So this story has been sort of playing out in the back of my head for a while. It's dark and sad to begin with, but gets a lot lighter and happier. I really wanted it to be realistic with the way that I picture Ron and Harry actually acting if they were a couple. I tried to not be too out of character for any of them, except that they are a little more mature because they are older. This story does take place after the war and follows the last book, however: it does not (obviously) acknowledge the epilogue. This is a story about the life of Ron and Harry after the war. It is slash and is rated T for language use. I'd really like constructive criticism and reviews, if possible!
Okay, so as a disclaimer, I own nothing. Happy reading, lovelies!
Chapter 1: All They Wanted
All they wanted was a child. A child to love. A child that would be actually made from the two of them. Red hair. Green eyes. Heart of a lion. Loveable as all get out.
All they wanted was a child. They shared more love for each other than most people they'd ever met and they could share that love with a child. They could love a child and provide the best family that had ever existed and they wanted to. They wanted a family. They just wanted a child.
So, as they held a little three-hour old baby girl in their arms, rocking her and cooing at her, promising her their love until the end of time, they allowed themselves to revel in the fact that they were getting their child.
And two days later, as the child's birth mother cried, holding one of each of their hands in each of her own, apologizing to them for putting them through it all, Ron Weasley looked at Harry Potter with a blazing look in his eyes, promising silently that they would recover.
All they wanted was a child. But in this world, for these two husbands, a child was not something that they could have.
"Where are you?" Hermione Granger called as she walked into the flat of her two best friends. "Honestly, boys, I know that you are here. Where are you?" She walked up the small staircase and down the hall to the very last door on the right. She stopped and closed her eyes tightly, holding back her own tears as she listened to the sobbing coming from the other side of the door. She took a deep breath and put her hand on the doorknob. "Boys, I'm coming in."
While it didn't shock her, the sight in front of her made the already large lump in the back of her throat hurt more and she gave in, letting silent tears fall freely while she knelt down on the floor with her arms open wide, wrapping herself around her raven-haired best friend as he completely lost himself. He was sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, sheets tangled around him, shirtless wearing only striped pajama pants. He was nothing short of devastated and was holding nothing back at this point. He didn't fight Hermione's hug, but he didn't pull her tighter either.
"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked quietly.
"He's getting rid of everything," Harry whispered as he tried to calm his sobs. Saying this out loud, though, just ended up putting him right back at the start and the sobs were calm no longer. Hermione stood and went to the bathroom through the door adjacent to the door that went to the hallway where she'd entered, grabbing tissues to bring back for Harry. She turned back to re-enter the room, but stopped when she saw the door to hallway open and Ron step into the bedroom. He was also wearing pajama pants, and his plain white v-neck was dusty. Hermione presumed the dust was from the attic where he'd probably taken all of the baby items. In two strides, Ron had reached Harry, sat beside him, and gathered him up into Ron's lap. His face looked haunted and red and his eyes were slightly swollen- from crying, she assumed. He kissed Harry's forehead and rocked them, staring unblinkingly at the wall over Harry's head.
Hermione walked back into the room and again knelt down at the foot of the bed. She put one hand on Ron's shoulder, laying her head on it, and the other hand she slithered to Ron's stomach searching for Harry's hand. He allowed her to hold his hand, but buried his face in Ron's neck, his whole entire body shaking. She leaned up and watched Ron's blank expression as he still stared at the wall. She put her hand on his chin and kissed his cheek. After a moment he finally looked down at her, his eyes full of emotions that Hermione could only try to comprehend. She nodded her head at him, forcing herself to continue staring into his haunted eyes. She tried to ignore the tears as they fell silently from her eyes and down her cheeks. She may have ignored them, but Ron didn't. He closed his eyes and let tears of his own rain down. When he opened them back up he looked again at Hermione's eyes. She wiped his face half-heartedly and stood to remake the large bed that was devoid of sheets and blankets, pillows, and quilts. She raised her wand and allowed her magic to take over. Once the bed was made, she walked back to her best friends and kissed them each on the top of their heads. She left the room, closing the door behind her and retreating back to the front room. She went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, letting herself sob.
She sobbed for the little girl that would never know the life she could have had with the two best fathers in the world. She sobbed at the memory of the look in Ron's eyes. She sobbed at the fact that she couldn't fix this for them, no matter how many books she read. She sobbed for the selfishness that lay within her heterosexual privilege of being able to have children of her own with her partner. She sobbed for the mother that couldn't give up her daughter. But mostly, Hermione Granger sobbed because after years of hell and years of war and after finally saving the world, the only thing in the world her two best friends wanted was a child.