The Bi Who Loved

Rarry- Lover Boy

It was raining. Ron's breathing was hitched as he lay on his back. He listened to the sound of the rain hitting the window pane, trying to steady himself. He'd been in the dorms so long he had missed dinner, and Ron never missed dinner.

He was too embarrassed to go down for dinner, because not long ago, he had just been crying silently to himself, and he didn't want to go down with his puffy face and bloodshot eyes. It was silly, he knew, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help how he felt, and it felt as though no one would understand, because he himself couldn't either. 

Crying over Harry wasn't something Ron did often, in fact, he had never done it until this day, where an overwhelming wave emotion had caused him to bend over during herbology and excuse himself to the hospital ward. As he had been standing with one hand on his knee and one on his heart, he wondered whether it was normal to feel such pain at the pit of his stomach, when he had just had lunch or feel so empty in his chest when he could feel his heart hammering away under his clutch. 

And Harry, being the concerned friend he was, immediately rushed to Ron's side and put a hand on his back, asking if he was okay. Obviously this didn't help at all, and Ron wrenched his body away as his heart rate increased and just mumbled something about being ill.

He had been such a fool. Such a lovesick fool, to have fallen for his best friend. Out of all people the around him, all the handsome, pretty, attractive people around him, his heart just had to pick Harry. 

In all honesty, it was completely justified. It was only a matter of time before he fell for the one who saved his ginger ass countless times. But when had he ever saved Harry? There was no way he could be Harry's knight in shining armour- because all he ever was, and all he'd ever been was a damsel in distress, and who was Harry to fall for that?

It must be so annoying to have to save the same person so many times.

And the worst part was he wasn't the only one affected by Harry's charm and charisma. Left and right he knew there were people crushing on Harry, because not only would they loudly gossip about how attractive his best friend was, they would actually come up to Ron and ask him to 'pass on the message'.

Shameless gits.

Being able to become Harry's friend was pure dumb luck- had the other carriages in the Hogwarts express been empty, or Harry less welcoming, he definitely wouldn't be here today- which, now that Ron thought about it as he hiccoughed every now and then, wouldn't be such a bad thing, seeing as he could barely breath over a boy who was probably happily eating dinner in the Great Hall right now, not worried at all about where Ron could be.

Suddenly, Ron heard people's laughter approach the dorm, and quick as a wink he dove into the covers before anyone could see him. Unfortunately not quick enough.

"Ron? You good, mate?" Dean asked, as he had opened the door. Seamus peered curiously over his shoulder as Ron sighed in defeat, his lanky body half covered by his blanket, and half sprawled across his bed.

Ron's bottom lip wobbled, and in an embarrassing haze, tears welled up in his eyes again as he blurted out, "Have you ever fallen in love with your best friend?"

No sooner had the words left his lips had he clamped his hands on his mouth, as if trapping it from ever uttering words again. 

Dean and Seamus exchanged a look, before both laughing good naturedly and sweeping Ron up, each on a different side. They climbed onto Ron's bed, with their legs crossed both facing him.

"Weasley, we're the definition of 'falling in love with your best friend'," Seamus laughed, as Dean chuckled too.

"What..?" Ron blubbered.