They're Doing it Again: Part 2
Harry sat on the extra bed in Ron’s room, picking at a pillow in his lap, looking up at Ron occasionally. Ron just sat there staring at his ankle. They both didn’t know how to approach the subject they were both dying to speak of.
Finally, Ron decided to just go for it. “So, uh… did you get one? A mark I mean. You never wrote and told me either way.”
“Oh, er, yeah. I got one. It showed up 4 days ago. I decided I wanted to wait and tell you in person.”
Ron’s eyes bulged, “It doesn’t match mine, does it mate?” Ron rubbed his ankle, where his mark was.
Harry laughed “What? NO! Not you mate.”
“Good, because I don’t really swing that way. Not that you aren’t a good looking bloke, if you like that sort of thing. I only thought that because you said you wanted to tell me in person. You also fled earlier at the sight of Hermione.” Ron looked striken again, “It’s not Hermione, is it mate? Because you know she-”
“It’s not Hermione either. I just didn’t want to owl you about it. You’re my best mate. I wanted to tell you in person.”
Harry threw the pillow he had been fiddling with at Ron’s head. Ron caught it instead.“Besides, I fled because Hermione was holding hands with George. Bloody weird mate. How are you holding up?”
“It was hard at first. But we were falling apart even before my mark showed up. Besides, she was my friend before she was my girlfriend, and he’s my brother, the great annoying git that he is.” Ron threw the pillow back at Harry. “Well, lets see it then.”
Harry pulled back his sleeve as he walked over and sat beside Ron. He flipped his arm over and flipped it over for Ron to inspect it. It still appeared tense to Harry.
Ron raised an eyebrow, “Fairly Slytherin colors, mate.”
Harry glared at Ron, “You know the colors have nothing to do with house colors. Besides, the green is the same color as my eyes.”
“Half-poof” Harry corrected him, grinning.
“My bad. Half-poof then.” Ron grinned back. Harry swung another pillow at Ron’s head. Ron retaliated by trying to shove Harry off the bed, but Harry grabbed Ron’s arm and drug him down also, laughing.
About that time Hermione barged in. She had seen Harry flee earlier, and had been waiting at the base of the stairs for some sign it was safe to come in. She figured laughing was a good sign.
“Oh my! Sorry, I’ll just.. I’ll just go” Hermione turned to leave.
Harry shoved Ron off of him, “Wait- ‘Mione, Don’t leave”
“You obviously need some alone time, I don’t want to interrupt.”
“What are you on about?” Harry was confused.
“Harry, she thought the same thing I did, at first.” Ron snickered.
“What? No! My Mark doesn’t match Ron’s! What is wrong with you people? He’s my best friend!”
“Pay up, George!” Everyone turned to look back at the doorway, which was now occupied by Fred and George. George was passing a galleon to Fred.
Harry threw his hands up. “What, did everyone think I was destined for Ron or something?”
“Not everyone mate, I bet on Malfoy!” Fred grinned.
Ron pretended to gag as Hermione scolded Fred. Harry kept silent.
Ginny came in at that time and saw the mark. Her face fell, but she forced it back into a grin. Only Hermione caught it.
At that moment, they all heard Mrs. Weasley call up the stairs “DINNER’S READY!”
Fred, George, Hermione, and Ginny all turned and went back down the stairs, quickly followed by Ron. Harry slowly got up off the floor and started downstairs. He thought there might be a chance Fred was right. He hoped Ron took it better if it turned out to be true.