Comfort Is
Brotherly Love
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"Hey, Harry?" Ron whispered so as his voice wouldn't carry to Hermione who was sitting watch at the entrance of the tent.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. Really sorry."
"I know, Ron. You've said so fifty times and fifty times I've believed you."
"Oh."
A sleeping bag rustles with movement.
"And Harry?"
"Mmmph?"
"I, I just wanted to say... I love you."
Ron expected a snigger to follow this statement but he had to say it. There was quiet for sometime.
"I know, Ron. And I.. I feel the same."
"Just in a brotherly way though, right?" he adds.
"Of course," Ron chuckles as he rolls over.
"Right. Just checking."