Title: Incomplete
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Genre: I have no idea o.o sort of fluffy...

Snowflakes falling against your face
Melting the ice as you melt my heart
Eventually I will evaporate

Another winter break here, but being here is better then being there and being anywhere
alone is better then being in heaven with them. Besides its rather like heaven with you. I
know that I can tell you anything and you won't judge me for it, tease me yes, but never
judge. Everyone else from our house has gone home for the holidays but I rather like
spending time with just you, although I wouldn't mind if Hermione was here as well, it
takes all three of us to form a complete unit. I love you both so much, you both complete
me in a different fashion.

Hermione is somewhat...I don't know how to explain it, a mother figure? But not quite
because she is our equal as well. But I think we both know she is always looking out for
us, that she would protect us from bullies and kiss our scars and make sure we ate properly
and did our homework as any dedicated mother would. I wonder if it is unfair to her,
all these years being somewhat separated from us, maybe she would never realize how
much she meant to us, that she was never 'outside' there was never anything she 'couldn't
understand' she was one of us, she was our equal, she was our friend.

And you, not my sidekick but my partner. Since that first day we have always been
together. Weather we were talking or not we have always been linked and I think
you understand me somewhat more then anyone else ever could. Hermione understands
my mind, my thoughts, you understand my wishes and dreams. That's why I need both
of you to complete me. You make me laugh and smile like no one else and I could never
repay you for that. You are like a brother to me, or perhaps all these allusions to family
aren't quite correct.

No, you aren't like family, you or Hermione, not like family at all. Family loves you,
or in some cases perhaps not, because you were born to them. They know every
detail of your life, they see you as a child and an adult and they can't help but be
proud of you. No, we are not like family.

We met as children and love each other for who we are at each individual moment
from then onwards, we were not thrown together, we found each other. I love you
each not as family, and not quite as friends, you are both my soul mates, the three of
us forever fighting against the world that binds us together, the world that doesn't
understand our motivations.

But it would be unfair to say that Hermione and you are exactly the same to me,
I could never pick one of you over the other, but as I said, she knows my mind but
you know my heart. And this Christmas I intend to give my mind to her and my heart
to you, the only fitting gift I can give.

I have it all written out for her, my personal analysis, my philosophy. What I think
of everything around me, why we feel pain and sorry and joy and loss. All the
whys in the world I will give her my answer. She is much more then book smart you
know. She wants to understand everything around her. I have also thought of the
more physical whys and answered those as well, well not so much answered as
discussed the possibilities. I want her to feel perfectly comfortable and to know that
I want to discuss the whys with her if she so desires. I want to bring out the philosopher
in her.

And for you, the whys don't matter, only the wants. Which is why...or rather
the reason, I am drunk with the excitement you are here with me tonight, laying
across the couch with your feet in my lap, red bursts of fire against your pale
freckled skin. We are no longer boys but not quite men. I don't think we will
ever be either. I don't ever want to be either. You're half asleep now and I
have no will to wake you, your heavy eyelids drifting shut. Hermione will get my thoughts
but you will receive my actions. I am prepared to be pushed away, but I have to know,
in fact I think I know.

"Harry..."

Were you awake all this time? Fully and truly? I hold my breath though I was not
speaking aloud before, as if you could hear my thoughts. Can you hear me now?

"Yeah Ron?"

"Lets go outside, I want to see the snow."

Such a childlike request. Maybe we are still little boys laughing at silly comments
and eating candy until we were sick. Childhood.

I know I cannot protest against you and you stand first pulling on your robe, a
little too small but perfect because you are as you always have been. I put on
mine as well and we walk together out the dimly lit corridors of the school into
the air outside that instantly chills me. As if the world is void of warmth. I feel you
take my hand and there is something altogether natural about it. We are best
friends and we've always held hands when it seemed appropriate, right now it
seems mandatory.

The snow falls all around us, a blanket of purity and innocence. We are boys. Your cheeks
turn the color of your hair from the cold and you lean over and kiss my cheek chastely.
My skin turns white from the revelation.

I will rain down over you
If you only promise to drink my tears
The cycle must stop here.