Seeking Heat
Summary: Harry never asks for help, so Ron asks for it instead.
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Authors Note: This drabble was written as part of the drabble contest over at the triatharon community on Livejournal. The prompt was Adventure.
Ron wakes to the sound of chattering teeth. Alongside him Hermione shifts in her sleep and he squints his eyes in the darkness. Harry is shivering alone in the corner, shaking uncontrollably, and Ron's heart breaks at the sight.
Harry never asks for help, and Ron would never stop cursing those confounded muggles who taught him to hide his suffering. It doesn't matter what adventure they're on. It doesn't matter that the cave they huddle in is cold, and damp. It doesn't matter that warming charms, transfigured blankets, or even a simple muggle-made fire is out of the question so deep into Death Eater territory.
"Harry?"
"Yyy…yes, Ron."
"I'm still freezing over here, would you mind sharing your heat with me mate?"
Harry gets up without a word, pressing his body to Ron's and Ron holds him close, rubbing his shoulders until his shaking subsides.