.
"It's metal boxes full of electricity that Muggles use. Phones allows you to verbally communicate with other people who are not there. You can also use it to get information or whatever with this thing called internet. It runs out of charge though so you have to plug them to a wall or whatever to get more charge." Ron looked unsure still but he nodded.
"My dad would get a kick out of those." Ron said with a smile. " Why don't you have one?"
"I do. Er, I technically don't. Dudley threw out like 5 phones because he broke them. One of them, I think I used accidental magic on when I was taking out the trash because it worked still. So I decided to use it until it ran out of charge. It never did for some reason? So yeah, I technically have a phone. The Dursleys don't know I have it. I didn't think much of it. I guess I figured it was normal for some reason. 'Oh a phone that's permanently charged? Oh that must be normal! Normal humans must have electric powers they shoot from the bloody finger tips. ' " He said the last sentence mockingly high and laughed when he finished.
"Wow. It must have been pretty shocking to learn the truth." Ron said with a laugh.
"Yeah it was."
" But back to the original question..... anything else you like to do?"
Harry looked at his friend and questioned whether to tell the taller boy another hobby he had. Ron might think it was girly or stupid and decide Harry was weak and tell everyone what a faggot he was just like everyone else he told before and everyone will hate him and then he would die alone with nothing good to his name except for a story about how his parents died trying to save a failure of a son and-
"What's wrong?" Ron's question snapped Harry out of his thoughts. The red-head was now next to him on the bed with both hands on his shoulders. Harry did a breathing exercise he remembered from the school counselor he had a few years back and his breathing became normal again.
"S-sorry. It was stupid. I just get like that sometimes. It's not a big deal. I have no idea what happened there."
"Well....okay......" Ron didn't look convinced. "If you want to talk..... about it... I am here."
Ron let go of his shoulders but didn't move off his bed.
"Um, Ron? If I tell you something I like to do, will you promise not to make fun of me for it?" Ron looked mildly offended by this question.
"Of course not! You didn't make fun of my hobbies. What gives me a right to make fun of yours?" Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. He did have a good point.
" Well, my Aunt Petunia used to be really nice to me. When Dudley was out with friends and
Uncle Vernon was at work, she'd take me to see theatre performances. And she was supportive of this idea until out of nowhere she started being a bitch to me and stopped taking me there. And I watch them on my phone if the Dursleys go on a particularly long trip out. And, well to cut a story short, I like.....musicals."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Ok? Why would I give a shit?"
Harry felt relief flood his body. " You don't care?"
"I'm fine with whatever you like. As long as you don't like murdering people." Harry snorted and blushed.
" I love singing. And music. And musicals are just so passionate about the two. I was actually thinking of writing a musical about my life before I came here. If I did one now, it would have to be a parody or else everyone will think fame went to my head." Ron nodded understandingly.
"I'm not a good singer though so. Uh. Yeah." Ron nodded again.
"Hey, it's whatever you want to do."
Suddenly Harry remembered something Ron said earlier and burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Ron asked.
"S-s-shocking? It was a fucking pun. Merlin's fucking Beard! How did I miss that?" Harry said between laughs. He put his hand to his face and groaned over the stupidity of the pun. He was still laughing though. Ron, excited that his pun was finally got, laughed along with him.
They only stopped when Seamus came into the room and gave them a weird look.
Chapter 4: "Do you like my glasses?"
They discuss Harry's glasses.
"Do you like my glasses?"
Ron shrugged as he stuffed some chicken into his mouth. He didn't particularly care. Glasses were glasses. They did kinda make his eyes brighter which he could not understand why that mattered to him. He had no particular hate for them either way. Although it was weird that it was taped together when they first met. Harry was known for being clumsy, almost giving Neville a run for his money, so Ron just assumed he ran into a wall. It also explained the black eye he had.
"I hate them. I look like a fucking nerd." Harry said bitterly as he moved his food around on the plate.
"You are one though." Harry gave him a friendly push and a smile.
