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Prompt #13: "If you don't kiss me, right now…" "Then what?" "Then I will have to do it myself."
Harry loved Edinburgh.
Everything about this city felt just right. From the small-town apartment he was able to buy thanks to the money his parents left him, over the soccer club he joined at his University, to the friendly and welcome people he met already; it was more than Harry could ever hope for. Edinburgh had this certain flair, something he couldn't put a finger on, but to Harry it felt a lot like magic.
Today he decided to explore his own neighbourhood. Despite him living here for almost a month now, moving in, soccer training and classes kept him from seeing what this part of Edinburgh had to offer. Today though, with the warm weather and cloudless sky he wanted to change that.
After a while he discovered a small, cosy café. THE BURROW was written in big, colourful letters above the door and Harry immediately found it brilliant, even without having seen it from the inside yet.
Shoving his sunglasses up into his hair, he went in, the jingling of the doorbell alerting the barista of his entrance.
The red-head behind the counter greeted him with an easy-going smile, but Harry had a hard time maintaining a cool composure. While Ron, as the name tag on his apron stated, was busy cleaning some glasses, Harry pretended to read the menu beside the counter while having the tiniest of internal freak-outs.
Stopping himself from staring, Harry concentrated on what to order to not make a total fool out of himself. Fuck, this barista is hot. Broad chest, slim waist, brilliant blue eyes. Harry never thought he had a type, but apparently tall gingers now were.
As Ron asked him if he already decided what he wanted, Harry snapped out of it and tried very hard to not stare at the freckled barista's lips.
"Apparently, I'm not in a very decisive mood today," Harry answered, more smoothly than he felt, "You know what? Why don't you surprise me? I'll grab a table over there."
Ron's blue eyes glinted when he gave him the most adorable lopsided grin. "Sounds good! Just something to drink then or can I get you anything else?"
Well, a date would be nice if you're available. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes about himself. Like you would ever have the balls to say that, Potter.
"These Blueberry Muffins look delicious." He said instead, before heading for one of the nearby tables.
While this certainly wasn't one of his shining flirting moments, Harry took it as a good sign that Ron asked for his name despite him being the only customer at the moment.
Unsurprisingly, Harry became a patron of the 'The Burrow'. The place was perfect for studying with all the cozy niches and the homey atmosphere it provided. They also made the best coffee, although Harry couldn't tell for sure, since he didn't try any other coffee shops in the area after discovering them. Or rather, discovering the handsome barista.
Due to his regular visits, Ron and Harry started to fall into easy conversation. They talked about soccer, their studies, their families and friends, Ron's chess tournaments and many more things. Not once did they run out of topics.
Today though, Harry wanted to take the chance and ask Ron out on a date. If he wasn't complete rubbish at this reading people thing, Harry was rather certain the tall red-head was interested in him. More than once Ron smiled or winked at him while working behind the counter, and he often found him glancing into Harry's direction when he looked up from the books in front of him.
As Ron made his way over to his table, surely to ask if he could get him anything else, Harry decided that this was the moment.
"Can I get you another cup of coffee, Harry?" Ron smiled at him, making it very easy for Harry to follow his plan.
"No, thank you," he said, and just as Ron wanted to turn around, Harry softly touched Ron's hand which always keeps resting on the back of his chair when he stopped by Harry's table. Something, Harry had noticed, Ron didn't do when he served all the other tables.
"Actually, I- I wanted to ask if you would like to go out on a date with me."
Holding his breath, he looked up at Ron whose surprised expression quickly changed into a huge smile. "I thought you would never ask."
"You could've also asked me, you git." Harry laughed, enjoying Ron being so close to him as the red-head sat on the chair beside him. He wanted to kiss Ron, badly. But just as he leaned up to meet his lips, the doorbell rang, and at least ten women and their children bustled into the Coffee Shop, resulting in Ron jumping up from his seat and mouthing 'Later' at him when he headed for the counter to serve the new guests.
Harry couldn't stop smiling like a bloody idiot. There was no way he could concentrate on his studies again, so he quickly packed away his books and just watched Ron preparing tea, coffee and lemonade.
Not once, he took his eyes off of Ron. Every now and then Ron would steal a quick glance towards him, catching Harry watching him this whole time. As a blush crept up Ron's neck and the tip of his ears turned red, Harry just wanted to snog him senseless.
Tossing his apron aside after the Mum group was gone, Ron walked over to him again just as Harry stood up from his seat.
"Harry, if you don't kiss me, right now…?" Ron didn't elaborate on what would happen if Harry wouldn't kiss him. Instead, this adorable blush coloured his cheeks again.
"Then what?" Harry asked in his most innocent tone, enjoying the effect he had on the taller man.
"Then I'll have to do it myself."
Ron put Harry's face between his warm, strong hands and kissed him. All Harry could think about was the feel of Ron's lips against his own, tasting like coffee and cinnamon. And as Ron put his arms around him, pulling him closer, Harry was absolutely certain that this must be magic.
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