Hi! Back with another chapter for you!

"Ron, are you, if it's okay for me to ask... are you gay?"

Ron's head shot up so fast Harry worried if he'd hurt himself.

"No!" Ron squealed. His eyes were frantically looking between Harry and Hermione. With each second that went by, Rons face reddened and Harry thought he'd hit the nail on what was going on. Yet maybe he hadn't? Before any of them could say anything back Ron spoke again.

"I'm not, I'm not you know, gay." Ron stammered, his voice was down almost to a whisper at the end and his head hung low. Harry was confused but at the same time he felt for him, he was obviously not telling them the whole truth. He didn't want to push his friend but he felt as if this was their chance at making it right again, he wanted his friend back.

"Ron," Hermione leaned forward as she spoke, "Please tell us what you're thinking?" She paused and searched for his eyes under the mop of red hair. She decided to take on another approach.

"Are you familiar with the term bisexual?" Her voice was soft and she tried to convey as much understanding as she possibly could. She too was tired of this fight and wanted him back, with all that it could mean.

Ron stilled, his head lifted a little to meet her eyes and when they did he gave her a tiny nod. She sighed with relief, in his eyes she saw the conflict going on inside him. She wanted to help him so bad, he just needed to let her.

"Please come back to us, we can help you, we want to help you," Hermione pleaded and reached out her hand for him.

He hesitated, looking back and forward from her face to her hand. The conflict inside him seeped out onto the surface and with it, tears spilled from his eyes. Ron took a last glance at Harry before he grasped Hermiones hand. That quick glance held every ounce of his apology in it and with that Harry knew he was way over the whole ordeal.

Ron broke down on the floor in front of them in a messy fit of crying out his feelings while Hermione held him, whispering soothing words in his ear. Harry swiped a tear away from his cheek before joining them on the floor.

It was heartbreaking but at the same time it brought them together again, Harry felt his heart soar of relief and happiness. He knew that what Ron did and said was wrong, maybe he shouldn't forgive him so easily but that's what they did. They made mistakes, they fought, they hurt each other but in the end they did all they could to mend it back together. They were family and they loved each other too much to lose them.

After a long talk with Molly and Arthur, the trio were exhausted beyond measures. Crying really took it of you.

McGonagall had shown gratitude towards Ron and complimented him on his ability to trust his friends, but she had also warned him that if it ever occured again she might not be as tolerable.

He'd paled a little and only nodded at her, which might have been amusing to those watching but McGonagall was not one to underestimate.

They said goodbye to the Weasleys with a promise to visit soon, before the trio left the headmistress office. The tension between them was gone and a familiar quiet settled over them. There wasn't a need for more apologies, Harry knew Ron regretted his actions and for now that was all that mattered. He didn't need the stress that came with constantly worrying if Ron hated him or not. He didn't think so anyways.

It was closer to lunch time already and since they had been excused from their classes they headed directly towards the Great Hall. On their way there they passed some groups of students from various houses. No one really noticed them other than usual, at least students from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin didn't.

They were just turning the last corner before they could see the door to the Great Hall when they bumped into some Gryffindor students. At first nothing happened then they saw Ron stand behind Harry and in a second Harry was pulled by his hand harshly.

The students, which looked to be 5th years, had formed a sort of wall that closed Harry off from Ron. Even Hermione had been removed from Rons side. They had their wands drawn and pointed at Ron, where he stood gaping like a fish.

Ron had put one hand up in front of him and instinctively taken a step back, the other hand resting at his wand.

One heavy, quiet, tension loaded second went by before it was interrupted.

Harry was on the ground, heaving and almost sobbing because he laughed so hard.

Hermione joined in after she saw him and Ron soon followed. All three of them was gasping for air while the other students stood dumbstruck, not quite knowing what to do.

The commotion had drawn attention from students all around them and while some looked annoyed, other joined in and laughed they too at the sight of The Golden Trio nearly laughing themselves to death on the floor.

The wall of students that had formed in front of Harry quickly dispersed with embarrassed whispers. Once they were gone, the trio tried to calm down and stand up from the hard floor. Let's just say it took a few times, Harry fell back on his butt several times and each time he laughed even harder and it all created a circle of failing to get up.