"Why did you pick them out than if you hate them?" Ron asked.
"I was like 5 and they looked better on me at that age. I haven't been to the eye doctor in a while and my vision has not improved. The Dursleys won't let me get new ones with the same prescription. A waste of money I guess." Harry shrugged and Ron swallowed his food.
"Are they reading glasses?" Ron didn't know what other type of glasses existed due to the limited knowledge he has of them. He knew logically there had to be so he had to ask.
Harry looked like he was about to say something sarcastic but than looked thoughtful.
"I have awful vision in general. I think I am licenced as legally blind without them. I can't see anything far away or close up or read. Well I am bad at reading even with glasses on but that's a different problem altogether. That's more in my brain than in my eyes. Well that's a weird way to describe it. It seems like a eye problem but it is the way my brain perceives the words. That's what that teacher told me. Anyway, back on topic, I technically have reading glasses although these in particular don't help me with just reading. I will probably have to talk to my eye doctor and ask him what it would be called. There might not be a name for it though. And-" Harry stopped and blushed(?) when he saw Ron giving him an amused and slightly impressed smirk.
"I could not follow you after you said 'words'. You were talking way too fast." Harry joined Ron's laugh.
"S-sorry. I.....I got carried away t-there." Harry said with a shy smile.
"It's fine. I get what you were saying though. You can't see anything without your glasses."
" I mean all aROUND they are ok. I want to be EYE-dealistic about the situation seeing as I am probably stuck with them forever." Ron tried to keep himself from laughing.
"EYE SEE what you did there. I honestly think you look SPECTAC-ular with glasses." Ron found himself blushing at this statement and prayed to God Harry thought nothing of it. Harry burst out laughing which somehow made more heat rise to his face. It was a nice laugh. Ron laughed along with him.
Neville gave them an odd almost knowing look that Ron did not understand. Ron shrugged it off and the rest of the meal was spent making dumb puns.
Chapter 5: Harry's belated birthday gift from Ron
Ron learns Harry had a birthday a few months ago. Also some mentions of Dursleys abuse.
"Hagrid actually gave your cousin a pig tail?"
Harry nodded as they both chuckled. He was laying on his bed with Ron, telling him about the events leading up to learning he was a wizard. He left many details out and he couldn't understand why he could not tell Ron them. It sounds abusive no matter how he words it. And Harry Potter was not abused. At least that's what he believes.
"That was literally the best birthday I ever had."
"Hey, when is your birthday?" Ron asked curiously.
There was a long silent pause. Quiet enough to hear Scabbers breathing next to the pair.
" So, two months ago?" Ron quietly mumbled.
"Yeah?" Harry got confused. Did this somehow offend him or something?
Ron hummed before getting up, and heading to his own bed.
Maybe he was weirded out or maybe he was tired or maybe he got annoyed, Harry could not tell. All he could do was close his eyes and pretend not to be here anymore. Why was this upsetting him so much? All Ron did was get up. Suddenly a new horrific thought came to him: What if Ron pieced together what the Dursleys did to him? He froze, unable to breathe or move or think. That was until he felt cards fall on him.
"The fuck?" He looked up, staring at Ron's blushing and smiling face.
" I didn't know when your birthday this year was but I thought you would tell me and I made you cards. For some reason I thought it would be during the school year. I don't know. Sorry. I thought maybe it was October. "
"You made me cards?" Harry was touched by this. Someone gave HIM something- no scratch that- MADE him something. Took time out of their day and made him a gift.
Ron let out a sad sigh. " I know it's dumb. I wish I could give you something better."
" No no no no. Thank you for these. You really didn't have to get me anything. I'm used to not getting gifts." When he gets his own house, he's getting them framed.
" I know but you are my friend. And-wait.....they don't get you gifts?" Shit.
"Um....not really. I got a chewed eraser once
for Christmas. I said they're assholes to me. It doesn't matter." Harry shrugged it off and prayed Ron would not question him.
" I know you guys are poor but if they waste money on expensive stuff to Dudley, they should at the very least make sure you get something too." Apparently God doesn't exist.
