Enojy!
Not So Bad.
Ron watched his reflection grimace in the mirror.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, walking into the bathroom.
"There are more of them." Ron complained.
"More what?" Harry asked over his shoulder.
"Freckles."
"Oh?" Harry exclaimed, rubbing an eye with the heel of his hand.
"Harry, you know that I hate my freckles."
"I like your freckles," Harry replied simply.
Ron frowned and watched as Harry's reflection joined his in the mirror.
Harry wrapped his arms around Ron's middle and a kissed a freckle on his shoulder.
"Harry, what are you…?"
"I told you I liked your freckles and I meant it." Harry said. He moved to kiss another freckle along Ron's shoulder blade but ended up yawning instead. "I'm going back to bed," he announced covering his mouth with a hand.
Ron watched a sleepy Harry stalk away before turning to look back into the mirror and smiled. "Maybe they're not so bad after all."
Fin.
