Slow Killing Venom
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter period.
A/N: Okay, I should warn you, slash, slash and even more slash! I couldn't be bothered, so this is ALL going to be Harry's POV, except for the last chappie! And I'm sorry it's taken a while to udate this fic, I've kinda been busy, and I would've had it done sooner if I had the net at my place...But I hope you enjoy anyway!
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"I knew it..." Ron sighed, pulling away. "I should know my own bloody brothers better than that."
"Listen...Ron, everyone's going to find out anyway..."
"No, Harry, listen I...I don't know how to say it..." What could it be now? There was only one thing I could think of...Which I pray it's not going to be that, anything but that. "Don't tell me...You were going to...Just break it off with me before anyone knew?" Dear God, please don't let him say it's true. "Well..." Judging by the look on Ron's face, I didn't need anexplanation, or even an answer. "I can't beleive it! Jesus, Ron! Fred and George already know, there's no way you can deny it, even if we weren't together anymore!" Escaping from him as fast as I could, I didn't dare turn back. I don't understand...Why and...How could he do such a thing? It was completely useless fighting against the others, they'd most likely know by now.
"Harry?" Great, just great. It just so happens that Ron and I share the same room...Which, I just happened to remember just now. "What?" Pulling my head from under the pillow, I looked up, before putting my head under the pillow again.
"Listen, Harry this is so damn stupid!"
"And you're the one to talk?"
"Just listen to me will you?" Ripping the pillow out of my hands, Ron threw it across the room before sitting on the bed across from me. I could feel his eyes burning into me, turning around, I let my eyes lock with his for a moment, before pulling away. "Harry, listen, you taught me something just before..."
"And, what would that be?"
"You taught me that it's not worth someone you love just for the sake of keeping people from finding out."
"And as you said, someone already knows." I shifted, now feeling a lot more than awkward. "So...Do you think we could..." I should forgive him, he didn't exactly mean to make me upset... "I say yes." Letting a smile crawl across my face, I got up and walked over to him. "I'm sorry for acting like a complete dolt, too."
""No, I'm the one that should be sorry. If anyone was a dolt, it was me." Ron laughed quietly before his soft lips met mine. Kissing him back gently, I suddenly felt as though everything in my life was perfect. Letting my hand entangle itself in Ron's hair, I slowly pulled away, not that I wanted to. "Ron...I-I think..."
"You think what?" Ron asked, his eyes not moving from mine.
"I think...We're moving a little too fast..."
"But...We've felt this way about each other for ages, Harry. I don't know about you...But I know I have."
"Wh-What?" He couldn't be for real, for one thing he had been dating Hermione...And that was only last week they split.
"It's true...I couldn't tell you though, I didn't want it to come between us...And well...I guess Hermione also fits into it too."
"What? But, how does Hermione fit into all of this, this is between you and me, not her."
"I know, but...Hermione does fit into it, and it's all because of me." Hang on...No, if what he's trying to say is true...Then I guess Hermione does fit into it... "No, Ron, she's not..."
"Pregnant." Ron sighed, pulling away from me completely. "What in the hell am I going to tell her? How about, 'Hermione, how would you like the baby to have a gay father?' God, I don't know."
"Ron, if it's going to help, I'll tell her...Maybe not that blunt though."
"Harry, either way she'll kill me." Ron answered, his face going a nasty shade of white.
"No she won't. Trust me on this, okay?"
"This is one thing I can't trust you on, because I'll know she'll kill me."
"You've got it all wrong. Look, I've already told Hermione about...You know. All I've got to tell her is I have a boyfriend, and she'll just blow over it. Well...Maybe after a while though..."
"See? In that 'while' I've got a survival chance of 0."
"Hey, come on Ron. If she is going to kill you, let's make it for a reason." I couldn't help but smile as Ron laughed, he was even more adorable when he laughed. "I guess you're right."
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Sorry if it was a little short and a little rushed, but I had all these ideas last night, and I'm going to work it all out into following chapters. Also the following chapters might take a while, because I've got so many fics I'm writing!
