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Date: Nov. 1 2007

Harry Potter again Lol~

Pairing: Harry x Ron (don't like? Shut up and get over it)

Hand In Heart
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Christmas at the Burrow was always a wonderful thing and Harry Potter felt very lucky to be going over there this year. Not only did he enjoy spending time with the Weasley family, but it also gave him a chance to get even closer to one person who was utterly forbidden to him. And Harry was completely head over heels in love with him...that's right HIM.

The youngest of the Weasley brothers, Ron Weasely, had captured his heart. Harry hadn't really ever realized this until his 3rd year, when his godfather Sirius had dragged Ron off. Even though they all knew now that Sirius wasn't dangerous at all, at the time Harry had been so frightened for Ron's safety. He hadn't known if he would ever see that wide grin, those countless freckles, red-hair, and every other quality about Ron ever again.

It was while he was at the Dursley's that he actually had time to think about his feelings for his best friend. Of course he found out that his love had grown from just friendship to something more...something beyond his comprehension.

And it was amazing when Harry realized this because he had sat up so suddenly and gasped out loud as he whispered the words to himself, "I love Ron." It had felt so right saying that...and Harry vowed to win Ron's heart.

Now that they were in their fourth year together and the hype about 'murder Sirius Black' had died down Harry was able to spend his Christmas with the Weasley's. He was glad because as much as he loved Hogwarts spending Christmas alone was just plain depressing.

They arrived at the Burrow late in the evening and the two boys tramped up stairs to Ron's room. They sleepily got into their pajama's and without really thinking got into the bed together. And even though the bed wasn't huge it fit them both in neatly. They had dropped off to sleep quickly not really caring what their reactions would be in the morning.

Of course Harry had awoken rather early on account of his scar was hurting. He whimpered softly, as he held his palm against his head trying to at least lessen the pain to a somewhat bearable measure. But it steadily grew and Harry's head pounded painfully. He let out a loud groan of pain and laid on his back fisting the sheets, trying instead to ride out the pain.

Suddenly Ron's voice came from the darkness as he asked in a sleepy but worried tone, "What's wrong mate?" Harry's mouth had gone dry in a matter of seconds, Ron's voice was like a soothing blanket as it fell upon his ears. He inhaled deeply then let it out slowly as the pounding in his head slowly began to recede.

"Harry?" Ron asked with renewed concern. Harry licked his lips as he replied, "Just a headache, I'm sorry if I woke you." Ron shook his head as he leaned over and looked into Harry's face. He frowned slightly and said, "Its your scar, isn't it? Harry you should tell--" But Harry quickly shook his head as much as it pained him to do the gesture.

"No, please I just want this to be a normal Christmas. The pain will die down, don't worry." Harry said desperately. Ron just let out a soft sigh as he laid back down. Harry was extremely glad that Ron wasn't like Hermione when it came to these sort of things. Ron usually knew when to stop pestering him about going to someone for these sort of things.

Suddenly a fresh wave of pain came over Harry's senses and he blindly reached out for something...anything to hold onto. Just so he could have a grip on reality. His hand found Ron's hand and he held it tightly. Ron looked confused, but seeing that his best friend was in pain let the awkwardness slide. If holding his hand would help ease the pain, then he was okay with it.

Finally after 30 minutes the pain faded and Harry just lay there panting softly, his hand still holding Ron's but not as tightly. Ron had unconciously stroked Harry's palm with his thumb the whole time and when he realized that Harry had finally relaxed he stopped.

"Harry? You okay?" Ron asked. Harry let out a soft snore in response and the red-head realized that the boy had fallen asleep. Ron didn't let go of Harry's hand, for some odd reason it felt...right and okay to hold onto it. So he to fell asleep their fingers gently entwining as they slept on.

The two boys woke up sometime later and ate breakfast. True to his word Ron didn't mention the pain Harry's scar had been giving him to anyone. Mrs. Weasley sent them and the other boys out to do some yard work so it was quickly put out of mind.

A week later found the two teens lying on Ron's bed, both very much awake since they had eaten a ton of candy thanks to Fred and George. They were looking at some of the quidditch magazines Ron had. Harry was still facsinated by all of the magic in one single magazine, he supposed he would never get used to it. Since that first night Harry's scar hadn't complained once and Harry was glad, the pain had been so unbearable. At about 4 A.M. both boys finally fell asleep, the magazines still lying on the bed.

