SEVEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT by EGGBERT.
Summary: It's New Year's Eve and Harry's trying to muster the courage to kiss Ron for the first time. Short and completely fluffy.
Rating: Just PG. A kiss is just a kiss.
Spoilers: Nope.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're JKR's.
A/N. This is a challenge fic and if it was posted any later it would be in time for next New Year (mumblemumbleappendocectomiesmumblemumble). Isn't real life a bummer at times?
Dedication: To Lynda, my SCB. With love for the new list.
" You want to go easy on that stuff. " said Ron raising an eyebrow as I swallowed the last of my glassful of elderflower wine. " Dad makes it and it's lethal. "
We're in the garden of The Burrow and it's almost midnight. The tables groan with plate after plate of Mrs Weasley's excellent cooking, Fred and George have charmed some Muggle fireworks and all the Weasleys are there to help bring in the New Year.
We have much to celebrate. Voldemort is gone for good and the entire wizarding world can breathe again. And I'm in love with my best friend.
He knows there's something up, I'm so bloody clumsy around him these days he's started to call me Neville. And he laughs, but I can see a different truth in his eyes. It's up to me to make the first move which is why I'm bolstering myself with Dutch courage in the magically-warmed garden, awaiting the start of the party.
We chat about inconsequential things and I keep glancing at my watch. Four minutes to go. Unconsciously I lead Ron over to the relative privacy of the gnarled oak tree, burbling some utter tripe about how it might rain.
He frowns and takes my hands in his.
" Harry, what the hell's wrong with you? "
I feel my cheeks flush with heat. I wanted to build up to this moment but I'm not being given the chance.
" Ronithinkiloveyou "
His brown eyes open wide at the utter rubbish I've just uttered.
" What? "
I have no control over my traitorous tongue so I do the next best thing. I lean in and press my lips to his.
It should have been awkward. It should have been clumsy and I should have missed the petal-soft skin of his mouth. Ron should have shoved me away; he shouldn't have wrapped his arms around me to stop me from falling.
Instead it was bliss. I feel as if I had finally come home as my lips warm against his before he finally pulls away.
" Harry...what on earth..."
" I love you, Ron. I had to do that so that when you tell me I'm disgusting and push me away I'll always have the memory of that kiss." Finally I had my tongue under control.
His expression is one I had never dared to expect, not even in my most erotic dreams.
" Oh, Harry. You're such an idiot. I thought you'd realised."
" Realised what? "
" That I love you as well. And I have done for the longest time. "
" Really? "
His beautiful smile broadens. " Really really. "
His arms tighten round my waist and it seems the most natural thing in the world for my arms to slide round his neck. We're so close I can feel his heart, thundering in tandem with mine.
" I don't think we got that kiss quite right. " he says, a teasing light in his eyes. " Shall we try again? "
We never heard the bells from the village church chime in the New Year. We never stirred when one of Fred and George's enchanted fireworks shot past us like a rogue bludger, missing us by a hairsbreadth. I open my eyes to see the world had become a place of light and colour as the sparks rain down from the heavens, turning Ron's fair skin the colour of a stained-glass window as we continue to kiss under the tree.
Only a need for oxygen interrupts us but even them I will not leave the shelter of his embrace. Now that I have Ron, the deepest desire of my heart, I need never be lonely again.
He smiles at me and whispers " Happy New Year. "
Summary: It's New Year's Eve and Harry's trying to muster the courage to kiss Ron for the first time. Short and completely fluffy.
Rating: Just PG. A kiss is just a kiss.
Spoilers: Nope.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're JKR's.
A/N. This is a challenge fic and if it was posted any later it would be in time for next New Year (mumblemumbleappendocectomiesmumblemumble). Isn't real life a bummer at times?
Dedication: To Lynda, my SCB. With love for the new list.
" You want to go easy on that stuff. " said Ron raising an eyebrow as I swallowed the last of my glassful of elderflower wine. " Dad makes it and it's lethal. "
We're in the garden of The Burrow and it's almost midnight. The tables groan with plate after plate of Mrs Weasley's excellent cooking, Fred and George have charmed some Muggle fireworks and all the Weasleys are there to help bring in the New Year.
We have much to celebrate. Voldemort is gone for good and the entire wizarding world can breathe again. And I'm in love with my best friend.
He knows there's something up, I'm so bloody clumsy around him these days he's started to call me Neville. And he laughs, but I can see a different truth in his eyes. It's up to me to make the first move which is why I'm bolstering myself with Dutch courage in the magically-warmed garden, awaiting the start of the party.
We chat about inconsequential things and I keep glancing at my watch. Four minutes to go. Unconsciously I lead Ron over to the relative privacy of the gnarled oak tree, burbling some utter tripe about how it might rain.
He frowns and takes my hands in his.
" Harry, what the hell's wrong with you? "
I feel my cheeks flush with heat. I wanted to build up to this moment but I'm not being given the chance.
" Ronithinkiloveyou "
His brown eyes open wide at the utter rubbish I've just uttered.
" What? "
I have no control over my traitorous tongue so I do the next best thing. I lean in and press my lips to his.
It should have been awkward. It should have been clumsy and I should have missed the petal-soft skin of his mouth. Ron should have shoved me away; he shouldn't have wrapped his arms around me to stop me from falling.
Instead it was bliss. I feel as if I had finally come home as my lips warm against his before he finally pulls away.
" Harry...what on earth..."
" I love you, Ron. I had to do that so that when you tell me I'm disgusting and push me away I'll always have the memory of that kiss." Finally I had my tongue under control.
His expression is one I had never dared to expect, not even in my most erotic dreams.
" Oh, Harry. You're such an idiot. I thought you'd realised."
" Realised what? "
" That I love you as well. And I have done for the longest time. "
" Really? "
His beautiful smile broadens. " Really really. "
His arms tighten round my waist and it seems the most natural thing in the world for my arms to slide round his neck. We're so close I can feel his heart, thundering in tandem with mine.
" I don't think we got that kiss quite right. " he says, a teasing light in his eyes. " Shall we try again? "
We never heard the bells from the village church chime in the New Year. We never stirred when one of Fred and George's enchanted fireworks shot past us like a rogue bludger, missing us by a hairsbreadth. I open my eyes to see the world had become a place of light and colour as the sparks rain down from the heavens, turning Ron's fair skin the colour of a stained-glass window as we continue to kiss under the tree.
Only a need for oxygen interrupts us but even them I will not leave the shelter of his embrace. Now that I have Ron, the deepest desire of my heart, I need never be lonely again.
He smiles at me and whispers " Happy New Year. "