"We're not poor." Ron's eyes widen. This was not the right thing to say.
" But you said you don't get enough food. That you get hand me downs from Dudley. That you don't get gifts." Harry felt a lump grow in his throat and his body started to shake. He doesn't understand why that shocks Ron. That's normal family stuff, right?
"Look. It's fine." His shaking hand picks up a card. " I-I-I-I wa-want to read the c-cards."
Ron stared at him. The suspicious and almost angry look became replaced with a sympathetic and sad look.
Sighing Ron said, " Ok. But we're not done talking about this." Harry nodded and felt himself calm down, even though he couldn't stop himself from shaking.
All the cards were made of parchment and written in ink.
The first card just said happy birthday with the inside saying he hoped it was good.
The second card had a picture on it. It looked exactly like Hedwig except even more cute, which seems almost impossible to Harry. The inside said, " Owl hope whoo had a good birthday."
Harry playfully scoffed. " You tainted this beautiful owl card with puns."
Ron just gave him a cute smile back.
The next card was just hilarious to Harry.
" I love short people. They're more down to earth." " Don't annoy a midget. They're short tempered."
Harry knew he was probably the shortest kid in the school. Even shorter than Hermione by an inch and Draco by a few millimeters, who were already pretty short. However, Ron.......
"So how's the weather up there?"
"It's okay. How is it down there?"
Shit, that was a good comeback.
"What do you call a attractive tall person? An evaluationary miracle?" Ron gave him a shit-eating grin and batted his eyelashes.
"Are you saying I am attractive?" Ron jokingly asked.
"Yes." His hand flew to his mouth and he blushed. Ron burst out laughing and Harry nervously chuckled. Harry could not think straight enough to come back with a witty response.
Harry picked up the last card.
On the front it said happy birthday. On the inside was a picture of Harry. A cute version of himself, which looked exactly like him except better. Messy big jet black hair, small round glasses hiding light green eyes, and a short skinny body. There was also his scar which was small but still easily recognisable. (He had to fix his hair by pushing his hair back because so many people kept asking to see it. So he figured people would leave him alone if he pushed it up a little so the scar would be shown. Snape thought it was a vanity thing and made fun of him for it until it became a boring insult to Harry rather than an embarrassing one. )
" Wow. I look really...... good." Ron smiled.
"You're actually really fun to draw. Uh.....that sounds weird." Ron rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. Harry laughed telling him it was okay.
He gathered all the cards, going over to his trunk, putting them inside, and coming back to his bed.
" Thank you so much for the cards." Harry said sincerely, grabbing both of Ron's hands and looking him in the eyes. He felt happy honestly. Any gift he gets make him like that.
Ron smiles and his blush deepened.
"N-no problem m-man." He said looking down. They heard a sneeze and they turned around to see a pissed off Neville giving a death glare to Dean, who had looked guilty and disgusted at himself for sneezing. Harry briefly wondered why Neville and Dean looked like that. More important question, how long have they been standing there?
Ron cleared his throat and Harry let go of his hands. Neville looking disappointed and Dean having a look of regretting all of his life choices up to that point.
A long awkward silence happened until a loud and oblivious Seamus came in and started saying something about dicks. Everyone was laughing at this and were now in their own respective beds. Harry barely paid attention as his focus was more on why he liked touching Ron.
Happy birthday Harry!
Chapter 6: "Are you annoyed by my stuttering?"
Ron and Harry talk about anxiety and learning disabilities.
"Are you annoyed by my stuttering?"
Ron finally found Harry sitting on the floor, his back against a wall, hugging his knees. Ron slid right next to him, not knowing what to really say. He didn't go to the dinning hall with everyone else, so Ron left early in the meal to find him.
Harry's voice was incredibly quiet, making Ron feel tingly? He didn't know but it was hard to hear regardless. Harry asked again, lifting his head up this time. His eyes were red....was he crying?
