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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That privilege lies
with J.K. Rowling. This story is not intended to break any copyright laws, nor
is it being used to make money.

Story Notes: Takes place during their fourth year, but not
meant to coincide with the events in �Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire;�
sort of an alternate universe, if you�d like.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Harry, Draco/Ron/Harry, maybe a
mention of Fred/George (hey, who can resist that?)

Rated: NC-17, eventually.

Contains: Romance, homosexuality, masturbation, sex,
profanity, and a right little bit of me showing off my astronomy knowledge
(stupid college�don�t they know that a little bit of knowledge can be a
dangerous thing in my hands???).

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�� October
thirty-first finally rolled around and all the students were eagerly awaiting
the Halloween Feast that was already being prepared for later that evening in
the Great Hall. If the students could see into the kitchens, they would be
witness to the many house elves scurrying around, whipping up intricate candies
and deserts, their only aim to please the hundreds of students who would
probably never appreciate all of their hard work. However, to the house elves,
that was not the point.

�� One
student, however, knew all about the work the house elves did, and was
vehemently trying to get the other students to understand as well and, if
anything, acknowledge it. Hermione Granger had been busy posting flyers up and
down the many corridors of the castle, each one denouncing the working conditions
of the house elves at Hogwarts and encouraging the students to stand up and do
something about it. It seemed as if S.P.E.W., which had gotten off to a rocky
and somewhat bleak looking start a few months before, would not die so easily.

�� After all
of her work on the morning of Halloween, Hermione returned to the Gryffindor
common room to relax for a few hours by curling up with a good textbook. She
figured she could at least get some translations done for Ancient Runes or
perhaps get a head start on the Astronomy project that was due in two weeks.
Upon climbing through the entrance hidden behind the portrait of the Fat Lady
on the seventh floor, Hermione was surprised to see Harry sitting at a table in
the common room doing homework.

�� Harry was,
in fact, working so intently that he did not notice Hermione walking across the
room to take the seat opposite him. She waited patiently while he finished
writing a sentence in his essay and then looked up to consider what point to
address next. He seemed somewhat startled to find Hermione sitting there
watching him, but recovered quickly.

�� When did
you get so sneaky?� He quipped.

�� She simply
smiled and replied, �I think it was all of those nights we went skulking around
underneath that invisibility cloak of yours.�

�� Touch�.�
Harry said while quirking his left eyebrow.

�� Hermione
suddenly changed gears and gave Harry a concerned look. �Harry,� she started,
but he cut her off.

�� I know
what you�re going to say Hermione, and I�ll save you the trouble. I�m not going
to talk to Ron.�

�� Hermione
looked slightly taken aback at Harry�s direct statement, but continued on
anyway. �But why not? Can you at least tell me that?�

�� A plaintive
look crossed Harry�s face for a moment, and Hermione thought she saw a shadow
of some sort pass over his eyes, but it was gone before she could be sure. �No,
I can�t; not right now at least. I�m sorry, Hermione. I really am.�

�� Hermione
seemingly acquiesced, but Harry knew it was not that simple, and that she had
not really given up. Hermione knew a lot of things, but �quitting� was simply
not in her vocabulary. Harry expected it would not be long before Hermione was
asking questions again, but he knew that he at least had some time while she
tried to lull him into a false sense of security.

�� After going
upstairs to the girls� dormitory to retrieve her school things, Hermione
returned with her bag and a couple of textbooks. Harry knew that those were not
the only ones she had, for if she had indeed tried to bring all of them down
the stairs, then he was sure she would have toppled over somewhere near the
middle of the staircase and there would have been a small avalanche of books
ending with Hermione buried in the rubble.

�� What�re
are you working on?� Hermione inquired while setting up her ink well, quill,
parchment, and array of books. By the time she was done, it seemed as if she
had pulled out a small portable office out of her bag.

�� Harry
glanced up from his essay and simply replied, �Astronomy.�

�� Oh! I was
thinking of getting a head start on that!� Hermione exclaimed, a light seeming
to shine in her eyes at the mere mention of completing schoolwork well in
advance. �Wait,� her reverence for academics interrupted, �why are you doing
this? It�s not due for two weeks!�

�� Harry
seemed to consider this for a moment before saying, �I�m going to be really
busy in the next few weeks and I wanted to get it done now.� It was half true,
as Harry would really be busy with Gryffindor�s first Quidditch match of the
season. They would be playing against Ravenclaw, and Angelina wanted them to be
ready for anything. And after the previous year�s incident with the dementors
appearing in the middle of the match, Harry wanted to prove to Cho Chang that
she was no match for him. However, the true reason he was working on the
assignment now was to finish it so that he did not have to continue working
with Ron; he was sure that the his former best mate would not mind.

