Morning
Waking up to red hair and the smell of warm cinnamon is the most amazing thing in the world. We have been spending summers together for the past 5 years but this is the first one we will be together for. We have had many first together. Everything we went through, we went through together. And now we are falling in love together. I love him. I know I do. And I know he loves me. And it's not because he said so last night, but because of the way touches me. The way he looks at me. Not much has changed between us. We still act like we did before, we talk to each other the same and fight the same, we just make up differently.
Beside me, I feel him stirring. Somehow he always knows when I wake up.
"'Morning" he says lazily, smiling at me. "Did ya sleep while?"
"Mmmmm… yeah, I did." I hum, running a hand across his bare chest, "To bad I have get up and be productive now." I roll at out bed as I speak and I can feel his eyes following me as I walk naked across the room to find my clothes.
"You're beautiful." Where did that come from?
"What?"
"You are bloody beautiful."
"Ronald! Language!" I say, and we smile at each other and laugh.
Laughter aside his comment makes me self conscious. I don't know why but to have him looking at me like that and to have him examining me makes me feel shy and unsure. I turn around trying to cover myself while I finish finding a clean outfit to wear. "Come here." There's that smile. That sly smile that tells me that he has something up his sleeve.
"What do you want? I have to get down stairs. You mum is waiting for me." He stands up and moves over to me. Grabbing my writs and pulling me to him. "Ron." I say knowing full well what he is trying to do but not really wanting to stop him.
"Come 'ere and kiss me." I give in and kiss him. It's soft and quick and nothing special but it's full of love and I wouldn't have it any other way. "You are the most beautiful thing on this planet." He kisses me again and it's full of passion and lust and longing and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"I really have to get down stairs now" I don't want to go but I know if I don't I'll be paying for it later. Molly has us cleaning Number 12 from cellar to rafters, again. Ron huffs and drops his hands to his side and watches me as I finish getting dressed. He slips on a pair of jeans and follows me down the stairs.
"Good morning boys" Molly says as we walk into the kitchen. We seem to be the first ones up today. "Did you sleep while?" I look over at Ron and he smiles.
"Yeah, Mum, we did." Ron's hand finds my back as we stand there exchanging morning pleasantries with his mother. Something surges through me and I become confident and brave like a true Gryffindor.
"Molly, Ron and I have something we need to talk to you about." I say pulling out a chair for her.
"What is it Harry dear?"
"Harry, do you really want to do this now?" Ron obviously didn't get the bravery memo. I put my hand on his bare chest and smile at him.
"Ronnie, what is it?"
"Well Mum," Ron takes a deep breath and sits across from her. "It's…well….it's kind of hard to talk about." He can't even look her in the eye. I don't know what he is so worried about. I think it's going to be fine.
"Oh come now. Nothing is too hard to talk about with your mother. Harry sit down. No need to hover over Ron's shoulder." Molly indicates the seat next to her and I sit down. Now that I'm at I level with Molly I start to get nervous. This must be why all the kids like being so much taller then their mother.
"You have to promise us not to get worked up over this." I never really thought about how Molly would react but I suppose it will be just like any other time. I see tears in my near future.
"Is this about the girls?" She says looking from me to Ron. "Have you two done something to upset Ginny and Hermione again?"
"No Mum. It's nothing like that. This is about…. Me and… well… its about me and Harry." Ron's ears are pink and Molly seems to be forming some sort of idea in her head. We may not even have to tell her at all.
"Do you boys have questions then?"
"Questions? What do you mean?" Ok, so maybe I was wrong.
"You know, Questions about… sex and the sort." Now Molly's ears were pink. "Because you know that I am always here for you boys, but are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable talking to your father?"
"No, Molly we don't have questions. We just need to tell you something." I can tell by the look on Ron's face that I am going to have to be the one to tell her. "Molly, Ron and I… you see… we have… well we think that… no we know that we're…"
"Harry dear, what is it? Come now, spit it out." I wish she weren't looking at me. I feel like I'm about to tell her that I've broken her favorite dish and can't fix it.
"Harry and I fancy each other, Mum. We have to a while now and we think it's time you know." Well now he makes it seem so easy.
"Oh my. I think I need some tea. Harry, would you mind?" Her face is flushed and she seems to be having trouble breathing. I stand up quickly, glad for something to do. Anything so as I don't have to be sitting still waiting for her to say something about what we just told her.
"Mum, are you ok? I didn't mean to upset you. It's just not something that you can say with out being blunt. Mum? Come on, you must have seen it coming right? Mum?" Ron looks more worried now then he did before we told her.
"Yes, Son, I'm fine. I just didn't expect it, that's all." Ron reaches over and takes his mothers hand. There is a moment shared between mother and son and I turn away, giving them some privacy, to ready the tea. "Harry." I turn back around and see a tear falling from her eye. "Forget the tea. Come and hold my hand. I want to sit with my boys." I slowly make my way back over to the table and sit down next to Molly, taking her hand in mine.
"Are you sure you are alright Molly? I know that this isn't an easy thing to hear from your youngest son, or well any son, but I love him. I really do, Molly." I hope she can tell that I mean it. I hope Ron can tell I mean it.
Molly is the only real mother I have ever known. She will never take the place of my Mum, but she makes things easier and I know she loves me as her own. And I would like to think that if she could have; my mum would have chosen Molly to be this person in my life. I'm finding it hard to think that even in the slightest way I have let her down or hurt her. But as she looks into my eyes and into the eyes of her son, I can see only love and pride.
"Be gentle with love boys, it is a very precious thing."