DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters. I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. I did use a part of her writing, only tweaked a little.

A Dietary Need
Part One: Aunt Muriel

'A what?' shouted Ginny, drawing her wand. 'A what, exactly?'

Ron flinched back at the wand shaking a few millimeters away his freckled nose. He wasn't even aware of Harry's presence beside him, he was too angry at his sister to feel gooey over Harry being near him. He gaped, rage roaring inside him as he fought for some words. He was saved by Harry.

'He doesn't mean anything, Ginny ... ' Harry tried to help his friend, though he was rudely interrupted by the Weasley temper.

'Oh yes he does!' she said, flaring up at Harry. 'Just because he's never snogged anyone in his life, just because the best kiss he's ever had is from our Aunt Muriel -'

'Shut your mouth!' Ron bellowed, chancing a glance at Harry to see whether he believed these words. Harry looked mildly amused by the sibling's confrontation and Ron couldn't decipher anymore.

'No, I will not!' yelled Ginny, beside herself. 'I've seen you with Phlegm, hoping she'll kiss you on the cheek every time you see her, it's pathetic! If you went out and got a bit of snogging done yourself you wouldn't mind so much that everyone else does it!'

Ron pulled out his wand too, ignoring Harry as he stepped between them. 'You don't know what you're talking about!' he roared, trying to step around Harry to get a quick shot at Ginny. He only faltered when Harry grabbed his waist firmly to hold him in place. Praying no one saw his blush he quickly continued, 'just because I don't do it in a public place...!'

Ginny screamed with diverse laughter, trying to push Harry out of the way. 'Been kissing Pig have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel stashed under your pillow?'


Ron lost it; the touch of Harry's fingers was no longer enough to keep him calm. A jet of orange light flew out from under Harry's left arm and missed his sister by inches. Harry pushed Ron up against a wall. The red head was suddenly lost in a sea of green as he stared into Harry's eyes. His wand clattered to the floor as Ginny continued yelling.

'Harry's snogged Cho Chang!' she shouted, who sounded close to tears now. 'And Hermione's snogged Viktor Krum, it's only you who acts like it's something disgusting, Ron, and that's because you've about as much experience as a twelve year old!'

And with that she stormed away. Harry let go of Ron's arms, who had barely heard the words shouted at him. The look on his face was dreamy and slightly dazed.

'Ron?' Harry asked, tapping him on the shoulder. 'You all right?' he asked kindly. He bent down to pick up Ron's wand, he offered to the boy but Ron was so dazed he didn't notice the presented item. Harry shrugged and tucked the wand up his sleeve along with his own.

'Oh… er…. Fine,' Ron replied.

'C'mon,' Harry said, taking his elbow and pulling him away towards Gryffindor Tower.

Ron sighed heavily and followed Harry obediently. Of course his sister's words were half right, he'd never kissed someone or been kissed. He wanted to be kissed of course, just not by Phlegm, an image of his friend's messy dark hair and striking eyes materialized before his eyes. He blinked his blue eyes hurriedly, hoping to rid them of the dazed expression he knew they held. He wondered as Harry guided him along the corridors, why he had so suddenly become infatuated with his friend. His male friend, it was so wrong. Had someone slipped him a love potion? That seemed to be the only possible solution. Ron's mind flickered back to this morning when Lavender had hovered two seconds too long over him when he ate. He quivered as Harry's slender fingers brushed against the skin of his lower arm.

It wasn't the first time he'd been besotted by a boy. The end of the last year as when he found his was amazed and intrigued by the male form, letting his eyes wander when ever he saw someone to his liking. It was just the first time he'd felt that way about Harry and what he was involuntarily thinking scared him. He did enjoy his thoughts though, his private personal thoughts. His and his alone.

He barely remembered Ginny's words as he was escorted into the common room; his anger was long gone replaced by a feeling of need and a giggly giddy one. He stared at Harry, and envisioned himself running his fingers along the skin of his cheekbones and – he blushed – other places.

'Ron, are you sure you're all right?' Harry asked again, bringing him out his thoughts.

Ron found they were now in the red-clad dorm room. He ignored the other sleeping boys and thudded heavily around the room, pulling the window's shut. Afterwards he sunk slowly onto his bed and heaved out a sigh when his head touched the pillows. His eye lids fluttered closed, and the red hangings vanished from his sight.

'Ron,' Harry repeated, 'you didn't take what she said seriously did you?'

A smile appeared on his pale face and he shook his head. 'No,' he said, lying on his side so he could watch Harry watch him. It was weird, like he was seeing Harry in an entirely new light. Only a few days ago they had been passing jokes and talking normally as they walked down the corridors. Now Ron wanted to jump Harry and pin him against a wall to ravish him. Bloody hormones, he groaned to himself.

