Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did they'd both be very tired... :)
He always wants Harry like this. Face streaked with tears, glasses off, hair messed and smelling of vanilla. With the soft cotton of his nightshirt brushing his arms as he sits there holding Harry.
The darkness had been solid, oppressive and Harry had felt it as he felt so many other things. Nightmares of flashes of light, of dementors, of blinding pain.
The first opening of the curtains surrounding his bed is no surprise to him, as Harry climbs in and sits there shaking and crying. There's an ocean between them, Harry fearing the dreams yet fearing rejection more.
He smiles and pulls Harry into a hug, sheltering him and cradling him, telling him that everything will be all right. And Harry believes him, quieting and becoming soothed, literally feeling the sympathy pouring off Ron and onto him. Finally Harry sighs his thanks and climbs into bed in front of him where he will stay for the rest of the night, letting himself be comforted when he screams.
They are friends, he and Harry. Nothing more. Nothing less. And so Ron continues, helping him, supporting him, relishing in their time at night and quietly loving him. He always wants Harry like this.
Because this is the only way he will ever get him.
*fin*
He always wants Harry like this. Face streaked with tears, glasses off, hair messed and smelling of vanilla. With the soft cotton of his nightshirt brushing his arms as he sits there holding Harry.
The darkness had been solid, oppressive and Harry had felt it as he felt so many other things. Nightmares of flashes of light, of dementors, of blinding pain.
The first opening of the curtains surrounding his bed is no surprise to him, as Harry climbs in and sits there shaking and crying. There's an ocean between them, Harry fearing the dreams yet fearing rejection more.
He smiles and pulls Harry into a hug, sheltering him and cradling him, telling him that everything will be all right. And Harry believes him, quieting and becoming soothed, literally feeling the sympathy pouring off Ron and onto him. Finally Harry sighs his thanks and climbs into bed in front of him where he will stay for the rest of the night, letting himself be comforted when he screams.
They are friends, he and Harry. Nothing more. Nothing less. And so Ron continues, helping him, supporting him, relishing in their time at night and quietly loving him. He always wants Harry like this.
Because this is the only way he will ever get him.
*fin*