A/N: [coughs] I am not sure how I feel about this little story, but it's more Haron and it's something when I haven't been posting anything. Found it in my SD card earlier and thought I'd post it. I dunno when I wrote it.
Notes: innuendos, fluff. As always.
"Gah! Ron, stop!" Harry yelped as Ron pinned him to the couch.
Harry was laughing breathlessly, his chest heaving. They'd gotten bored during Christmas break and ended up chasing each other around the Burrow, throwing socks at each other. The two of them received some odd looks from the other Weasleys and a wolf-whistle from the twins, embarrassingly enough.
"Never!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry barely stifled a giggle. The silliest image came to his mind in that moment. It was the Christmas spirit getting to him, he just knew it.
"Imagine, Sir Ronald in a painting alongside Sir Lancelot, attempting to lift your sword up and screaming "Never!" as you face a worthy first-year in a duel," Harry said, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.
Ron groaned and turned red, burying his face in Harry's neck.
"That is terrible. Harry, why must you ruin my self-esteem with these horrible images in my head?" Ron asked, sighing.
"You're too easy," Harry said, nuzzling his cheek against Ron's hair.
"I am not easy," Ron said heatedly, lifting his face mock-glare at Harry.
"Well, that's really debatable-" Harry started when an amused chortle stopped him.
"Oh, uh, hi Dad," Ron said, his voice an octave higher than it usually was. "Didn't see you there."
Ron's face was looking like it was trying to decide whether or not to flush or drain. It was very intriguing to watch, but Harry's heart was pounding when he realized that Arthur was watching them.
Harry craned his head back and saw Arthur sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room, sipping a cup of tea and smiling slightly.
"I think that was obvious," Arthur said. The man looked way too amused for the situation. Ron awkwardly crawled off of Harry, avoiding looking at his father the entire time. Harry coughed lightly.
"No, by all means, continue what you were doing, pretend I wasn't here at all," Arthur said, aloof, as he grabbed his tea cup and quietly left the room. He even shut the door behind him.
Harry glanced at Ron, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, and grabbed his boyfriend's hand. They were so much bigger than Harry's.
"Well. . . I think it's safe to say that your entire family now knows we're dating," Harry said lightly.
"Well, honestly Harry, that's a given," Ron replied immediately.
Harry breathed a laugh and felt something settle inside of him. He stared at Ron intently. His heart warmed in the way it only did when he saw Ron.
Ron stared back. The firelight was low and cast the most beautiful glow on Ron's skin and hair.
"I love you," Harry whispered.
"Good, because I love you too," Ron breathed.
They leaned forward at the same time, hands coming up to cup each other's faces and bodies bumping. Their lips met in a clumsy kiss.
It may have been influenced by the Christmas spirit, but Harry wouldn't take a moment of it back.