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"Er, Harry...umm I know what the letter says." Ron muttered without looking at up. When he had read it, it didn't
seem like he was doing anything wrong, but now he wasn't sure if he should've
read Harry's mail.
"You do? How do you know?" At
least he didn't sound mad.
"Uh...you were sleeping, and Hedwig came in
and gave me the letter because you were asleep. Since you always
read us the replies, I just wanted to see how he was doing." Ron
chanced a glance up at Harry. The green-eyed boy was blushing fiercly
as he realized that Ron must've read the letter to Sirius as well.
"Oh." He looked away. And then
both boys were red.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I know I shouldn't
have...but I think that was the the best way for me to, you know, find
out about Bill. You know, that takes a huge load off of my shoulders...Mum
is perfectly fine with Bill and his boyfriend, apparently. Ha, I
never would have guessed...Bill sure seems like a ladies' man, doesn't
he?"
"Erm, sure."
"Harry, please don't be mad..."
"You read my mail...I don't get any fucking
privacy do I."
'Come on, Harry...don't get mad at him...it was an accident...But I'm so embarrased...he doesn't seem to mind...at least he doesn't have to worry about how his family would react...but wait, he's not that way, is he? I can always dream...'
"I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have. But, when I read it, I was thinking, and I was watching you sleep. You were so pale...your skin was so cold...I couldn't let you freeze. So I got next to you, and I realized what it would look like if someone
walked in, but I didn't care. You were right. No one who is
our friend would mind or gossip. And Everyone likes Bill!"
"If you're holding out or universal popularity
Ron, you've got a long way to go." Although Harry was trying to act
mad, he couldn't stop from smiling. Ron looked so flustered
and so truly sorry that Harry couldn't help it. He looked down so
maybe Ron wouldn't notice. He did.
"Harry...I can see you smiling even though
your hair is long enough to be a curtain." To avoid responding, Harry
stood and stumbled over to the window. He leaned on the sill and
refused to say anything. The sun was setting over the lake and the
water looked like molten gold as the ruby disk sunk away. He felt
warm breathing on the back of his neck, but didn't turn around. Ron
was standing behind Harry, staring at the sunset as well. Harry looked
so helpless, still weak, slightly shivering, so Ron wrapped his arms around
Harry's shoulders from behind. He rested his chin on Harry's hair
again and sighed, muttering, "I'm so sorry I was such a jerk. I was
scared, is all. I don't care what people would think anymore. Because," he took a deep breath and sounded like he was teetering on the
brink of saying something that took all of his courage, " I love Harry,
not knowing I'm what some idiots think is normal." Harry spun around,
eyes wide and hopefull. Ron grinned and began to dance with Harry
to imaginary music, in the hospital room. This was what Harry had
dreamed of when he watched Ron dance with the girls, and now Ron's warm
hand was in his own, and it felt so right to be there, twirling to music
no one but the two could hear.
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Harry told Ron that Madam Pomefry said they could leave when Ron awoke, so they left the hospital wing together. Everyone had just gone to dinner, but they weren't hungry for food. All they were hungry for was each other. All the years of being too scared to admit anything...too afraid of people callling them queer, freaks...something that the psyce of a teenager just can't handle. But now they knew...it didn't matter, as long as they were together (A/N: Aww that was corny) and never left each other's side.
Harry and Ron stood facing each other in the middle of the Dorm room. Inches away from each other, Harrry stared up into Rons face, his lips slightly parted and his heart thumping in his throat. He swallowed fiercly and blinked. Ron couldn't even stand the time it took him to blink to not be able to see the green light shining into his eyes. Harry's eyes were the sea staring up into the sky. Ron could feel the blood coarsing through him. He never admitted that this was what he wanted until now. But now he longed to shout it to the world.
Ron touched Harry's face with a shaking forefinger and brushed the hair away from his scar. He felt so sad that such a mark should mar the face of an angel like the black-haired boy standing in front of him. Harry couldn't wait any longer; he threw his arms around Ron's neck and lips met lips in a desperate embrace. Ron held Harry in his arms so tight it was like he wanted the two to merge into one united life force. Ron kissed back with all he hunger he had hidden in the past years, and Harry clung to the red head so needily and it hurt. Harry's jaw worked up and down as he entwined his fingers in Ron's fiery hair. Ron' s palm cuppped Harry's face and then ever so lightly skipped to his neck, were he pressed Harry to him so his knuckles turned white. Somewhere along the way, Harry's glasses were knocked onto the hard floor, and split at the bridge. Harry heard the crack but was too busy relishing the sweet taste of all that was Ron to care. Ron's palms were flat of Harry's back and he could feel the two hearts beating together, rapid, strong, and passionate...
