You're All I Ever Need (semi-sequel to "If I Knew")
The summer begins and already Harry is going through Ron withdrawl.
But what is Ron up to without Harry? And why can't Harry come to the Burrow?
Something's up... Is everything okay with the two love birds?
Warning: light HP/RW slash and horrible writing. ;;
-part one-
May 22nd--6:35pm
Harry stared blankly down at the letter from his lover, blinking. To say that he was surprised at it's contents would be an understatement. In truth, Harry really didn't know how to take it all...
Dear Harry,
I'm really really sorry mate but mum says that you can't come over until after a month. Family matters and stuff. I'm really sorry! Please don't be mad and try to hang with the muggles just a little bit longer- I'll come for you as soon as I can!
Love you,
Ron
p.s.
Can you keep Errol for a day or two? Yesterday he flew onto the stove- which was, thankfully, off... Dad reckons he needs a little holiday, and I figured he'd be happy with you and Hedwig.
Thanks mate!
'Next month?!' Harry thought, some blood returning to his brain and enableing him to stop reading the letter over and over again, which he had been doing for the past three minutes, since it had arrived. Errol perched beside Hedwig ontop of her cage and nipped at a lamp shade on Harry's bed table that had gone crooked. 'Probably from Hedwig,' Harry thought, then returned his attention back to Ron's letter. "This doesn't make sense," he said huffily, speaking aloud. He stopped that, though, when he realized how weak he sounded, even to himself.
"What doesn't make sense, witchey?" An annoyingly grating voice practically yelled from the doorway. Harry glared over at his cousin, Dudley, and hurriedly stuffed the letter into an oversized jean pocket. Dudley's beedy little eyes followed his movements so Harry tried on the infamous 'Malfoy' sneer. "None of your business, pig. Don't you have some five year old to beat up on?" Harry returned tartly, crossing his room in three strides and, not giving Dudley the chance to awnser, slammed the door in the fat boy's face. Harry heard a muffled curse but ignored it, aside from the smug smirk.
Returning to his unmade bed, Harry flopped down ontop of it and sulked. "Dammit, four whole weeks without the Burrow- trapped in suburbia hell, a constant 'no mess' zone!" Harry gave a dramatic sigh and rolled over onto his stomach, facing the window. "And no midnight snog-fests with Ron either..." As if it made a difference, Harry crumbled and threw the short letter from his love onto the immaculately dust-free floor and stuck his tongue out at it. Then, folding his arms under his chin, Harry watched the afternoon glow begin to fade and turn into dusk, listening to Hedwig and Errol chirp back and forth to each other, thinking about how much he missed his boyfriend and how much the world sucked at this point in time...
a/n: Okay, so? What do we think? Please review because my wonderful writing (cough cough) can't get any better without help.
Thanks!
-Lyn