I don't own Harry Potter, and you should know that.
Written for the fastest challenge by A Sirius Crush on Moony. No time to go into more, the clock is ticking : )
"Bloody Hell!" Ron yelled out while reaching for his pants that had been discarded on the floor the night before. "I'm going to be late, Hermionie is going to kill me!"
"She's not going to kill you." Harry murmured back, his eyes still closed as he lay beneath the blankets. Ron rolled his eyes while still trying to find his pants.
"Easy for you to say, your Harry Fucking Potter, nobody is going to be mad at the man who killed Voldemort for being a few minutes late. I however will most definitely be getting in trouble if I don't leave now." Harry finally opened his eyes, a lazy grin gracing his features.
"Come back to bed Ron, I'll tell Hermionie you were helping me with an important Auror case, she'll forget about this in no time." Ron once again rolled his eyes before turning to face his best friend, and on every other night something more. Harry sat up straighter, the blanket sliding off on its own revealing a very much still naked Harry Potter. Harry couldn't help but laugh as a crimson blush spread across Ron's cheeks.
"Oh Ron, it's so adorable when you blush like that. Does Hermionie know how much of a prude you are." Ron only blushed darker before turning around quickly in search of his pants once more. Ron didn't trust himself to speak when Harry was like this. Harry could only chuckle before laying down once more, his eyes focused on the ceiling above. His face became contemplative making Ron wonder what exactly the man was thinking. With a sigh of relief he found his pants, which were luckily located near the shirt he was going to need as well. Now all he needed was to meet with Hermionie so they could go over plans for their wedding next weekend. A cold chill swept through him as he thought of that but like every time he ignored it. Everything was ready to go, he couldn't back out now.
"I think she knows." Harry's voice was quiet and at first Ron didn't think he heard.
"Knows what?" Ron asked stupidly while tugging the black shirt over his head. Harry tilted his head casually, that lazy smile returning.
"About us of course."
"Oh." Ron didn't know how else to respond. His silence didn't seem to bother Harry who returned to staring intently at the ceiling.
"Er…did something happen?"
"Just some offhanded remarks here and there."
"Oh." Ron stood silently for a moment while trying not to let the fear of what this could mean show.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it Ron, nobody is going to believe her anyway. The Wizarding World knows how crazy she is." Ron nodded dumbly before looking around once more to make sure he had everything.
"Right…well uh…I should go Hermionie is waiting." Harry glanced over, the contemplative look back in place leaving Ron feeling oddly confused.
"Sure…same time next week?" Ron almost agreed out of habit before stopping himself.
"The wedding…I'll be on my honeymoon." Harry said nothing at first before rolling over and pulling the covers over him once more.
"Right…tell Hermionie I said hi." Ron nodded slowly before walking towards the fireplace to leave.
"Goodbye then." Harry said nothing as Ron walked through the fire. There really was nothing else to say.