A/N: This came from a meme on LiveJournal where you put your iPod on shuffle, and write a ficlet for the first ten songs that popped up. It can be any fandom, any pairing, whatever you want, but you only have the length of the song to write it. This drabble was done using the song "High" by James Blunt.
No matter how many times it happens, Ron still can never come to terms with the euphoria that Harry brings with him. Like something that had been mission for Ron's entire lift until that single moment, that moment when Harry had taken his face in his cool hands and brought him forward into a kiss that was both awkward and yet the most perfect thing he'd ever experienced.
Harry was perfect. The lines of his body were long and thin as they entwined with Ron's own, as that smooth cold skin pressed against each and every freckle like it mattered. Like it all mattered. All 8 years of their friendship summed up with a moment.
Sometimes Ron doubts, or worries about Harry finding someone who he really deserves… because Ron doesn't deserve Harry, doesn't deserve this brightness and this perfection and the clinging, gasping, pulsing warmth with each orgasm. But Harry refuses to listen. Says he loves him, wants him, wants to care for him and be taken care of by him, wants to sweep him up and take him away so he will never think those thoughts again.
Ron wakes up from his nightmares with Harry by his side. Kisses him in the dark of midnight rain. Peels clothes away under the heat of sheets.
Nothing could have been more perfect than this.