"Poetry"
Summary: An emotionally wounded Harry reads Ron poetry every night before bed.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling I did not write Harry Potter.
Warning: This is slash if it offends anyone then you need to learn to broaden your horizons. There are many types of love and it is ignorant to say that only one type is morally right.
Recently Harry's discovered poetry. Every night before they go to sleep Ron knows that Harry will take him in his arms and stroke his hair while he reads to him poems from the latest author. This week it is Robert Frost next week it will be Frank Bidart. The week after that who knows. Ron never listens to the words anyway. But Harry doesn't notice. Harry never notices anything anymore.
Harry speaks to know that he is alive. Ron doesn't know that much about poetry but as long as Harry continues to stroke his hair tenderly, and speak in low tones Ron is happy. To Ron this must be heaven.