*See ch.1 for disclaimer.*
Warnings: Slash
*With special thanks to Euclidian.*
'We were twenty-four and he was pushing me away; that part of our relationship had ended a long time ago...'
Ron stood by the hearth, cloak in hand.
"Thanks for tonight. It was really good."
"'Course it was. I'm a bloody good cook."
Ron's eyes were bright, his smile warm as he laughed and Harry had never seen him so beautiful.
He leaned in, eyes shut tight as their lips brushed and his breath hitched at the feel of warm breath on his face. He pressed forward; lips parting to coax, to deepen, to taste and suddenly Ron's hand was warm and heavy on his chest, over his thumping heart as it pressed.
"No…" Harry heard himself sigh.
Ron eyed the flames. "I can't do that again."
"Yeah." Harry whispered dazedly. "Sorry, I… sorry."
The fire blazed emerald and Ron was gone.
Harry stared at the empty space, finger tracing his lips as his vision clouded.