Both of them let go when the air was short. Ron took a huge gasp and Harry a shuddering breath, then dived in for more. Harry was addicted to Ron's lips, they were a drug ensnaring his senses, drawing him deeper and deeper into the center of himself, they were the great leveler for the tears and nights awake in bed...watching those same lips flutter as the red head breathed. Ron could feel their minds spinning in a torrent together as he forced Harry's mouth open with his own. His tongue traced over Harry's teeth and they explored each other's mouths, heat leaking out of the spaces not completely sealed.
Breath was coming ever shorter, even for the well trained Quidditch players. When the two thought they might pass out for lack of oxygen, they broke away, but continued to hold each other. Harry was gasping and grinning so wide his cheeks ached, and he could feel Ron inside of him...part of his soul had bled into Harry, and Ron could feel the raven-haired boy pulsing in his veins. Ron's chest heaved against Harry as he fought to recapture his breath.
Ron tilted Harry's chin to look up at him, with a surprisingly cold finger. He traced his thumb over Harry's cheek bone, over his jaw bone, over his bottom lip, admiring his beautiful face. Harry mirrored Ron's movements with his own hand. Cold shivers passed through each of them as the sweat moistened their palms. "Harry, how could I have done that to you," Ron whispered, his deep voice heavy with heat and regret.
"I could never mind, if this is how it ends."
"Is it, though?"
"What, the end?" Harry cocked his head to the side, grinned up at his love, and continued, "No, I guess it's not." With that, he gave and almighty shove and pushed Ron onto his bed. But Ron's reflexes were quick as well, and dragged Harry with him. The green eyed boy was still slightly weak, and collapsed on top of Ron. He rolled to the side so his arm was draped across Ron and his head nestled in his neck. Playfully, he blew a stream of air out of his nose into Ron's ear. The freckled boy chuckeld and cringed. Harry laughed into Ron's ear softly, which tickled even more. "Ron, remember, the night at the lake, when I stopped like that?"
"And I crashed into you? Yeah, that was the worst moment of panic I've ever had, watching you fall into the water and not seeing your beautiful self come back up." Harry smiled into Ron face, and Ron felt the petal-soft lips brush his cheek.
"Well you know why I stopped? I was thinking how great it would be to watch the sunset with you. I suppose falling in the lake was a blessing in disguise."
"My damsel in distress, except you're not a damsel, and you've saved my ass way more times than I've saved yours."
"Ah, Ron, you know we couldn't have done any of the things we've done without you."
"Psh, wha -" was all Harry allowed Ron to get out before easing his lips over Ron's. He teased with Ron and kissed him, then drew away. Everytime this happened, Ron whispered faint sounds of protest, and Harry returned with a smothering heat so that Ron was swamped with desire. Harry pulled away and hugged Ron, muttering, "Pretend I'm dying again, hold me like you did." Ron wrapped his arms around Harry and nestled his head at the back of Harry's neck as Harry wrapped his free arm underneath the Ron' s lower back. The taller boy brushed his fingers up and down Harry's spine and over his shoulder blades. Harry's jaw cracked as he yawned, and Ron reached up to draw the curtains closed to the four-poster. They kicked off their shoes and Harry burrowed his face in Ron's neck while curling up his legs against Ron. His nose was like a little ice cube on his skin. "Ron, I'm still so cold, you're so warm...I don't want to have to be cold anymore...please help me Ron..." the whispers from the small boy made little puffs of warm, sweet air on Ron's neck. He pulled up the covers over their intertwined bodies and hugged Harry to him like he could never let him go.
Icy toes touched Ron's bare leg and he cried for what had become of the strong young man he once knew...now a weak fragile boy who almost died from hypothermia. A thin, starving, boy who hadn't eaten in who knows how long. He was like a twig that surly would snap if he got hit during Quidditch. But, now, there was Ron, the light at the end of the tunnel. The one thing that could pull Harry back from the deep hole he had fallen in...the one thing that Ron knew he could do was to save the one he loved. Harry would never have Ron as a cause to be sad again.
Ron and Harry smiled in their nivana, and fell asleep entwined together on the warming bed with one, connected, rapturous soul.
