Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just this little plunny.
Warning: Mild Slash
Summary: Harry and Ron are on the hunt for the Horcruxes.
December 14th:
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
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"I hate this Ron," Harry murmured into the red-head's chest as they sat together on the small sofa found in their magically enforced tent.
"I know Harry, I hate it too but we're going to survive this, and then next year we can have a proper Christmas." Ron replied pulling the smaller teen closer to him as he felt his shirt dampening and herd the telltale sounds of Harry's crying.
"How can you say that Ron, you can't know if we'll survive this. Oh Merlin I don't think I could live if I lost you," Harry whispered as he sobbed into his lover's chest.
"I'm not going anywhere Harry. I'll be right beside you the whole time."
"That's what Hermione said, just before..." Harry replied looking up into the beautiful blue eyes of the man he loved.
"I promise; wild horses couldn't drag me away from you, let alone a bunch of low-life Death Eaters."
"I love you," Harry whispered as he leant up to kiss Ron, but just as their lips were about to meet the alarm sounded.
"The wards," Ron whispered as the pair scrambled to get up, wands out prepared to fight the Death Eaters that had somehow discovered their location.
"I love you too Harry," Ron stated as he pulled Harry in for a quick chaste kiss before they found themselves under a barrage of spells praying to Merlin or whatever force was out there that they would both make it through this.
So there's the next one. God I was practically crying as I wrote this, so sad. Anyway, comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.
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