Author's Note
Okay, this is just a short little one shot fic. I wrote it as a 16th birthday present to one of my friends. It's Ron/Harry, set after the Order of the Pheonix back at the Burrow. It's Ron's birthday (they were both 15 in OotP) Things have happened. Reviews please! Thank you!
I own none of the characters, I swear. Or the lyrics. (courtesy of Jason Mraz's "On Love, In Sadness")
For Kelsie, Happy Birthday!
Something Else
"You see well I'm feeling lucky, oh well, maybe that's just me
You should be proud of me, oh hell if only you could see
That we're gonna grow up to be, ah yes
We are as thick as thieves"
It was unbelievably hot for mid-June in England.
Ron lay wide awake, tangled in between the sheets, breathing deeply, feeling Harry's form next to him, feeling the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed in ragged gasps of air.
He reached for the alarm clock, and knocked it off the stand next to his bed. The clock clattered to the floor, causing the thing's radio to switch on. Loud, screeching music filled the room.
"Ah bloody hell…"
12:07 a.m.
"Happy Birthday Ron." Harry said after he leaned over top of him to see the time.
Ron grinned sleepily as he put the alarm clock back on the stand. "Happy birthday indeed."
The past two weeks had seemed like they'd stretched out over a year.
This sticky summer weather made you do things you normally wouldn't.
Things you wish you'd done long before.
And it was something else. Yeah, it was really something else all together.
Something better.
Days were spent lying in whatever shade there as in the backyard, watching Crookshanks attack the garden gnomes and listening to Hermione lecture them about how they should be reading their materials for their upcoming sixth year at Hogwarts.
Harry was far better off here than he was at the Dursleys, with Sirius's death still being rather recent and all.
But looking at Harry lying next to him then, Ron thought he looked as if he had come through it remarkably well.
'Yes remarkably well…' he thought when Harry leaned over and kissed him, murmuring appreciatively into his mouth.
Harry sighed against parted lips and Ron made a little contented noise in the back of his throat.
Limbs tangled around each other in the accepted post-lust that existed afterwards.
Ron looked out the window with heavy eyelids, feeling warm fingers at his collarbone.
Even though it was wide open, the humid air inside still ceased to be as uncomfortably warm as it was. It would rain soon, no doubt. But the night outside stayed still, and the house remained silent and dark.
Ron sighed and closed his eyes.
They were silent for a minute, then;
"Ron?" Harry pulled at the sheets tangled around their legs.
"Hmmph…?"
"We're gonna have to wash these sheets."
"And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say in trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain so easy
These are the comforts that be"