Harry laughed. " Y-you don't h-h-h-h-h-" Ron never heard the end of the sentence because suddenly tears were flowing out of his eyes. It broke his heart to see. "I-I-I-I know it's s-so annoy-oying. And y-you th-think I am s-so du-dumb. I-I ca-can't do anything r-r-right an-an..."
Ron wrapped his arms around him. He knew his week sucked. He knew how much that dick Snape puts him down for being dumb/not even trying, and the insults just got worse this week. That was unfair to say, considering Harry would pull all-nighters just to finish his school work. That was the difference between Harry and most other "smart" kids he knew. He genuinely wants to learn while they only care about how good it makes them look.
"You're not stupid."
"I-I c-can't even speak c-co-correctly."
" A lot of people stutter when they are nervous or excited Harry. There's Neville and Quirrel and Hermione and-" Judging by the look Harry gave him, this was not making him feel better. Ron sighed as Harry wiped his eyes.
"Why do you think that anyway? Snape is an asshole. He doesn't know anything as far as I'm concerned. He knows magic but a lot of people know magic. He can stir a pot and cool shit happens. Good for him. A lot of people can do that. The only thing he knows is how to make kids insecure about their abilities, so that they fail his dumbass class."
Harry smiled but sighed. "Snape's r-r-right though..... I had to b-be in a 'special' program at my school because I was stupid. I h-have learning di-disabilities. I couldn't get properly diagnosed be-because the Dursleys didn't w-want to be seen as b-bad guardians or s-something. That's why I couldn't g-get pills or g-go to therapy. An-anyway, I was t-told I m-might have d-dyslexia and a-anxiety which means I'm overreacting all the t-time and I c-can't r-read. TheyevensaidIMIGHThaveautism orapersonalitydisorderbutheywhynotiamalreadyafreak." Ron could not understand the last part, but he didn't say anything. He was still trying to wrap his head around what Harry just said.
"Yes you can. You can read. You like to read." The anxiety part made sense in his head, so he decided to mention that first.
"Not well. I can read, it's just difficult. And that's why I take so long to read. I have to mentally decode it before I can read it. It also makes my spelling and writing really bad too. All the teachers here know that, because it was in my old school's profile. " Harry's entire body seemed to relax. Explaining this must've calmed him down?
" That......makes him more of a jackass. You....... realize that right? He is using that against you. It's not your fault. Hell, you read the potions book like twice already. I think he's just being unreasonable. You are NOT stupid. Oblivious sometimes. Naive sure. But not stupid."
Harry wiped his eyes again and laughed. "I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm just.......I don't know why I.....it was not even that that bugged me in the first place. It was my stuttering."
"Which is normal. You have anxiety right? And you seem to have a lot of nervous energy. You get really hyper."
"Anxiety sucks ass."
"It does. At least you don't have to wash your hands like you're about to perform surgery." Harry gave Ron an odd look. " I'm poor. I can't afford NOT being clean. Germs. " He shuddered at the thought of being sick.
"You had dirt on your bloody nose the first day I met you. You don't hate germs that much."
"Yeah but it bugs me if my hands aren't clean. Anywhere else is fine but like if my teeth aren't clean or my hands..... I can't even think about it. That is money wasted too. And I hate the idea of becoming a waste of money. I would rather it go to clothes than me." Harry seemed to understand.
"It took me several minutes to get my courage up to ask your family for directions. Even then I apologized for bothering your mom's time. " Ron smiled remembering how shy Harry was talking to her.
" I don't hate talking to people. I'm not shy. But I hate it when people stare at me. Ok, I kinda like it." Harry chuckled at that. "But I feel like they're getting ready to laugh at me for messing up something. It doesn't even matter what it is. I just hate doing stuff in front of people."
Harry gave him a sympathetic smile. " That happens to me too."
There was a quiet moment of understanding between the two.
"What are you guys doing on the floor?" Hermione asked breaking the silence. Why is Hermione always bugging us, Ron wondered to himself.
"Sitting." Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry as Ron snorted.
