Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: Set during The Half-Blood Prince after Dumbledore's death but before his funeral. First time writing for this pairing! Hope you like it!
Ron Weasley was Harry Potter's best friend, to put it simply. In reality, the bond between them was much more. Ron loved Harry, was in love with him.
Ron knew everything about Harry. He knew that Harry loved treacle tart, that he'd never really fancied Cho Chang, and other things. He could tell when Harry's scar had been hurting or when he was feeling like everything was hopeless. Ron could just look into his eyes and know.
Harry's eyes were gorgeous and very readable. When Harry was happy, they would lighten and Ron could feel himself brightening. When Harry was angry, they would darken to a deep forest green and Ron would feel sorry for whoever was receiving that gaze. Ron could see in his eyes when Harry was scared or sad. When that happened, Ron would just wrap his arms around Harry and hold him.
That was happening right now. Harry was staring at the fire in the common room, Ron walked down the stairs leading to their dormitory and sat beside him. When Ron looked into his eyes, he could see the fear.
Ron said, "Harry, what's wrong?"
He looked up from the fire. "It's nothing, Ron."
Ron wrapped both his arms around Harry. "Harry, don't lie to me. I'm your best mate. Tell me."
Harry's words rushed out. "We're it, Ron. We don't have any support. The Ministry will fall to him now that Dumbledore's dead. The D.A. and the Order, that's our army. He's got giants and werewolves and who knows what else! I'm alone Ron. I have to face him by myself. And you and Hermione, you might be my best friends but you'll get hurt if you stay that way! I need to let you guys go but I can't. Help me, Ron! Leave. Take Hermione with you. Don't talk to me or even look at me anymore. I can't handle it Ron! I can'..."
"Shut it, you arse! I'm with you until the end! I won't let you go off on your own! I don't know about Hermione but I won't abandon you! I'll be fighting anyway, so I might as well stay with you." Ron interrupted, his famous temper making an appearance.
"Do you mean that?" Harry said, his eyes lightening a bit.
Ron laughed and kissed his hair affectionately. "Of course you git! Now come upstairs. Even The Boy Who Lived needs his sleep."
Harry grinned at him and his eyes were light again. "Thanks Ron. You're a great friend." They walked up the stairs together.