Author's Note: Just a little drabble. Enjoy! xx
"Harry, do you have a death wish?"
"No."
"Then get a bloody move on!"
Ron threw the green, knitted jumper that Harry was looking for at him and stalked from the bedroom into the kitchen.
Ignoring the mess that littered the counters, he collapsed onto the sofa with a frustrated sigh and checked his watch. He groaned. They were so dead.
He looked around the flat he shared with Harry and ran his fingers through his trademark red hair. The place could really do with a clean. Maybe Hermione could be persuaded to…no chance. Smirking, he checked his watch again and rolled his eyes.
"Harry!" he called.
"I'm coming! Calm down!"
"I will once we're safely at the Burrow, as far as way from Mum as possible,"
"She's not that bad," Harry said as he appeared, kneeling down on the carpet to pull on his mismatched socks.
"Do you really want to face her when we're," he checked his watch again, "14 minutes late?"
Harry paused in his sock putting-on.
"Good point."
Ron tutted and hurled Harry's shoes at the man's mop of a head; he raised his arms up defensively and toppled backwards with a resounding thump.
"Oi! And this is helping things how?" he said, rubbing his behind. Ron shrugged.
"I get some satisfaction from it,"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, thanks mate,"
"It's what I'm here for," grumbled Harry.
Ron watched Harry tie his shoelaces and blow a lock of jet black hair out of his eyes. That damned hair. His gaze flicked to Harry's pursed lips and the exasperated look in his eyes as he lifted a hand up to rub his forehead.
Maybe he'd thrown the shoes a little too hard.
He offered a hand out to Harry, who looked up at him raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry," Ron said quietly.
Losing the serious face, Harry quirked his lip and took Ron's large hand and allowed himself to be hoisted up. He braced himself by placing his other hand on Ron's chest, causing their bodies to become rather close together. They just gazed at each other for a moment, their hands still clasped; their eyes not quite saying anything, yet saying everything.
"We'd better get going," Harry said almost inaudibly.
"Yeah, we're late enough as it is," Ron paused and smiled, "I wonder how long they'll take to notice?"
Harry matched his wide grin.
"Hermione will notice first, definitely,"
"No way," Ron shook his head, "it'll either be Ginny or Mum,"
"Five sickles?"
"You're on."
Everyone was surprised when George was the first to notice the engagement ring on Harry's finger.
And even more surprised that Ron had actually had the courage to propose in the first place.