A/N: This is something I'm doing purely for my own entertainment. There is no plot. I have no idea how often I'll be updating. There will be slash, angst, and possibly AU-ness. Read at your own risk.
Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter. Don't sue me, I'm broke.
I spent the last night there watching you sleep. I had no right to, I knew it, but I did it anyway. You were beautiful, did you know that? Hair spread across the pillow, dark and soft in the moonlight. You snored.
I don't know how long I sat there. Long enough. Too long.
I was too much of a coward to say goodbye. I knew you'd be furious, I knew I'd regret it later, but I couldn't.
Ron came to get me in the morning.
I don't know how he knew I'd be there. Maybe I'm just a lot more obvious than I think I am. Ron's certainly a lot more observant that most people give him credit for. I jumped up when he came in the door, backed away from your bed trying desperately to think of some excuse to be in your room that wouldn't get me punched but he just half-smiled at me. I think he wanted to smile all the way but couldn't quite make his mouth do it.
"Time to go, Harry," he said. "Hermione's waiting downstairs."
