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 three-
June 5th--10:15am

"'Family matters and stuff'?!!" Fred crowed over the bowed figure of Ron, who was practically laying on the table. Ron sighed piteously and flushed a little, his ears tinging red. George joined in the laughing and catcalling, which Ron was feverantly trying to ignore, and mrs. Weasely patted him comfortingly on his broad shoulder. "Oh dear, Ronald, haven't I told you not to lie? It only makes things worse! You're better to just tell Harry the truth and then-"
"No mum!!! I can't!! I don't know what he would do and and... No!" Ron had shot up from his laying position so fast that he had knocked the tray of biscuits right out of mrs. Weasely's hands. "Oh way to go, Ronald," George smirked as mrs. Weasely sent him a dark glare. Instantly the twins shut up, but still held identical smirks. Bending down at once to help clean up, Ron's face turned bright scarlet and he let his red hair obscure some of his vision, wanting to hide his face now more than ever. "But, dear, this is Harry. He'll understand."
"I can't mum..." Ron murmured and mrs. Weasely let it drop as her son looked like he was about to have a panic attack. "I just can't..."

After placing the tray in the sink and tossing the dirty biscuits into the trash, Ron gave a feeble excuse of not being hungry and slouched out of the room, looking as if he carried the burden of the world on his shoulders. "Oh all this drama- I bet it's just teenage hormones or something!" Mr. Weasely said dismissevly, "When I was Ron's age..."

As Ron glided up the large amount of stairs up to his room, he kept thinking about Harry's reply to his last letter, mourning over the fact that he couldn't tell his Harry what was really going on. Dear Ron,

Are you guys going on holiday or something? Where? It's fine, I guess I can wait to see you- but not for too long, okay? Going from six times a week snogging to zilch is pretty hard. I guess just go and have fun with your family, and I'll be here- bored senselessly. I don't promise that the muggles will still be alive by the time you get back, at least that would be semi-entertaining.

I'm joking. Go and have fun.
I love you.
-Harry

p.s.
I think Hedwig doesn't want Errol to go. Think we might have something going on between our owls? Ha ha! Wouldn't that be great?

Ron smiled at every word, even though the letter lay up in his room, under his pillow. But right after receiving it he had read it so many times that, in the end, he didn't even need to look at the letter anymore. But still, it was nice and comforting, in a way, to see Harry's calm and loopey scrawl. Besides Hermione, Ron was sure that Harry had the nicest handwritting. At least, Ron adored it. But, of course, he adored everything about his best friend and boyfriend. As he reached his small, weirdly shaped room, Ron shut his door quietly after entering and strode over to his window, where he had a great view of the back yard and the fields beyound. He spotted a few stray nomes and noted where they ran for shelter. Next time he would have to check those places more thoroughly...

A nice warm breeze wafted into his small room and Ron breathed it in, imagining that it was really Harry's scent that surrounded him instead of just sunflowers and fresh cut grass and the cool, dank water smell that came from the lake just a mile or so away. Closing his eyes, Ron could still remember the feel of Harry's deft and callaused hands after a heated practice session or a match. Harry was always more passionate after a good game of quidditch. His lips and tongue tracing along Ron's jawline as his breath hitched and their hands would grab for each others' waist as their tongues fought as fereociously as if Gryffindor and Slytherin took the pitch and the game was on!

"RONALD!!" Fred called from the hallway, behind the closed door, imitating mrs. Weasely's scolding tone. Ron quickly took his hand out of his unzipped jeans and tried to regain some composure. His shirt was rumpled and his pants hung around his knees as he stumbled around, flustered. Before he could call out not to come in, he tripped over a stack of Marvin the Mazer Man and lay sprawled across his floor, jeans still tangled around his knees. Fred peaked his head in and said, as if nothing were out of the ordinary, "Mum wants you." Then he closed the door and Ron could hear his brothers just outside the door, laughing his ass off.

"Ahhh bugger..." Ron growled out, turning a new shade of red.
As he looked over to his clock and saw the time, all of the color drained out of his face and made his freckles stand out in more. "Shit- I'M LATE!!!" Ron yelled and then went in to full panic mode. Outside of his door, Fred and George stood snickering. "Think we should tell Harry?" Fred asked breathlessly and George shook his head, giggling. "What, and miss all of this? Are you nutters?!"

"BWahahaHahahahaha!!!"

a/n: Wow, these chappies just keep getting longer and longer as I go, despite the fact that I'm trying to keep them short. shrugs Oh well, when the plot bunny sgt. calls, hop to it!
giggles at own corniness before running off to write more

You know the drill, please review and give me some suggestions for little scenes, okay?
Thanks all!
-Lyn