Title: Silently Fragile.
Pairings: ron/harry
disclaimer: i do not own these beautiful characters. they belong to J.K.R. this fis is slash. dont like it go away. thanks.
feedback: PLEASE? no flamers please. no one like them. be happy. dont flame.
' Gazing. Dreaming. Fantasizing. only of you my green eyed beauty. every strand of your delicatly fierce hair is bieng surveyed, love. But not only by me. everyone is watching you. crowding you. wanting you. causing you so much torment. i so very much want to kiss away the pain, my beautiful. i want to lap away your tears.'
Ron paused a moment. it was 2:30 am, it was also raining out. every so often lightening woul light up the room, the thunder would make the windows shake. and he was still awake scribbling restlessly about his secret love. his Harry.
" Ron?"
Harry whispered from the next bed.
interuppting Ron's fantasies he scrambled to hide the parchment under his pillow, the he said
" Yes, Harry?"
" Can I get in your bed? with you?"
Harry had no idea what feelings those words made erupt in Ron.
" sure."
he said moving over fast as possible.
" Thanks "
Harry whispered again, moving in to the bed and closer to Ron, his leg brushed up against Ron's instead of pulling it away, he basked in this new closeness. Harry felt warm all over. He began to softly cry.
" Harry? whats wrong?"
Ron pulled him even closer.
" its nothing Ron, i -i just i"
he couldnt say it. he felt it was impossible.
Ron despises every moment Harry cries. he knows that far too uch pain has been brought onto, in reality a silently fragile preson.
Harry Looked up into Ron's soft, hazel, concerned eyes. 'its just so hard' he thought.
" Harry , im here, you can tell me" Ron whispered gently returning his teary-eyed gaze.
" Oh, Ron, i , just , its well.... I Love You. "
Pairings: ron/harry
disclaimer: i do not own these beautiful characters. they belong to J.K.R. this fis is slash. dont like it go away. thanks.
feedback: PLEASE? no flamers please. no one like them. be happy. dont flame.
' Gazing. Dreaming. Fantasizing. only of you my green eyed beauty. every strand of your delicatly fierce hair is bieng surveyed, love. But not only by me. everyone is watching you. crowding you. wanting you. causing you so much torment. i so very much want to kiss away the pain, my beautiful. i want to lap away your tears.'
Ron paused a moment. it was 2:30 am, it was also raining out. every so often lightening woul light up the room, the thunder would make the windows shake. and he was still awake scribbling restlessly about his secret love. his Harry.
" Ron?"
Harry whispered from the next bed.
interuppting Ron's fantasies he scrambled to hide the parchment under his pillow, the he said
" Yes, Harry?"
" Can I get in your bed? with you?"
Harry had no idea what feelings those words made erupt in Ron.
" sure."
he said moving over fast as possible.
" Thanks "
Harry whispered again, moving in to the bed and closer to Ron, his leg brushed up against Ron's instead of pulling it away, he basked in this new closeness. Harry felt warm all over. He began to softly cry.
" Harry? whats wrong?"
Ron pulled him even closer.
" its nothing Ron, i -i just i"
he couldnt say it. he felt it was impossible.
Ron despises every moment Harry cries. he knows that far too uch pain has been brought onto, in reality a silently fragile preson.
Harry Looked up into Ron's soft, hazel, concerned eyes. 'its just so hard' he thought.
" Harry , im here, you can tell me" Ron whispered gently returning his teary-eyed gaze.
" Oh, Ron, i , just , its well.... I Love You. "