�� This latest
Astronomy assignment kept them busy for the next few hours. They diligently worked
at recording the positions of several nebulae that were visible during this
part of the year. They were to have observed the nebulae and provided the
coordinates, along with sketches of the clouds, and calculations of the
distances to the nebulae. It really was not all that difficult as Professor
Sinistra had asked them to select only five nebulae from a list that she had
circulated and then look up the coordinates and information about the
magnitudes. The assignment was not so much observational as it was a scavenger
hunt in the library.

�� Harry had
already used his telescope to look at the nebulae the previous night and make
the sketches, and then decided to use this Saturday to finish the calculations.
Hermione it seemed was at about the same point in the assignment as he was and
was quickly breezing through the rest of it.

�� Did you
decide to do the extra credit?� She asked.

�� Harry shook
his head. �Nah, I couldn�t find it in my telescope.�

�� Hermione
took pity on him since he really did appear to be trying, unlike previous
years. She showed him her sketch and he was able to copy it with sufficient
changes so that Sinistra would not suspect anything. The extra credit was to
find the Spiral Nebula in Andromeda and explain why it was different from every
other nebula on this list of targets. Harry had no problem with that and set
off to finish the rest of the paper.

�� Is Ron
planning on coming to the feast with us?� Hermione asked a while later.

�� Harry had
to admit, she was good. She had casually worked in a question about Ron that he
could not easily dismiss without giving away how much or how little he was
upset with the boy. �I expect so. In fact, I�m going to go take a nap before
tonight. I�ll see you down here around seven then?�

�� And with
that, he packed up his things and trudged up the stairs. He entered his shared
room and went to set his bag down next to his bed. Ron was sitting on his bed
working on his schoolwork as well, but at the sight of Harry he started to get
up and make his way towards the door, his paper and quill left forgotten on his
bed.

�� Harry
decided that enough was enough, and Ron was going to talk about what had
happened all those weeks ago if Harry had to use the Cruciatus Curse to drag
the information out of him. Well, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration,
but he was still quite determined.

�� He pulled
his wand out of his pocket and flicked it in the direction of the door and
called out, �Colloportus!�

�� Ron�s eyes
went wide at Harry�s sudden show of power, and quickly turned back to his
nightstand to get his own wand and escape from the dormitory. Harry was too
fast for him though and pointed his own wand at the nightstand and said, �Accio
wand!� Ron�s wand promptly sailed through the air and straight into his
hand. He would have to remember to thank Hermione for teaching him the
ever-useful Summoning Charm after she had used it to play a joke on him and Ron
one evening in the common room shortly after arriving at the beginning of
September.

�� What are
you playing at?!?� Ron demanded.

�� Harry
stared at his friend for a moment and thought about his response for a moment
before replying, �I want to talk. We need to talk.�

�� A panicked
expression passed over Ron�s features, but was gone in a fraction of a second.
�I don�t know what you mean.� The words seemed forced and hurried. Harry could
tell he was nervous, and he momentarily pitied Ron, but his own anger at Ron�s
behavior overrode any sympathy he felt for him.

�� Harry
sighed and sat down on his own bed, expecting Ron to take a cue from him and
follow suit. When he did not, Harry said, �Sit down.� He thought about his
words carefully for a moment and considered how he was going to say what he
wanted. �I know you remember what happened in September. I know you remember
the��

�� Please
don�t say it!� Ron exclaimed.

�� Harry
stopped and considered Ron�s feelings for a moment before he started again. �I
know you remember what we did. And I need to know how you feel about it.�

�� Ron looked
away from him and did not respond. He seemed to be staring at a spot on the
floor slightly to the left of Harry�s foot. Some time later, Ron spoke up and
said, �I don�t know what to think of it.�

�� Harry had
to smile when he said, �Well, I think we�re on about the same footing then.�

�� He heard
Ron exhale sharply at this, and felt more hopeful when he said, �What now?�

�� Harry
considered this for a moment before replying. Those two words contained so much
meaning, and Harry wasn�t sure what to say in response. He has a point, what
do we do now? What happens after this? Are we still friends? Can we be more
than friends? What if something happens and it ruins our friendship? What if we
just stay friends? We�ll never find out what could�ve been otherwise. What
about Hermione? What will she think? Should we even tell her what happened? She
won�t give up�I can guarantee that. Harry�s reverie continued for a while
before he realized that Ron was waiting for an answer. �What now?� he
had asked.

