Title: Wonderful
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: I'm not much of a *feelings* person, I usually bury what I'm feeling so deep inside that I don't even notice my emotions until after the fact. Ron/Harry
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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"No, no that would just be weird."
Those words will forever echo in my mind.
I was sitting with you and Hermione in the common room that Saturday night, when out of the blue Hermione had mentioned she thought you and I would look *cute* together. I honestly have no idea where it came from. It didn't seem like something Hermione, conservative Hermione, would ever say. And yet, she said it.
"Harry, you and Ron would look cute together."
It seemed peculiar, but what really shocked me was how I reacted when you uttered those words, "No, no that would just be weird."
Normally I wouldn't have reacted at all. But it was like a 20 kilogram weight had been dropped in the pit of my stomach. I'm not much of a *feelings* person, I usually bury what I'm feeling so deep inside that I don't even notice my emotions until after the fact.
Anyways, I sat there thinking about what you had said. Eventually, I found myself considering what it would be like to be with you.
I remember picturing it in my mind, us holding hands, and eating together in muggle restaurants. And suddenly it seemed so good. I really, really wanted it. I wanted you, Ron Weasley.
I was shaken from my thoughts by you hitting me in the arm and shouting, "Harry? Are you paying attention? Hermione just suggested--"
"Yeah, I know, that would be weird." was all the response I could muster.
Now I sit in the common room going over that day in my head looking at you. You're reading the Transfiguration book, looking for the spell to turn a toad into a teabag. Why you would ever want to use a teabag that used to be a toad, I don't know.
You look up at me suddenly, "Harry? What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing much." I lie.
"Seriously, mate, you can tell me."
"Remember that time when Hermione said something about us being together?"
You drop the book and then pick it up quickly. You look nervously at me, "Why are you thinking about that?"
"I just umm. Ron? Have you ever had feelings--" I can't continue. I'm afraid of what you'll say. I'm afraid that if I continue, I'll ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand it if you left me.
"Harry?" you say meekly, "I was lying."
Your voice is barely audible as it reaches my ears, but I hear it.
"About what?"
"When I said it would be weird."
You now speak only barely above a whisper, even in the deserted common room. I look at you quizzically.
"Harry, I do, have, you know."
Those are the sweetest words to meet my ears. I smile, and you turn crimson.
"Ron," I whisper, "so do I."
I get up and sit next to you on the couch. We look at each other, and suddenly, as if it is the most natural thing in the world, your lips are on mine.
And now I know, it wouldn't be weird. It isn't weird. It's wonderful.
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: I'm not much of a *feelings* person, I usually bury what I'm feeling so deep inside that I don't even notice my emotions until after the fact. Ron/Harry
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"No, no that would just be weird."
Those words will forever echo in my mind.
I was sitting with you and Hermione in the common room that Saturday night, when out of the blue Hermione had mentioned she thought you and I would look *cute* together. I honestly have no idea where it came from. It didn't seem like something Hermione, conservative Hermione, would ever say. And yet, she said it.
"Harry, you and Ron would look cute together."
It seemed peculiar, but what really shocked me was how I reacted when you uttered those words, "No, no that would just be weird."
Normally I wouldn't have reacted at all. But it was like a 20 kilogram weight had been dropped in the pit of my stomach. I'm not much of a *feelings* person, I usually bury what I'm feeling so deep inside that I don't even notice my emotions until after the fact.
Anyways, I sat there thinking about what you had said. Eventually, I found myself considering what it would be like to be with you.
I remember picturing it in my mind, us holding hands, and eating together in muggle restaurants. And suddenly it seemed so good. I really, really wanted it. I wanted you, Ron Weasley.
I was shaken from my thoughts by you hitting me in the arm and shouting, "Harry? Are you paying attention? Hermione just suggested--"
"Yeah, I know, that would be weird." was all the response I could muster.
Now I sit in the common room going over that day in my head looking at you. You're reading the Transfiguration book, looking for the spell to turn a toad into a teabag. Why you would ever want to use a teabag that used to be a toad, I don't know.
You look up at me suddenly, "Harry? What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing much." I lie.
"Seriously, mate, you can tell me."
"Remember that time when Hermione said something about us being together?"
You drop the book and then pick it up quickly. You look nervously at me, "Why are you thinking about that?"
"I just umm. Ron? Have you ever had feelings--" I can't continue. I'm afraid of what you'll say. I'm afraid that if I continue, I'll ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand it if you left me.
"Harry?" you say meekly, "I was lying."
Your voice is barely audible as it reaches my ears, but I hear it.
"About what?"
"When I said it would be weird."
You now speak only barely above a whisper, even in the deserted common room. I look at you quizzically.
"Harry, I do, have, you know."
Those are the sweetest words to meet my ears. I smile, and you turn crimson.
"Ron," I whisper, "so do I."
I get up and sit next to you on the couch. We look at each other, and suddenly, as if it is the most natural thing in the world, your lips are on mine.
And now I know, it wouldn't be weird. It isn't weird. It's wonderful.