"Get off the floor."
The two boys groaned but they probably should get off of the floor.
"I got to wash my hands when I get back. Don't let me touch anything I own until after I do that."
Ron got up first and helped Harry to his feet. Than they ignored Hermione until she eventually left them alone when they reached their dorm room.
I wrote this during a flood btw. This is before the trio were friends.
Chapter 7: "Hey, can I get your oppinion on a story idea I had?"
Ron asks Harry's opinion on a story idea he has.
"Hey, can I get your opinion on a story idea I had?"
The two friends were sitting in their dorm. Harry was sitting on the floor doing his charms essay while Ron, who already finished it, was writing on his bed.
"Sure." Harry loved hearing new story ideas Ron had. He would get so passionate about them. Even if it was a fanfiction, he'd get so excited about telling Harry a new idea he had. Everything he wrote fascinated Harry, due to the variety of styles and genres he experimented with.
"Ok! I was thinking of kind of a parody universe about us. It was inspired by a dream I had last night. Anyway there would only be like 5 characters in it? No more like eight. And in it we would all be forced to, no offense to Neville, but we were forced to go to his birthday party. Right? Or we'd be expelled. And nobody wants to be there. Snape's there and he's drunk. Hagrid brought a dead pig. Hermione is Hermione. For some reason we're hanging out with her. And you are there. I'm also there. I am the nicest person there. You want to die probably. Dumbledore jumps out of Neville's cake and sings a fucking song. He's naked too. And it ends with Neville exploding and you feel bad and it ends with everyone eating what's left of Neville. And it ends with Neville's ghost saying some shit like, 'Its what's on the insides that counts.' What do you think?"
Harry blinked several times at the grinning Ron staring down at him before laughing his ass off. "Jesus Christ Ron. That was.....I love it. "
"I'm, weirdly enough, thinking of making it a puppet show? Any thoughts on that?"
The giggling Harry nodded his head. " I like that idea."
Ron hesitated before speaking again. "You are a narcissistic asshole though. Not because I think you are one, but because the idea of you being one is funny to me. Is that ok?"
Harry shrugged. It was a parody after all. Besides, everyone already thinks he is one. What is one parody made by his friend mean in the grand scheme of things? Just another pointless jab at a non-existing character trait he had.
"Oh and there's this other idea I had where you steal Snape's diary. I don't really have a clear idea of what happens yet but-"
"Dean, they have a crush on each other." Neville's voice said loudly as footsteps approached their door.
The door opened. "I know they do. But what can we do about it? They probably don't even realize they're ga-......hey guys what's up? Why are you on the floor?"
"Because I can Dean. Because I can." After he said that he went back to his essay.
Harry didn't pay attention to the guys talking. He didn't hear Ron ask who they were talking about or Neville's stuttering. He heard something about guys but didn't notice Ron blushing and saying that it was not their business if some guy liked another guy. He did hear Ron say to leave whoever the guys are alone, and he definitely heard Seamus dramatically enter the room, breaking the tension building up in their dorm. All that mattered to him was getting the essay finished. He must've fell asleep after that because he awoke in his own bed the next morning, without his shoes or glasses on. His work from the night before was neatly straightened and organized beside his bed. And the last sentence looked way different from his normal handwriting. It kinda looked like Ron's but it was hard to tell. He was still kind of tired. Oh well. Harry was just glad it was finished.
Chapter 8: "Ron, can you keep a secret?"
"Ron, can you keep a secret?"
Ron looked up from his book and looked at the boy next to him. Harry had a habit of playing with the nearest object around him when he gets nervous or uncomfortable. So Ron knew that as Harry tried (And failed.) to balance his quill on his finger tips, that something was definitely bothering him.
"Um... yeah. Yeah of course." Harry nervously laughed and looked away from him. Ron put a piece of parchment in his book and put it down. He'd have to go back to it later. Harry needed to tell him something important.
"W-well... I.... uh.... Can you p-please p-promise m-me that you won't ju-judge?" Harry suddenly looked up with fear in his eyes.