When he once again failed to get up there was a voice behind him and it sent a tingle down his spine.

"Center of attention as always, Potter," Dracos voice was like music to his ears and he swooned for a second before he regained focus. He turned his head to look at the boy. He was wearing muggle clothes again, a pair of tight fitting black jeans just as yesterday although these had holes in the knees, and an emerald green sweatshirt. His hair wasn't styled today either and Harry began to wonder what had happened with the boy, the Draco he'd known would never leave his hair down and most certainly wouldn't wear muggle clothes.

Harry was about to answer something snarky when he noticed the smirk on Dracos face. In fact, Harry now noticed the lack of snark in the boys voice and how he didn't look down on Harry like he'd done years prior. Instead there was a playful aura around him and it clicked in his head that Draco had actually teased him.

This whole revelation made Harrys heart skip more than one beat it felt like, a happiness spread in his body and his grin widened without his permission.

To make the situation even more bizarre, Draco didn't stop walking but instead he came up to Harry and held out his hand.

It was at this moment, Harry knew. His heart had stopped.

It seemed as if the universe had frozen completely still, even though it probably was a mere second. Harry looked Draco in his eyes, those grey ones that he'd thought of oftentimes. Draco in turn cocked a brow at him, as if challenging him. If anything, Harry never said no to a challenge and he smirked at him as he grabbed Dracos hand.

Draco pulled him up to his feet and now they stood only a half arms length away from each other, staring into the others eyes. Harry broke the gaze and took a small step back from Draco as he let his hand fall away. His eyes was once again drawn to the boys clothes, he chuckled.

"What's up with the muggle clothes, Draco?" Harry smirked at the boy when he purposefully emphasized his name. At this Dracos eyes widened for only a second before his face settled back into a somewhat neutral expression. Though that small second was enough for Harry to know that it affected him, in what seemed in a good way at least.

"Why, I think I look pretty good, don't you Harry?" Draco answered innocently, his smirk though was nothing near that. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at him, mumbling a quiet touché under his breath. Draco seemed to have heard it because a small snicker escaped him. Harry looked up at the sound and a playful grin tugged at his lips.

They were both so lost in each other at that moment so when the giant door to the Great Hall opened, they both jumped a little at the noise. Harry was suddenly very aware of the stares directed at the two of them. Especially the stares of his two friends which stood a few meters away, when he saw them Hermione inclined her head towards the Great Hall. He nodded at her and sighed. He glanced at Draco and gave him a smirk before he started walking away.

He hadn't made it more than a few steps when a hand shot out and stopped him. Harry looked back at Draco with a surprised expression. His touch spread like electricity through Harrys body.

"Put that number to use would you," Draco said before he turned around and walked the other way, away from the Great Hall. His hand had lingered just a second at the tips of Harrys finger before he was gone. The tingling feeling slowly left him, to his dismay since he liked it a lot.

"I don't have a phone," Harry said to him, although he didn't know if he heard it or not. He sighed before he followed his friends into the Great Hall. He just then noticed how hungry he actually was. When he reached his friend he was immediately approached by Ron, who had an exasperated look on his face. Hermione looked amused and patted him on the back before speeding up a little so that she was walking a few steps ahead of them.

"Are. You. Serious?!" Ron whisper-shouted at him while he flailed his arms around. Harry shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile which just made Ron groan tiredly.

"Just, just keep walking," Ron said while pointing towards the Great Hall, "Bloody hell my best mate's crushing on Malfoy," Ron mumbled to himself while rubbing his eyes with one hand.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at him. He put an arm around Rons shoulders and dragged him with into the Great Hall where Hermione already sat and waited for them. Harry sat down across her while Ron took the seat next to her. The food in front of him looked absolutely divine and for the first time in the past months he ate without remorse.

Hermione noticed this and smiled to herself, he'd found something to feel happy about and she was damn well ready to fight anyone that tried to take it away from him.

Wow, I actually wrote and updated a chapter within 6 months this time! Lol, I hope you like it