Fred and George popped in to tell the two teens to get their lazy bums up when they noticed something a little odd. The crept up closer to them and grinned. Ron was lying on his back one arm dangling of the side of the bed a magazine lying open on his stomach while Harry lied right next although he was on his stomach and his glasses had fallen off his face somewhere during the night.

The one thing that had the twins grinning was that the two boys were holding hands, their fingers interlocked delicately and they looked like they had fallen asleep that way. The twins left the room, deciding to be nice for once and let the two sleep.

As they walked away Fred said, "You know I always knew Harry had a crush on our little Ronnie kins." George chuckled and replied, "It is fairly obvious, to bad our little brother is so damn oblivious to things like that." They both laughed and disappeared down the stairs.

A few days later and snow had blanket the ground in a thick coat. The Weasly children and Harry all got on their warmest clothes to go and have some fun outside. Harry was about to run out of the room to join the other Weasley's when Ron suddenly grabbed his wrist. Harry's heart thumped wildly in his chest, a faint flicker of hope showing his eyes. He turned around and saw Ron standing there all decked out in his snow gear.

"But this hat on Harry, it's supposed to protect your ears from the cold." Ron said as he put the hat on Harry's head and pulled it down a little bit so it secure. Harry chuckled and said, "Ron, you're starting to sound like your mum." Ron's ears and cheeks went red with embarrassment as he muttered something. Harry just laughed and grabbed Ron's arm as he pulled him out of the room.

A couple of nights later found Harry shivering in Ron's bed. It had gotten so cold lately and even though they had more than enough blankets Harry was still freezing. He wanted to hold Ron and seep in all the warmth from the other boy, because Ron didn't seem effected by the weather at all. Harry let out a sigh and hugged himself, still shivering.

Suddenly Ron sat up, rubbing his sleep heavy blue eyes as he asked, "Okay Harry what's wrong?" Harry briefly glanced over at his red-haired friend feeling himself blush at how cute Ron looked when he was all half asleep. "N-Nothing...I-I'm just really c-cold." Harry stammered his teeth chattering together. Ron looked at his friend in worry as he asked, "Want me to get some more blankets?"

Harry shook his head then suddenly got an idea. "Um hey Ron...I know a good way to um get warm but promise me you won't freak out okay." He said. Ron eyed him warily as he replied, "If you mean getting naked then--" Harry let out a sudden bark of laughter as he shook his head quickly, "No, no. Not that! I mean just come here."

He gently took a hold of Ron's big wrist and pulled the other boy to sit between his legs. Ron didn't really know what to think of this sitiuation. It felt extremely comfortable and warm...but Harry was his best friend...He didn't know what to do so he just gave over to instinct and relaxed into Harry's chest. Harry smiled fondly at the red-head as he thought, 'If only you loved me that way too...then we could be together closer than this...without clothes.' He blushed and buried his face into Ron's back.

Ron could feel Harry's breath on his neck and it sent pleasing tingles up and down his spine. He'd never felt that way before and it felt...good. But he didn't understand why Harry was suddenly being all cuddly and holding his hand. He also frequently caught Harry gazing at him in a strange way, with a look he'd never seen before.

He was suddenly startled out of his thoughts when Harry began pulling him down, so they were half lying down and Harry's arms were now around his waist. Ron just shrugged it off, they were really close and Harry had seemed really cold. It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong, so with that thought in mind Ron felt sleep overcome him as he drifted off in the arms of the boy who loved him so much.

Things went on like that for weeks and Ron got so used to it that he would automatically sit in between Harry's legs before the other boy asked him to do so. Harry also was increasing his passes at Ron, like little seemingly innocent touches. Their hands would brush or their legs or cheeks.

Harry longed to brush his lips against Ron's but knew he wouldn't be able to without Ron freaking out. They also held hands alot more often and would sit very close together. At night when Ron would sit in Harry's arms he would hold the raven-haired boy's hand and lightly trace patterns against the skin. It seemed so natuarl...that neither boy questioned why they were doing these things.

Finally Christmas Eve arrived and Hermione and her family had come over to join the Weasley's and Harry. Ron wanted to ask Hermione if she knew why Harry was acting so strange but all day the three of them had been occupied with helping out around the house so he didn't ever have a chance. Finally 20 minutes before dinner gave him enough time to ask Hermione what was up with his friend.

