Chapter Thirty
Ron's Apology
"How dare you, Ron." Harry's voice floated through the door and he sounded pissed. "How dare you! He's right, you know. He didn't make me sleep with him, nor did I make him sleep with me! It is just as much my fault as it is his, thanks! Hell, I wouldn't even call it fault because I am absolutely ecstatic that this is happening! And, despite what you may think, I do love him! Very much, as a matter of fact! Sure, we may be a little young to be having kids but I could care less because soon we'll have a family together and that makes it all the more better-." That made me smile through my tears. "-You most of all should know, Ron, that I've never had the privilege of a loving family-."
"Sirius and Rem-." Ron started.
"That's different. Sirius and Remus are more like very close uncles than anything else. Yes, I love them to pieces but it's not the same. But, you're getting me off topic. You've made my pregnant boyfriend cry and now, you're going to apologize."
"Like hell I am!" Ron retorted.
"Oh, yes, you are and you're going to be sincere about it too-."
"Forget that," Ron said just as angry as Harry.
"Don't make me force you, Ron," Harry said growing deathly calm. There was silence for a few moments then a crash. Hermione shrieked and there was a thud. I could only imagine what happened. There was a smack against the door and I sat up. The door shook in its hinges and the doorknob began to turn with what looked like difficulty. It flew open and Harry and Ron were standing there, looking quite dishevelled. Harry had Ron by the back of the robes.
"Do it."
"No." Ron said stubbornly.
"I'll stand here all night if I have to. Do it." Harry shook Ron slightly. It was really quite the scene. Both Ron and Harry's hair was messed up (well Harry's more than usual), their robes were out of place and Ron was looking like a sullen five year old with his arms folded across his chest.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to make you cry. This is just my stupid way of dealing with all of this." Ron said dully.
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A/N: I know it's not much. But I decided I'd make this chapter short because I don't want to cram a bunch of stuff into it and take away from it, you know? And partly because, 1 year ago today, on a half day just like this, I stayed home and the prologue popped into my head. So happy birthday, Chosen of the Gods! : ) . Yes, I'm weird. Well, thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story for a year and thanks to all of you who have just recently started reading it but like it all the same!!! Luv you guys!!! : ). Thank you soooo much! Luv Dar.
Ron's Apology
"How dare you, Ron." Harry's voice floated through the door and he sounded pissed. "How dare you! He's right, you know. He didn't make me sleep with him, nor did I make him sleep with me! It is just as much my fault as it is his, thanks! Hell, I wouldn't even call it fault because I am absolutely ecstatic that this is happening! And, despite what you may think, I do love him! Very much, as a matter of fact! Sure, we may be a little young to be having kids but I could care less because soon we'll have a family together and that makes it all the more better-." That made me smile through my tears. "-You most of all should know, Ron, that I've never had the privilege of a loving family-."
"Sirius and Rem-." Ron started.
"That's different. Sirius and Remus are more like very close uncles than anything else. Yes, I love them to pieces but it's not the same. But, you're getting me off topic. You've made my pregnant boyfriend cry and now, you're going to apologize."
"Like hell I am!" Ron retorted.
"Oh, yes, you are and you're going to be sincere about it too-."
"Forget that," Ron said just as angry as Harry.
"Don't make me force you, Ron," Harry said growing deathly calm. There was silence for a few moments then a crash. Hermione shrieked and there was a thud. I could only imagine what happened. There was a smack against the door and I sat up. The door shook in its hinges and the doorknob began to turn with what looked like difficulty. It flew open and Harry and Ron were standing there, looking quite dishevelled. Harry had Ron by the back of the robes.
"Do it."
"No." Ron said stubbornly.
"I'll stand here all night if I have to. Do it." Harry shook Ron slightly. It was really quite the scene. Both Ron and Harry's hair was messed up (well Harry's more than usual), their robes were out of place and Ron was looking like a sullen five year old with his arms folded across his chest.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to make you cry. This is just my stupid way of dealing with all of this." Ron said dully.
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A/N: I know it's not much. But I decided I'd make this chapter short because I don't want to cram a bunch of stuff into it and take away from it, you know? And partly because, 1 year ago today, on a half day just like this, I stayed home and the prologue popped into my head. So happy birthday, Chosen of the Gods! : ) . Yes, I'm weird. Well, thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story for a year and thanks to all of you who have just recently started reading it but like it all the same!!! Luv you guys!!! : ). Thank you soooo much! Luv Dar.