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter period.
A/N: Okay, I should warn you, slash, slash and even more slash! I couldn't be bothered, so this is ALL going to be Harry's POV, except for the last chappie! And I'm sorry it's taken a while to udate this fic, I've kinda been busy, and I would've had it done sooner if I had the net at my place...But I hope you enjoy anyway!
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"I knew it..." Ron sighed, pulling away. "I should know my own bloody brothers better than that."
"Listen...Ron, everyone's going to find out anyway..."
"No, Harry, listen I...I don't know how to say it..." What could it be now? There was only one thing I could think of...Which I pray it's not going to be that, anything but that. "Don't tell me...You were going to...Just break it off with me before anyone knew?" Dear God, please don't let him say it's true. "Well..." Judging by the look on Ron's face, I didn't need anexplanation, or even an answer. "I can't beleive it! Jesus, Ron! Fred and George already know, there's no way you can deny it, even if we weren't together anymore!" Escaping from him as fast as I could, I didn't dare turn back. I don't understand...Why and...How could he do such a thing? It was completely useless fighting against the others, they'd most likely know by now.
"Harry?" Great, just great. It just so happens that Ron and I share the same room...Which, I just happened to remember just now. "What?" Pulling my head from under the pillow, I looked up, before putting my head under the pillow again.
"Listen, Harry this is so damn stupid!"
"And you're the one to talk?"
"Just listen to me will you?" Ripping the pillow out of my hands, Ron threw it across the room before sitting on the bed across from me. I could feel his eyes burning into me, turning around, I let my eyes lock with his for a moment, before pulling away. "Harry, listen, you taught me something just before..."
"And, what would that be?"
"You taught me that it's not worth someone you love just for the sake of keeping people from finding out."
"And as you said, someone already knows." I shifted, now feeling a lot more than awkward. "So...Do you think we could..." I should forgive him, he didn't exactly mean to make me upset... "I say yes." Letting a smile crawl across my face, I got up and walked over to him. "I'm sorry for acting like a complete dolt, too."
""No, I'm the one that should be sorry. If anyone was a dolt, it was me." Ron laughed quietly before his soft lips met mine. Kissing him back gently, I suddenly felt as though everything in my life was perfect. Letting my hand entangle itself in Ron's hair, I slowly pulled away, not that I wanted to. "Ron...I-I think..."
"You think what?" Ron asked, his eyes not moving from mine.
"I think...We're moving a little too fast..."
"But...We've felt this way about each other for ages, Harry. I don't know about you...But I know I have."
"Wh-What?" He couldn't be for real, for one thing he had been dating Hermione...And that was only last week they split.
"It's true...I couldn't tell you though, I didn't want it to come between us...And well...I guess Hermione also fits into it too."
"What? But, how does Hermione fit into all of this, this is between you and me, not her."
"I know, but...Hermione does fit into it, and it's all because of me." Hang on...No, if what he's trying to say is true...Then I guess Hermione does fit into it... "No, Ron, she's not..."
"Pregnant." Ron sighed, pulling away from me completely. "What in the hell am I going to tell her? How about, 'Hermione, how would you like the baby to have a gay father?' God, I don't know."
"Ron, if it's going to help, I'll tell her...Maybe not that blunt though."
"Harry, either way she'll kill me." Ron answered, his face going a nasty shade of white.
"No she won't. Trust me on this, okay?"
"This is one thing I can't trust you on, because I'll know she'll kill me."
"You've got it all wrong. Look, I've already told Hermione about...You know. All I've got to tell her is I have a boyfriend, and she'll just blow over it. Well...Maybe after a while though..."
"See? In that 'while' I've got a survival chance of 0."
"Hey, come on Ron. If she is going to kill you, let's make it for a reason." I couldn't help but smile as Ron laughed, he was even more adorable when he laughed. "I guess you're right."
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Sorry if it was a little short and a little rushed, but I had all these ideas last night, and I'm going to work it all out into following chapters. Also the following chapters might take a while, because I've got so many fics I'm writing!