He found her in his room, tidying up and she looked over at him and smiled. "Um, Hermione can I tell you something?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded as she replied, "Sure Ron." He went and sat on his bed, missing the weight of Harry sitting next to him. "Well...its about Harry. He's been acting strange, like holding my hand and holding me in his arms and stuff like that."

He looked up at Hermione confusion showing in his clear blue eyes. Hermione nodded and replied, "Well does it freak you out?" Ron's eyes widened slightly as he immediately shook his head then said, "No, it doesn't....actually it feels nice kinda like its natural." Hermione smiled and said, "Well then maybe he has a crush on you."

Ron blushed as he looked up at Hermione in shock. "What? But why would Harry have a crush on ME? I mean we're best friends, guys, and not to mention I KNOW I'm not the most beautiful guy on the planet." Ron replied as he blush deepened and his gaze moved to the floor. Hermione grinned, she actually knew all about Harry's crush on Ron. She could always tell that Harry had special feelings for the red-hed.

"Well Ron why don't you go ask him?" Hermione suggested. Ron licked his lips and stood up determindely. He nodded then ran out of the room as he began searching for his friend. After searching the whole house he went outside and saw a familiar figure standing in the garden. Ron quietly walked up to Harry as he gently put his arms around Harry's waist.

The raven-haired boy jumped slightly as he squeaked, "Ron?" Ron laughed at Harry's reaction but replied, "Yea...Um I just talked to Hermione and she said that you have a crush on me." Harry blushed although it wasn't very visible when he wasn't facing the other boy. "It's not a crush Ron..." Harry said softly and Ron couldn't help but feel as though his heart had been cruelly stabbed. "Its...more than that. I love you Ron, more than anything or anyone." Harry finished.

Ron's heart magically mended together as he carefully spun Harry around so they were now looking directly into each other's eyes. "Really? You mean that?" Ron asked his eyes wide with disbelief and awe. Harry blushed a little more as he nodded, silently waiting for Ron's wrath but it never came. Harry gazed up at the taller boy as he asked, "Y-You aren't disgusted? You don't hate me?"

Ron's eyes widened a little and he quickly smiled soothingly as he took Harry's hand in his and placed it on his cheek. "No Harry, I'm not mad or disgusted." Ron said warmly as he placed his hand on the back of Harry's head. Harry's eyes were wide with happiness and a little doubt as he asked again, "You sure? I mean you don't have to spare my feelings if you don't really--" but he was cut off when Ron pushed their lips together.

Harry's brain shut down and he almost forgot to kiss back but remembered just in time as he responded warmly to the kiss. Harry's arms wound their way around Ron's waist as Ron threaded his fingers through the unruly mass of black hair while his other hand wrapped around Harry's waist pulling them even closer. The kiss deepened and neither boy was willing to break it so finally they broke off at the same time both of them breathing heavily.

"Does that answer your question?" Ron asked a grin on his face. Harry nodded dumbly as he soon broke into a grin. "I love you." Harry said softly as he gently pulled Ron down to meet his lips again. Ron smiled and kissed the boy softly as he replied, "I love you too Harry." And Harry couldn't help but shudder in happiness and pleasure because those five words had sounded so wonderful as they rolled off of Ron's tongue.

They held each other for a little while then went back to kissing, both of them so wrapped up in each other's love that they didn't realize someone had come out and was gazing at them fondly. When they finally broke apart a familiar female voice said, "I'm glad you two finally found each other, but why you picked Ron Harry I will never know."

She giggled and smiled at the two boys, who obviously looked embarressed. "Hm, lets see Ron's brave, loyal, friendly, funny, adorable, kind, sincere, a good listener, and did I mention sexy?" Harry listed as he grinned seductively at his new lover. Ron blushed as he pecked Harry's cheek and whispered, "If I'm sexy then you're beautiful." Harry laughed and hugged Ron, the two of them kissing once more before turning their attention back to Hermione.

"Anyway, dinner's ready and I knew that I would find you two snogging out here so I volunteered to get you guys." She said a smile on her face. Harry and Ron grinned as they immediately interlocked their fingers together. Harry held out his free hand to Hermione as he said, "C'mon lets go start the new year." So the three of them walked back to the Burrow with Harry and Ron both thinking of a New Year's goal.

'To deepen our relationship then have sex!' They both thought and looked at each other with equal grins of love and warmth. Hermione just inwardly sighed as she thought, 'Ah boys, they never change.'

