Lips leave
light in dark places
+ what makes your heart beat
faster.by littlelesslostboys.DISCLAIMER:
I wish.
Harry Potter/Ron
Weasley.
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Their first kiss was clumsy, messy and nowhere near what they expected. It was in a cave, just off the coast of Bournemouth, and it was raining. Ron had muttered something about 'typical english weather' and Harry had almost laughed. Hermione, encased in her transfigured blanket and warming charm, was somewhat near asleep, but Harry could do anything but. His mind was on Voldemort, as it usually was these days, and Ron's was on Harry. So they sat, shivering, at the mouth of the rock, watching the water drip over dusty stone and puddle into a crevice way down below.
"Do you think we're close?" Ron said, idly, tracing wet rock into mud against the wall, "To V -- Vol -- You-know-who I mean."
"You can say his name now, you know," Harry laughed, and shook his head when Ron just looked a mix of flustered and persistant, "And I really don't know. We still need the last horcrux - I know Hermione says she thinks she knows where it is, and she hasn't been wrong yet but --"
"You're not doing it alone," Ron interrupted, "I know what you're thinking. The -- the last battle. I meant what I said, too. Remember? We're with you whatever happens. I -- I can't speak for Hermione, but we're your friends, and we've been through it all. I'm not letting you do it alone, at least."
Harry's face turned a shade paler, confusion bubbling behind his eyes.
"Just -- just thought you should know," Ron muttered under his breath, and moved closer, their hands barely brushing.
And then they kissed. Or at least, tried to. Ron leaned forwards just as Harry tilted his head to the side and their lips mashed against cheeks and necks. They both blushed, Harry placed a hand on Ron's face and they tried again. Teeth scraped together and saliva left sticky trails down both of their chins. Hands got into awkward places, and Harry got a knee to his stomach when Ron got a bit over-excited. Tongues didn't quite match and Ron nearly gagged once or twice when Harry pushed his forward a bit too eagerly. But they kept kissing.
For all they'd imagined it to be. For all they'd wanted it to be - it didn't matter. Because in the middle of a war, this was one thing they could call theirs and nobody could ever doubt them.