�� I don�t
know,� was the only answer Harry could give. �I�m open to seeing what could
happen. But, it�s up to you. If you want, we can just stay friends and never
mention it again. But, if you�d like, we can see where it leads. Maybe we�ll
still just be friends in the end, but we�ll have the satisfaction of knowing
that that�s the way we were meant to be and we did not miss out on something
more.�

�� Ron was
considering these words before he answered, �I�I don�t know what I�m
comfortable with right now; how far I�m willing to go.�

�� Well, no
one�s forcing you to do anything, Ron! We don�t have to do anything you don�t
want to do.� Harry said.

�� Ron seemed
to be considering Harry�s words for a moment and then he said, �And if we end
up just being friends, that�s alright?�

�� Harry
nodded. He couldn�t explain the hopeful feeling he had inside, but he felt
absolutely euphoric at the idea that Ron was actually considering this. Harry
had never been in a relationship in all of his years here at Hogwarts, but he
was excited at the prospect. It may be a bit premature to be getting his hopes
up like this, but he wasn�t at all worried; he was too elated to be concerned
with something as trivial as the future.

�� Maybe we
can just see what happens I guess�it couldn�t hurt, really. Is that okay with
you?� Ron asked.

�� Yeah�um,
I�m glad we talked then,� Harry said. �Hermione was really starting to pester
me about why we were avoiding each other like the plague.�

�� Oh, shit,
Hermione! What�re we going to tell her?!?� Ron panicked.

�� Harry
laughed at Ron�s reaction to the mention of the other member of their trio. �I
have no idea, but I�m sure she�d be alright with it. Maybe we should wait and
see what happens between us first�no need to tell her about anything we�re not
sure of yet ourselves.�

�� Harry
returned Ron�s wand and quickly pointed his own at the look on the door while
muttering, �Alohomora!� This was immediately followed by a soft clicking
sound as the room was no longer sealed against outsiders and Ron was no longer
trapped inside. �Oh! Before I forget, we�re supposed to meet Hermione in a few
hours to go down to the Great Hall for the feast. I told her I was just going
to come up here for a nap,� Harry informed Ron.

�� Ron sighed
and looked back at the essay waiting for him on his bed covers. �You can go
ahead and sleep for a while then, I guess. I need to go to the library and look
up the coordinates for that Astronomy assignment.�

�� Harry had
nearly forgotten about the assignment that he had finished only a little while
ago. He went to his bag, retrieved the roll of parchment, and handed it over to
his friend. �I already finished it. We�re supposed to be partners in class,
right? Go ahead and copy down what I�ve gotten.�

�� Ron looked
surprised at this and gladly accepted the essay and began to copy the
information onto his own parchment. �I think I�m going to like this deal,
Harry!�

�� Harry
snorted at this statement and sat back down on his bed, chatting with Ron for
the next few hours before they were to meet Hermione. They had ignored each
other for so long that they had a lot of things to catch up on. They even
talked about how the next weekend was going to be the first Hogsmeade weekend
of the term and what they were going to do in the village. Hermione had already
informed each of them, separately of course as they had not consented to be in
the same room for more than two minutes before now, that she would not be going
with them as she had an exam in Arithmancy the following Monday and would be
using the weekend to study.

�� Does this
qualify as a date?� Ron asked Harry.

�� Harry
considered it for a moment and then replied, with as serious a face as he could
muster, �Yes, and you had damn well better be a gentleman Ronald Weasley. I
will not tolerate being escorted around Hogsmeade by an immature git.�

�� Ron stared
at him briefly with his mouth hanging somewhat open before he burst out into
laughter which earned him a smack to the head with a pillow that Harry had
banished towards him.