Fin~

:D (Big Grin) — Description
Date: Nov. 1 2007

Harry Potter again Lol~

Pairing: Harry x Ron (don't like? Shut up and get over it)

Hand In Heart
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Christmas at the Burrow was always a wonderful thing and Harry Potter felt very lucky to be going over there this year. Not only did he enjoy spending time with the Weasley family, but it also gave him a chance to get even closer to one person who was utterly forbidden to him. And Harry was completely head over heels in love with him...that's right HIM.

The youngest of the Weasley brothers, Ron Weasely, had captured his heart. Harry hadn't really ever realized this until his 3rd year, when his godfather Sirius had dragged Ron off. Even though they all knew now that Sirius wasn't dangerous at all, at the time Harry had been so frightened for Ron's safety. He hadn't known if he would ever see that wide grin, those countless freckles, red-hair, and every other quality about Ron ever again.

It was while he was at the Dursley's that he actually had time to think about his feelings for his best friend. Of course he found out that his love had grown from just friendship to something more...something beyond his comprehension.

And it was amazing when Harry realized this because he had sat up so suddenly and gasped out loud as he whispered the words to himself, "I love Ron." It had felt so right saying that...and Harry vowed to win Ron's heart.

Now that they were in their fourth year together and the hype about 'murder Sirius Black' had died down Harry was able to spend his Christmas with the Weasley's. He was glad because as much as he loved Hogwarts spending Christmas alone was just plain depressing.

They arrived at the Burrow late in the evening and the two boys tramped up stairs to Ron's room. They sleepily got into their pajama's and without really thinking got into the bed together. And even though the bed wasn't huge it fit them both in neatly. They had dropped off to sleep quickly not really caring what their reactions would be in the morning.

Of course Harry had awoken rather early on account of his scar was hurting. He whimpered softly, as he held his palm against his head trying to at least lessen the pain to a somewhat bearable measure. But it steadily grew and Harry's head pounded painfully. He let out a loud groan of pain and laid on his back fisting the sheets, trying instead to ride out the pain.

Suddenly Ron's voice came from the darkness as he asked in a sleepy but worried tone, "What's wrong mate?" Harry's mouth had gone dry in a matter of seconds, Ron's voice was like a soothing blanket as it fell upon his ears. He inhaled deeply then let it out slowly as the pounding in his head slowly began to recede.

"Harry?" Ron asked with renewed concern. Harry licked his lips as he replied, "Just a headache, I'm sorry if I woke you." Ron shook his head as he leaned over and looked into Harry's face. He frowned slightly and said, "Its your scar, isn't it? Harry you should tell--" But Harry quickly shook his head as much as it pained him to do the gesture.

"No, please I just want this to be a normal Christmas. The pain will die down, don't worry." Harry said desperately. Ron just let out a soft sigh as he laid back down. Harry was extremely glad that Ron wasn't like Hermione when it came to these sort of things. Ron usually knew when to stop pestering him about going to someone for these sort of things.

Suddenly a fresh wave of pain came over Harry's senses and he blindly reached out for something...anything to hold onto. Just so he could have a grip on reality. His hand found Ron's hand and he held it tightly. Ron looked confused, but seeing that his best friend was in pain let the awkwardness slide. If holding his hand would help ease the pain, then he was okay with it.

Finally after 30 minutes the pain faded and Harry just lay there panting softly, his hand still holding Ron's but not as tightly. Ron had unconciously stroked Harry's palm with his thumb the whole time and when he realized that Harry had finally relaxed he stopped.

"Harry? You okay?" Ron asked. Harry let out a soft snore in response and the red-head realized that the boy had fallen asleep. Ron didn't let go of Harry's hand, for some odd reason it felt...right and okay to hold onto it. So he to fell asleep their fingers gently entwining as they slept on.

The two boys woke up sometime later and ate breakfast. True to his word Ron didn't mention the pain Harry's scar had been giving him to anyone. Mrs. Weasley sent them and the other boys out to do some yard work so it was quickly put out of mind.

A week later found the two teens lying on Ron's bed, both very much awake since they had eaten a ton of candy thanks to Fred and George. They were looking at some of the quidditch magazines Ron had. Harry was still facsinated by all of the magic in one single magazine, he supposed he would never get used to it. Since that first night Harry's scar hadn't complained once and Harry was glad, the pain had been so unbearable. At about 4 A.M. both boys finally fell asleep, the magazines still lying on the bed.

