Pairing: Harry/Ron
Word Count: 383 Words
Rating: Rated PG
Scenario: Harry loses his glasses, and it seems that Ron's the only one
who can help him see. In more ways than one.
Harry awoke to the beginnings of a warm afternoon in the middle of Easter holiday. He yawned tiredly and rolled over.
"Oy, Harry!" called a familiar voice, "Are you awake yet? It's nearly time for lunch!"
"Sod off, Ron" Harry muttered.
Before he knew it, Harry's curtain was jerked open and Ron was whacking him repeatedly with his pillow.
"ALL RIGHT! I'M UP RON! SOME BLOODY FRIEND YOU ARE!" Harry was attempting to cover his head with his arms, but decided to knock his companion over in a sort of tackle, resulting in a quick entanglement of arms and legs with Ron pinning Harry on his back.
"I'm glad ickle Harrykins is up now" Ron teased
"Geroff me. That wasn't fair anyway; I couldn't see a ruddy thing."
Harry pushed Ron off him placing them on the floor, across from each other.
"Oh, right, your glasses. Why didn't you have them on?"
"Because I was sleeping, Ron. Do you understand sleeping?"
"Well, Harry, I understand eating and lunch is in half an hour."
Harry pulled himself up off the floor and over to his bed.
"Let me get ready then. Honestly, you only think about food."
"That's not true! I like… quidditch too!"
Harry chuckled to himself and reached for his glasses. Wait, I put them right here…He thought to himself. He began searching everywhere around his bed for his glasses. He was on his hands and knees peering into the dust under his bed when Ron finally said, "Can't find them can you? Your glasses I mean?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, dusting off his pants, "Dobby must've taken them, or else I've lost them. I can't see a bloody thing with out them though."
"Oh..." said Ron quietly, "well, then, what do you suppose we do?"
Harry looked up at him, he was a green, blue, peach, and bright red blur.
"I don't know what I can do, Ron. I'm completely helpless…"
"Well, that's what friends are for, mate." Ron said softly, giving Harry a swift, but warm embrace.
"Ron…" began Harry, staring blankly up at his best friend, a small tear trickling from his emerald eyes. Ron brushed Harry's lips with his own.
"I'm here for you, Harry, to guide you when you're lost- to help you see the things you've… missed…"