�� They
continued joking, laughing, and generally catching up until six thirty rolled
around, at which point they quickly donned their school robes and headed down
to the common room to meet Hermione. They did not have to wait for her very
long and, together, the golden trio walked down the stairs from the seventh
floor until they arrived in the Great Hall.��

�� Harry loved
the way the decorations looked at Halloween. The carved pumpkins floating in
midair with candles burning inside gave off most of the light in the hall,
which undoubtedly was somewhat eerie, but that was the point of Halloween
really. There were live bats flying around the room and soaring between
students, their little screeches scaring students as they flew right past their
ears. Dumbledore had even bewitched the ceiling to appear dark and stormy, with
lightening bolts arcing across the blackened sky, though Harry knew that the
weather outside was perfectly fine.

�� The three
friends took their customary seats about halfway down the Gryffindor table and
waited for the feast to begin. One by one, their other friends from their house
began to arrive, including Ron�s older brothers Fred and George, Angelina
Johnson, Katie Bell, Neville Longbottom, and many others. Soon the table was
teeming with starbing Gryffindors. And the other house tables were no
different. Hannah Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchley could be seen over at the
Hufflepuff table along with several other friends from their year, and a couple
of amicable Ravenclaws from their classes waved at them from their table. Of
course, the Slytherin students seemed to be bored with the entire event and were
trying to make it seem as if they considered it beneath them to even be in
attendance, but the rest of the students just found it easiest to ignore them.

�� During the
feast, when it became obvious that Harry and Ron were both in higher spirits
than either had been for the past few weeks and that they had begun talking
with each other again, Hermione smirked and commented, �I don�t know what
happened, but whatever it was, I�m glad it worked!�

�� Harry and
Ron both smiled and continued eating their ice cream and other assorted junk
food that would otherwise not be included in a normal dinner menu. Eventually,
Hermione raised her concern for the house elves as everyone around her groaned
at the mention of S.P.E.W. and there was somewhat of a hasty rearrangement of
students as the collection tin that Hermione had acquired was rattled in
everyone�s faces, eager for a sickle or two.

�� Unbeknownst
to everyone else, Harry and Ron took small chances when people at the table
were too busy being frightened by Hermione to briefly brush the backs of each
others hands or do something equally as affectionate and subtle. They were too
wrapped up in all of the new things happening in their lives that they did not
think that there could be students at other tables that may be able to see
them.

Draco Malfoy had had the same
reaction to Harry Potter as Harry had had when had first seen Ron at the
beginning of the school year. Of course, he would not admit this to anyone as
his feelings were of no one else�s concern. But, he did have to admit that the
summer holiday had been good for Harry�s development. He had spent the last few
weeks reconciling this with himself. At first, he had been disgusted that he
had had those thoughts about the boy who lived, but he had quickly gotten over
that. He had done a lot of thinking this past summer and had come to the
conclusion that a lot of the things he had said and done over the past three
years had been under the influence of his father, and he was now becoming his
own independent person. And now that he was his own person, he was free to
pursue anything he wanted, and he had discovered that what he wanted was Harry
James Potter. Recently, he had taken to watching the dark haired boy any chance
he got, especially at meal times as that was when he had to most time to watch
him and not suffer the consequences of lapses in attention to the rest of the
world like watching Harry in class might result in.

When he now saw Harry Potter and
Ron Weasley�s hands brush against each other for the briefest of moments, he
dismissed the action as simply an accident. However, when the same contact
happened a second time and then escalated to outright caressing, Draco
spit out the pumpkin juice that he had been drinking at the moment. The spray
of sweet, orange liquid splattered all over Pansy Parkinson who simply sat
there blinking in surprise. The rest of the students in the hall were not
stupid enough to provoke Pansy by laughing at her, but many wondered what had
happened to cause Draco to do something like that. She stared at him with
obvious malice, but simply cleaned herself up and let the incident pass.

The rest of the evening passed
pretty quickly for all of the students. Everyone appeared to be somewhat
saddened when Dumbledore announced that it was time for everyone to retire to
their respective common rooms. Draco stood with the rest of his fellow
Slytherins as they made their way down to the dungeons. He kept his gaze fixed,
however, on the pair of Gryffindors that he had been observing all night. The Halloween
Feast had been illuminating indeed as he had counted that Harry Potter and Ron
Weasley�s hands had intentionally touched a total of seventeen times. He
decided that, in true Slytherin fashion, he would begin planning on how to use
this new information he had discovered and found that his best opportunity to
exploit it would probably be the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend; he couldn�t wait.

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Author�s Notes: Wow, I did this all in one sitting. I�m
shocked. I decided to go ahead and get as much of this done as possible tonight
as I try to block the memories of my macroeconomics test out of my mind�perhaps
there will be a large curve.
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