Fred and George popped in to tell the two teens to get their lazy bums up when they noticed something a little odd. The crept up closer to them and grinned. Ron was lying on his back one arm dangling of the side of the bed a magazine lying open on his stomach while Harry lied right next although he was on his stomach and his glasses had fallen off his face somewhere during the night.

The one thing that had the twins grinning was that the two boys were holding hands, their fingers interlocked delicately and they looked like they had fallen asleep that way. The twins left the room, deciding to be nice for once and let the two sleep.

As they walked away Fred said, "You know I always knew Harry had a crush on our little Ronnie kins." George chuckled and replied, "It is fairly obvious, to bad our little brother is so damn oblivious to things like that." They both laughed and disappeared down the stairs.

A few days later and snow had blanket the ground in a thick coat. The Weasly children and Harry all got on their warmest clothes to go and have some fun outside. Harry was about to run out of the room to join the other Weasley's when Ron suddenly grabbed his wrist. Harry's heart thumped wildly in his chest, a faint flicker of hope showing his eyes. He turned around and saw Ron standing there all decked out in his snow gear.

"But this hat on Harry, it's supposed to protect your ears from the cold." Ron said as he put the hat on Harry's head and pulled it down a little bit so it secure. Harry chuckled and said, "Ron, you're starting to sound like your mum." Ron's ears and cheeks went red with embarrassment as he muttered something. Harry just laughed and grabbed Ron's arm as he pulled him out of the room.

A couple of nights later found Harry shivering in Ron's bed. It had gotten so cold lately and even though they had more than enough blankets Harry was still freezing. He wanted to hold Ron and seep in all the warmth from the other boy, because Ron didn't seem effected by the weather at all. Harry let out a sigh and hugged himself, still shivering.

Suddenly Ron sat up, rubbing his sleep heavy blue eyes as he asked, "Okay Harry what's wrong?" Harry briefly glanced over at his red-haired friend feeling himself blush at how cute Ron looked when he was all half asleep. "N-Nothing...I-I'm just really c-cold." Harry stammered his teeth chattering together. Ron looked at his friend in worry as he asked, "Want me to get some more blankets?"

Harry shook his head then suddenly got an idea. "Um hey Ron...I know a good way to um get warm but promise me you won't freak out okay." He said. Ron eyed him warily as he replied, "If you mean getting naked then--" Harry let out a sudden bark of laughter as he shook his head quickly, "No, no. Not that! I mean just come here."

He gently took a hold of Ron's big wrist and pulled the other boy to sit between his legs. Ron didn't really know what to think of this sitiuation. It felt extremely comfortable and warm...but Harry was his best friend...He didn't know what to do so he just gave over to instinct and relaxed into Harry's chest. Harry smiled fondly at the red-head as he thought, 'If only you loved me that way too...then we could be together closer than this...without clothes.' He blushed and buried his face into Ron's back.

Ron could feel Harry's breath on his neck and it sent pleasing tingles up and down his spine. He'd never felt that way before and it felt...good. But he didn't understand why Harry was suddenly being all cuddly and holding his hand. He also frequently caught Harry gazing at him in a strange way, with a look he'd never seen before.

He was suddenly startled out of his thoughts when Harry began pulling him down, so they were half lying down and Harry's arms were now around his waist. Ron just shrugged it off, they were really close and Harry had seemed really cold. It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong, so with that thought in mind Ron felt sleep overcome him as he drifted off in the arms of the boy who loved him so much.

Things went on like that for weeks and Ron got so used to it that he would automatically sit in between Harry's legs before the other boy asked him to do so. Harry also was increasing his passes at Ron, like little seemingly innocent touches. Their hands would brush or their legs or cheeks.

Harry longed to brush his lips against Ron's but knew he wouldn't be able to without Ron freaking out. They also held hands alot more often and would sit very close together. At night when Ron would sit in Harry's arms he would hold the raven-haired boy's hand and lightly trace patterns against the skin. It seemed so natuarl...that neither boy questioned why they were doing these things.

Finally Christmas Eve arrived and Hermione and her family had come over to join the Weasley's and Harry. Ron wanted to ask Hermione if she knew why Harry was acting so strange but all day the three of them had been occupied with helping out around the house so he didn't ever have a chance. Finally 20 minutes before dinner gave him enough time to ask Hermione what was up with his friend.