" Of course! I'm not gonna judge you."
"A-are you gon-gonna a-abandon m-me an-and tell everyone I am a f-freak?"
Ron eyes widen at this. "Ok. First off, you're not a freak! Nowhere close to one! Second off, you are like my best friend! I wouldn't spill your secrets! Third off, why would I abandon you? What could you possibly do that would make me leave you? I was able to deal with you playing Defying Gravity on repeat for 5 hours last night. Nothing can make me hate you."
Harry sighed and bit his bottom lip. Ron noticed Harry was shaking. "Everyone I e-ever t-told ha-had a very n-negative re-reaction to it....a-and I don't.. want you to..... think l-less of me?" Harry let out a shakey laugh as he looked around the room. "I'm not sure why I am telling you this early in our friendship but.... I-I know this is...risky to t-tell..." Harry put his face in his hands and he let out a frustrated groan. "I'm sorry for stalling. I'm just scared."
It was silent for a second. Ron felt his heart pang at the fear in Harry's voice. Ron gently put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"It's okay. Take your time. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to support you no matter what. " Harry looked up and Ron gave him a sincerely encouraging smile. Harry gave a small smile back and let out a sigh.
He straightened up and had a determined look that was reminiscent of a Slytherin when faced with a obstacle. Or maybe a Gryffindor being challenged when their sure they'll win. Ron realized they were practically the same look but didn't spend too much time on that thought.
"I'm..... I'm....i-i'm......" Harry breathed in, blushed like crazy, and then accidentally screamed at the top of his lungs. " I'MGAY!"
Ron blinked several times, mostly because Harry accidentally came out to the entire Gryffindor tower.
"Sh-shit. I'm s-sorry for exploding y-your eardrums. I um.... "
Ron was definitely surprised by this. He wasn't quite sure what to say. He never really.... knew much about it. But he'd never just.... leave Harry over this. Hell, Ron is.....he thinks.....
Ron cleared his throat. "You like.... blokes?"
Harry swallowed. " Y-yeah? Well I like girls too. Bisexual is actually a better term for me but..... everyone is a bigger dick for some reason when I say that. "
Bisexual. You like girls and guys. Ok. Bisexual. Bisexual. That's a good term for it.
Harry got up from the bed and started frantically gathering his things. "I know, I'm so gross. I can go now if this is too weird for you. I get it. I understand. You hate me now. I'm so disgusting. I'm a fag, I get it. A poof. I'm sorry to bother you. You don't have to be friends with me anymore. I get it. It's not a big deal." Harry's voice cracked and he rubbed his eyes as he tried to get his things in a order.
This quickly snapped Ron out of his thoughts and he grabbed Harry's arm.
Ron looked into Harry's eyes before nervously informing him, " I'm bisexual too." Ron mentally slapped himself for the awkward sasy he said that. Ron never shared that with anyone. He kept that to himself. He thought that his parents might be mad or something. Purebloods were dicks about it due to heirs and wanting their bloodline to keep going. He knew his parents aren't like most purebloods, but how could he possibly be like-"I'm gay! How are things at home?!" Well it's more like, "I'm bi! How are things at home?" but how could he explain what he does not understand himself?
Harry's entire body relaxed and he stared at Ron.
"You... don't c-care?"
"Nope. It'd be hypocritical if I were to be judgemental about it. BI the way, even if I wasn't, I still would be your friend. I am gonna support you no matter what. Bisexual or a murderer."
Harry raised an eyebrow and giggled." Did you actually think I was going to tell you I kill people?"
Ron shrugged. " The way you were acting seemed suspicious."
" Yeah. Having panic attacks is a sure sign of a serial killer."
They both laughed at this. Harry let out a sigh of relief. " BI the GAY, thank you for... being chill about this."
Ron felt himself grin. "No problem."
" And you won't tell anyone right? I don't want people to... judge me."
"I won't tell anyone. And Harry? There's nothing wrong with liking guys."
