Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Note: Non-magical AU.
In-between the Red and Green
"A room for you and your boyfriend," the lady behind the counter smiled, sliding them a golden key.
The lanky redhead towered easily over his companion. Freckles mapped intangible constellations on his pale complexion, clear eyes reflecting the magnificent blue of vast skies. The dark head of his partner only reached his shoulders. The height difference was almost comical, even a bit adorable.
Summer green eyes stared at her, unimpressed, before Harry and Ron shared an unreadable look.
"We're brothers," Harry said bluntly. In everything but blood, but it was funny (a bit insulting really that people thought his tastes were that low as to date Ron) when people assumed they were a couple.
The woman flushed, red flooding her cheeks as she stuttered her apologies. The two grabbed the key, leaving her to stew in her embarrassment.
Harry listened to the music blaring through the headphones, fiddling with the phone propped on the stand. He pressed a button, changing the loud guitar solo to calm piano music.
A familiar weight settled on his head.
He instinctively looked up. Ron shot him a wide grin, only to be greeted with a scowl.
Connecting another jack to the same system, Ron slipped the headphones on, pulling a face at the music choice. He pressed a button, grinning when furious drumming and screeching guitars came on. Nodding his head to the heavy beat, Ron startled when soft violins replaced angry rock.
Raising an eyebrow, Ron reached over to change the music when his hand was snatched in a warning grip.
"Try me," Ron mouthed before slamming his palm over the button.
What commenced was nothing short of a battle filled with shoves, prods, and pokes. A tickle war even broke out, leaving Harry breathless with laughter. For every inch one gained as they butted heads and smashed shoulders, an inch was lost as one fell victim to the other's tactics. And finally, Harry had enough as he launched himself at Ron's back, hanging on for dear life as their headphone wires got tangled together and they both fell.
"This is all your fault."
"Me? You started it!" Ron said indignantly.
"Well now I have a headache," Harry grumbled, stubbornly staring across the street and refusing to look in Ron's direction. The two had unceremoniously been thrown out of the electronics store by the scruffs of their shirts, and the burly security guard was eyeing them from his position by the door.
A silence settled between the pair, before a "you wanna get some ice cream" broke it.
Harry shrugged.
"Sure."
I'm curious. How tall do you think Harry and Ron are in the books? Rowling never explicitly stated their heights, but she did drop hints here and there.