He found her in his room, tidying up and she looked over at him and smiled. "Um, Hermione can I tell you something?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded as she replied, "Sure Ron." He went and sat on his bed, missing the weight of Harry sitting next to him. "Well...its about Harry. He's been acting strange, like holding my hand and holding me in his arms and stuff like that."

He looked up at Hermione confusion showing in his clear blue eyes. Hermione nodded and replied, "Well does it freak you out?" Ron's eyes widened slightly as he immediately shook his head then said, "No, it doesn't....actually it feels nice kinda like its natural." Hermione smiled and said, "Well then maybe he has a crush on you."

Ron blushed as he looked up at Hermione in shock. "What? But why would Harry have a crush on ME? I mean we're best friends, guys, and not to mention I KNOW I'm not the most beautiful guy on the planet." Ron replied as he blush deepened and his gaze moved to the floor. Hermione grinned, she actually knew all about Harry's crush on Ron. She could always tell that Harry had special feelings for the red-hed.

"Well Ron why don't you go ask him?" Hermione suggested. Ron licked his lips and stood up determindely. He nodded then ran out of the room as he began searching for his friend. After searching the whole house he went outside and saw a familiar figure standing in the garden. Ron quietly walked up to Harry as he gently put his arms around Harry's waist.

The raven-haired boy jumped slightly as he squeaked, "Ron?" Ron laughed at Harry's reaction but replied, "Yea...Um I just talked to Hermione and she said that you have a crush on me." Harry blushed although it wasn't very visible when he wasn't facing the other boy. "It's not a crush Ron..." Harry said softly and Ron couldn't help but feel as though his heart had been cruelly stabbed. "Its...more than that. I love you Ron, more than anything or anyone." Harry finished.

Ron's heart magically mended together as he carefully spun Harry around so they were now looking directly into each other's eyes. "Really? You mean that?" Ron asked his eyes wide with disbelief and awe. Harry blushed a little more as he nodded, silently waiting for Ron's wrath but it never came. Harry gazed up at the taller boy as he asked, "Y-You aren't disgusted? You don't hate me?"

Ron's eyes widened a little and he quickly smiled soothingly as he took Harry's hand in his and placed it on his cheek. "No Harry, I'm not mad or disgusted." Ron said warmly as he placed his hand on the back of Harry's head. Harry's eyes were wide with happiness and a little doubt as he asked again, "You sure? I mean you don't have to spare my feelings if you don't really--" but he was cut off when Ron pushed their lips together.

Harry's brain shut down and he almost forgot to kiss back but remembered just in time as he responded warmly to the kiss. Harry's arms wound their way around Ron's waist as Ron threaded his fingers through the unruly mass of black hair while his other hand wrapped around Harry's waist pulling them even closer. The kiss deepened and neither boy was willing to break it so finally they broke off at the same time both of them breathing heavily.

"Does that answer your question?" Ron asked a grin on his face. Harry nodded dumbly as he soon broke into a grin. "I love you." Harry said softly as he gently pulled Ron down to meet his lips again. Ron smiled and kissed the boy softly as he replied, "I love you too Harry." And Harry couldn't help but shudder in happiness and pleasure because those five words had sounded so wonderful as they rolled off of Ron's tongue.

They held each other for a little while then went back to kissing, both of them so wrapped up in each other's love that they didn't realize someone had come out and was gazing at them fondly. When they finally broke apart a familiar female voice said, "I'm glad you two finally found each other, but why you picked Ron Harry I will never know."

She giggled and smiled at the two boys, who obviously looked embarressed. "Hm, lets see Ron's brave, loyal, friendly, funny, adorable, kind, sincere, a good listener, and did I mention sexy?" Harry listed as he grinned seductively at his new lover. Ron blushed as he pecked Harry's cheek and whispered, "If I'm sexy then you're beautiful." Harry laughed and hugged Ron, the two of them kissing once more before turning their attention back to Hermione.

"Anyway, dinner's ready and I knew that I would find you two snogging out here so I volunteered to get you guys." She said a smile on her face. Harry and Ron grinned as they immediately interlocked their fingers together. Harry held out his free hand to Hermione as he said, "C'mon lets go start the new year." So the three of them walked back to the Burrow with Harry and Ron both thinking of a New Year's goal.

'To deepen our relationship then have sex!' They both thought and looked at each other with equal grins of love and warmth. Hermione just inwardly sighed as she thought, 'Ah boys, they never change.'

Fin~