Harry sighed and said, " I know. I just....grew up....in a not so accepting home."
Before Ron could ask him about it, Neville came in the room. " Hey guys? Didja hear that scream earlier? I thought I heard a girl screaming to everyone that she's gay." Harry blushed and Ron snorted.
"Yeah. That was weird. Wasn't it Harry?" He's keeping his promise.
"Y-yeah. It was." A moment of understanding went between the two of them. Neville smiled at them with an odd look in his eyes. Like he knew something they didn't. Just like Hermione but less vocal.
Ron didn't question it. Neville just kept on smiling and asked them about how far they got on their Potions essay.
Chapter 9: Author note
Hi guys! I am so sorry for not writing in a while! I just started school and like a dumbass I got into all the honor classes at my school. Plus I have not had any privacy in my house. My parents are usually out but I never just sat down and wrote.
I really want to but it's hard trying to find inspiration for things in a short amount of time.
I still want to do this but the updates are going to be a bit slow.
I also need to do a few character reference sheets for everyone here. I need to make sure I don't forget who I made them to be. Harry and Ron need to be similar but different. Harry needs not to be a Gary Stu. Ron needs to talk more about himself. They need to be consistent characters.
I probably need to read the books again so I know the plotline that is going on.
I also need to be aware of putting commas after certain words, so that I am not making my adjectives describe my verbs instead of the emotions in the way they say the sentence. Sorry if that was a run-on sentence. I also need to make sure my past tenses stay consistent.
I know you people probably think this is dumb. Like, "Fanfiction is not Earth shattering. Why put so much effort into it?"
It helps me. It makes me feel like maybe I am going to be a writer. It makes me feel like I have something to look forward to. It makes me feel like I can do something that might help someone find inspiration to write themselves.
It's also a fanfiction of something that is not tainted with any bad memories. I love the books. I wish the author would read her books again so she doesn't piss off anymore people, but I still very much love the books. There was a time I had nobody to talk to. It helped me in a dark place and it made me become a better person. This and boku no hero academia. And music. But the point is, it helped me. Hell, I got ideas for some pretty cool stories that came to me after I read Harry Potter.
I know it's silly but I am going to put a lot of effort into this story.
Anyway, quick author things before I head out. I can't remember whether the troll incident or the mirror of erised happened before or after each other. Which came first? Because I know Harry broke his leg in the first game because of a certain stuttering professor but he was friends with Hermione than. That could be wrong. So that begs the question: does anyone know the bloody plot in the first book? Thanks! Also should I write my character profiles in here or?
Well with that said, thanks to everyone who reads this story and follows it. I know it's dumb and I doubt anyone actually likes this, but I am very happy that some people do.
If you have any suggestions, praise, or criticisms tell me in the comments.
Anyway with that said, I'm going to eat. It's like 8:24 in the morning and it's raining here and I am hungry.
Chapter 10: "What Hermione did earlier was cool, right?"
They talk about the troll incident.
"What Hermione did earlier was cool, right?"
Harry woke up and the first thing he saw was a blurry person sitting in front of the window, with a white object in their hand and a blanket(?) wrapped around them. Harry put on his glasses frantically and saw that the person was just Ron. His hair was a mess and his eyes looked glassy. The statement above this paragraph was Ron's response when Harry asked why he was still up.
"Yeah. It was. Why aren't you sleeping?" Ron chuckled a bit and mumbled something about how the conversation was usually the other way around.
Harry slowly went to the window that Ron was at. "Go to bed, Ron. It's like....uh..." Harry yawned. "3 in the morning."
"I checked the time a few minutes ago and it was 4 something." Ron yawned too and took a sip out of his mug.
"That's worse." Ron hummed in agreement.
"Sorry if I woke you. I was just.. thinking about Hermione. I...we were so mean to her. For no reason. Because she was annoying? No because she was trying to be helpful. She wanted to be our friend. We were the annoying ones. Like we...." Ron trailed off before remorsefully saying, "I was so mean today."
