Rating: (hard)PG-13
Paring: Guess.
Summery: Last night of 4th year...
Hello, you guys. Here a fic for ya'll. Believe it or not I got the
idea when I started to read the "Platform 9 and 3/4ths" fic
by `punkzelldincht',so thank you. It's short, but sweet, just how I
wanted it. It got kinda… out of hand. But I got it back on course.
So, let me know what you think, and enjoy.
Oh, remember, this has been spell checked but not Beta-ed, so be
gentle. I wrote this twenty minuets ago.
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"Out of pain will come beauty..."
I found Harry sitting alone in the common room. This was
uncommon (heh, heh) especially because it was the night before we
were to leave Hogwarts for the summer. "Harry?" I asked, he didn't
move, he seemed lost in thought.
I took the seat next to him and said nothing. I sat there
watching him for a while; he still didn't seem to notice me. "Harry?"
I said much softer and reached out my hand to Harry's shoulder. Harry
jumped, which made me jump and he looked at me, seeing me for the
first time since I entered the room ten minutes ago.
"Oh, hi." He said, still looking down at his shoeless
feet. "How ya holding up?" I asked, not realizing how stupid it
sounded until it escaped my lips. I was almost grateful when he said
nothing. It was then I realized I still had my hand on his shoulder
and I removed it a bit too quickly. Harry looked at me and I nearly
burst into tears and his expression.
I put my hand back into it's proper place on Harry's
shoulder, suddenly feeling I would do anything to make him feel
better. "Harry… I…."
It was if the floodgates had been opened Harry threw himself
on be, his arms around me, sobbing silently into my shoulder. I was
suddenly reminded of Winkey sobbing in the school kitchens. I
suddenly felt very awkward, but I put a comforting hand on his back
anyway. "I-It's all my fault…"
"No, no Harry… it's…" I tried to find the words, but nothing
came. I just held him and for now that seemed to be enough. "It'll
never be the same," he said.
"What?" I asked
"This… all of this, we…"
"Shhh," I whispered, stroking his hair. "It'll be all right, Harry.
It'll be all right."
I kissed his forehead. I don't know what made me do it. I kissed his
forehead, then his cheeks, tasting his tears. He continued to cry and
continued to hold on to me.
Our lips touched gently at first, almost accidentally -- and then
suddenly, we were kissing each other with desperate passion, our
tongues sliding into each others' mouths – our arms pulling each
other closer. I don't know where it came from, but suddenly we were
locked into a tight, impossible, passionate embrace, kissing wildly.
Naturally, we reached for each others' groins.
As neither of us were wearing anything but pajamas access was rather
easy and before I knew it I felt Harry's hand… Er... down there…in
there, rather. Don't get me wrong I was doing my fair share of
exploring too. But… then I stopped.
It didn't feel right. What with Harry crying and all. In my opinion,
the hardest thing in the world if to kiss first. And I had done that.
A wall had been broken through tonigh and that was enough for now.
"Ron?" Harry said softly, as if he was afraid I would
suddenly push him off. His hand was still down the front of my pants.
I looked in his eyes, the blank stare was now replaced with one of
fear and hope…
"Harry maybe we shouldn't do this..." his expression dropped, I
didn't have the heart (or, with his hand where it was, the will) to
stop here "…right here, or, uh, now." Harry smiled, the first real
smile I had seen from him in a while.
"Yeah, I guess not." Harry said, removing his hand with a final
grope. We sat in silence for a while and composed ourselves. "Ron?"
he said, looking up again. "Can we talk?"
We talked for a very long time afterward. About Cedric, about
You-Know-Who, about it all. We didn't sleep until five thirty in the
morning, and then had to wake two hours later. It was worth it, Harry
doesn't get the look anymore. And we're… Er… closer…