'Good,' Harry said, turning his back on Ron he discarded most of his robes and slid into his sheets with a satisfied sigh. There was a long drawn out silence between the two friends, as they listened to the other occupants of the dorm room snoring or breathing heavily.

Under his sheets, Ron pulled of his shoes and pants, not wanting to get up to do it. That would mean he'd have to get undressed in front of Harry, though he'd done it thousands of times beforehand, though now made him a little self conscious. He wasn't tan like Harry, he was pale and freckly and completely undesirable.

'What are you doing?' Harry asked, pulling off his glasses and watching Ron with a puzzled expression on his face.

'Getting changed,' Ron answered, throwing his pants to the floor and starting on his upper robes. 'What does it look like?'

Harry blushed faintly, he'd obviously thought Ron's shuffling around under the closure of blankets to be something else. 'Oh, nothing…' He smiled.

'Yeah, right mate,' Ron said, grinning. He quickly stopped as he remembered this was the way things were supposed to be, laughing and exchanging jokes, truthfulness too. A friend wasn't supposed to secretly lust after another.

'Are you sure you're fine?' Harry asked quietly; sleep beginning to take his body over.

'I could get any girl I wanted, right?' he asked suddenly, flipping over to look at Harry. He brushed his red hair out of his eyes as it feel forward, obscuring his view.

Harry was completely taken aback by the question; he did a terrible job of hiding his shock as he stuttered for a bit before answering. 'Well, not any girl Ron,' he answered fairly. 'But most girls.'

'What about any bloke?' Ron asked. He let out a half squeal and groan noise as the words left his mouth, he hadn't intended for his secret to be spilt like this. 'That's not what I meant!' He quickly tried to cover up his blunder.

'Pardon?' Harry asked in a astonished tone, his eyes wide with confusing and something Ron guessed must be horror.

'I didn't mean that!' Ron said, as though he was pleading with Harry to believe him.

'What bloke do you want?' Harry asked, running a nervous hand through his hair and sitting on the edge of his bed like he was trying to get as far away from Ron as possible.

The blankets provided an easy way to hide from Harry's penetrating eyes, so Ron darted under them. It was no use; he felt Harry's eyes still piercing through the covers, seemingly watching him.

'What if I told you I didn't really fancy girls?' Ron asked with a barely audible whisper, not emerging from his hiding place.

'Don't you?' Harry asked, his voice quavering a little like he was frightened of the answer.

'Er… no,' Ron answered, hoping this to be correct. He knew it wasn't, he cringed he reply was as fake as purple and pink house elf.

'Denial tastes bad, Ron,' Harry replied.

Ron braced himself reading for a book to be thrown at his head and the term 'fag' used in harsh insult, as he poked his head out from under the sheets. Neither of these came, he looked over at Harry. Ron was relieved to find his dark haired friend did not look mad, like he was going to pummel him, he merely looked curious and perhaps there was a hint of hurt behind those eyes. He took a deep breath and began.

'Er, well I don't really fancy girls anymore,' he said hurriedly, with a slight attempt at a smile. But nerves got the better of him and it came out as a grimace. 'I thought I did, I honestly thought I did until sometime last year when I started noticing…' he faltered.

'Blokes?' Harry asked.

'Uh yeah,' Ron said. 'I reckon I just want something just a little more masculine, sharper. Instead of curves.'

Brushing his red bangs out of his eyes, he stared strongly at Harry, trying to catch the boy's shifting gaze. Harry coughed uncomfortably and finally let his eyes rest on Ron's. 'What do you want me to say?' he asked.

'Anything,' Ron begged.

'Why didn't you tell me earlier?' Harry asked, crossing his arms across his chest and turning away from Ron, pulling the covers around himself.

'Because… I…because I didn't think you'd still want to be my friend,' Ron admitted, flustering over his words.

'You really thought that?' There was a touch of alarm in his cold hard voice.

'Yeah, I really did.'

A pregnant pause surrounded them, it was such a loud silence it even overcame the snores of Seamus and the squeaky wheeze of Neville. Ron blinked as the candle flickered, sending a dancing image across the wall.

'Are you ok with this?' he asked Harry uncertainly.

'Honestly,' Harry said. 'I don't know.'

The candle light finally wavered off and Ron was left in the darkness, more alone now then ever. He sighed, praying silently to himself that Harry wouldn't be as hostile to him when he'd had time to think about what Ron had just confessed to him.

'Bloody hell,' he groaned out loud, burying his face into the pillows.

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