Harry sighed. " I was just as mean. I.... should have known better. I should have not laughed when you said that. I should have told you it was mean. I was bullied in my muggle school and I was......she just...." Harry forgot what he was saying but he already got to the point.
"I am such a dick." Ron said, bowing his head.
"I am too." Harry wished Ron would stop talking. He didn't want to think about this. He hated that guilty feeling that he got remembering how she ran past them with tears in her eyes.
"She could have died today. What if we forgot about her? Hermione could have died and it would be my fault."
"We didn't know."
"I still sent a girl crying to the bathroom."
"WE sent a girl crying to the bathroom."
"All she wanted was to be our friend...." They both were silent. In this silence, they both came to one conclusion.
"Harry..... do you think she would like my fanfiction?" Harry smiled.
"Do you think she would like Disney?" Ron smiled.
That was the last thing they said to each other before heading to their own beds and going back to sleep.
The next day, they learned Hermione liked Belle from "Beauty and The Beast" and wrote fluffy fanfiction.
Chapter 11: "Who would win in a fight: Hedwig or Scabbers?"
Ron and Harry talk about their pets.
"Who would win in a fight: Hedwig or scabbers?"
The two boys were doing their DADA homework on Ron's bed, when suddenly a Hedwig jumped on top of Harry's book and scared the shit out of them both. Scabbers slowly peaked out from under a blanket but went back inside it once he was sure nothing was a threat.
"That bird is adorable and all but I swear he is going to kill me one of these days." Ron laughed in relief and Harry smiled.
This is when Harry asked the statement above.
"Hmm, maybe scabbers?" Harry gave him a weird look. "He is a good hider and will tire your owl out before she can catch him. Besides, who knows what diseases this rat carries? It could just bit him and it would be over."
Harry nodded his head and looked down at Hedwig, who was currently cleaning her feathers.
"Well Hedwig has the advantage of flying so she could sneak up on him. Plus she's a natural enemy of mice so....."
"Hmm yeah. You are probably right." Ron chuckled. He did kind of think of his answer on the spot. Hedwig would probably win. Why did he think Scabbers could harm Hedwig? "Scabbers is way too old, and way too lazy to fight Hedwig."
"And Hedwig is pacifistic for the most part, well until she gets hungry." Ron's eyes widened. 'Could Hedwig hurt scabbers? They're natural enemies but is that really gonna be a problem? Could Hedwig just snap one day and try to kill scabbers?' Ron wondered to himself. "I'll t-try to keep her away f-f-from Sc-scabbers if s-she does get violent." Harry reassured when he saw the look on Ron's face.
"I appreciate it. I might joke about him a lot but I do care about him. He might be a old probably diseased hand me down from Percy but he is my old probably diseased hand-me down from Percy."
Harry gave him an understanding look. "I love my p-pet too. S-she is like t-the best birthday g-gift I ever got. S-so please don't make your diseased rat near my owl okay?"Harry said the last sentence teasingly.
Ron laughed. "I promise. Also I honestly don't think scabbers will be killed by your owl. Personally I think he's immortal but maybe a cat will get him first."
"Ha. S-seriously though, I'd be really pissed if someone let their cat eat s-scabbers. I don't even own him but I'd be pissed."
"I'll probably kick their ass if that happened."
Scabbers came out from underneath his blanket and started walking straight ahead. He almost fell off the bed but Ron caught him before he did. Scabbers remained completely un-phased and fell asleep in his hands.
Harry smiled at him. "I love scabbers. He just doesn't give a fuck about anything."
Hedwig hooted and Ron grinned at her. "Hedwig is so sassy. She wants attention all the time."
"Hey Ron? When did you get-"
Seamus and Dean came into the room, interrupting their conversation. The two went back to their work while Seamus and Dean talked about something that Ron nor Harry paid attention too.
Ron finishes first and watched Harry work until he finished his homework. It sucks that someone like Harry, smart and passionate about learning, had to take so long doing his bloody homework just because of something he could not control.
Maybe there is a way he can help.....