WARNING: This adorable fic i've written contains slash, meaning there is an adorable red head getting it on with an adorable dark haired who are happily in love with each other even though they are BOYS. Yes, there, i've said it! two males doing the monkey-monkey and loving it all the while. .
This fic has fluff (i'm a romantic, so sue me.), but it also contains violence, abuse, foul language, & a few kinks. SO don't read if any of that gets under your skin
DISCLAIMER: HP characters not mine so don't sue me for borrowing them for my own naughty reasons. Not making money off this in any way. My only payment are in the reviews and that's enough for me. .
SUMMARY: Ron is forced to deal with his missing lover. A playful quidditch match and one hell of a cliffy. Oh and Hermione pluss that cat makes an appearance. ENJOY!!! .
A/N: Sorry this chap has been so long but this fic is worked on while i have a writers block on my other ones. I know i promised a longer chap but it just won't pop up. So hopefuly you enjoy this and at least smile and any thoughts or rants welcomed.
The Burrow was unnaturally quiet. Arthur and her oldest boys were with the Order searching for Harry Potter who has been missing for several weeks. The Daily Prophet had ran articles of his death, but Molly was hesitant along with the rest of the family to believe it. They all wanted to believe that their Harry, whom they taken in as a dark haired Weasley was alive and hopefully well.
The twins were back at their store coming up with new products in the name of Harry Potter to the amusement of some because his face was on something called a whoopee cushion, stink bombs that smelled like garlic and old feet, and a variety of other gags.
Ginny was quiet, a little too quiet for Molly's comfort but her daughter was coping. Writing in a notebook with an endless ink quill that Harry had given her a birthday ago. Ginny sat comfortably in the couch by the unlit hearth while Crookshanks dozed by her feet.
With a sigh, Molly hoped that Hermione would bring some sense into Ron who had taken the liberty to lock himself in the tent after being told, no - forced into being left behind from the search party.
As she poured herself a cup a tea she looked up as the front door was slammed shut. Ready to scold she held her tongue as she saw the tear stained face of Hermione.
"Sorry. Ron is just an insufferable - git!" Hermione plopped herself down in a seat and stared down at the flower pattern of the table cloth. "I know he's hurting but he doesn't acknowledge that he isn't the only one."
"Oh." Molly passed her cup of tea the crying teen who accepted with a watery smile. "Ron knows that dear. It's just that- he knows Harry in a more intimate way than either of us so I suppose it hurts slightly more."
Hermione sniffed. "Just because he's buggering him doesn't make this - it's just hard you know. I see him laying in bed crying holding onto this box." swirling her finger around the edge of the cup she continued. "Harry's - Harry means a lot to me too. He's the brother I never had and I love him but it's been ages and still nothing." Molly opened her mouth to speak but Hermione rushed in. "I know we have to have hope - but what if - what if he's, he's really dead."
Molly frowned. That thought had crossed her mind but she refused to dwindle on it. She wouldn't give up hope until there was proof that her 'son' was actually no longer living. "Don't give up hope dear, not yet at least. Of course you - you might be right but it's easier to cope with if we hope Harry's alive. That he'll come back to us were he belongs."
"I know. I know" Hermione sipped her tea. Both lady's remained quiet, not noticing the growing red head who was listening to their every word. A tear slipped from her eye and she angrily wiped it away. She refused to cry, se refused to do such a thing until there was a rightful reason to do so.
Slipping the quill, as a bookmark, in her notebook she strode out of her home. If Ron wanted to act like a blubbering baby then she would just have to snap him out of it.
In all of the span of several minutes Ginny made her way across the lawn, into the tent, and straight to the corner, through the beads where she stood at the foot of the bed with Crookshanks at her heels. The cat bounced on the bed where Ron feigned sleep.
"Do you think Harry would want you to be the way you are?" Ginny asked tapping her finger on her thigh while the other gripped her notebook.
Ron's eyes snapped open and he was sitting up with a dark look. "Shut up Virginia!" He practically growled.
Unscathed, Ginny continued. "Spending all your time in this place, which by the way who bought it for you? This is nothing like the one dad gave you." she said momentarily getting off topic as she glanced around slightly impressed.
"Virginia…"
"Stop calling me that!" Ginny snapped stomping her foot. "Mother and Father are the only ones who can call me that. You have no right!"
"Get out before I throw you out." Ron threatened as he picked up the cat and set it down on the floor, just barely controlling himself from kicking it across the room.
"No. I came here to tell you, you are acting like a complete Duchebag!" She stared defiantly at her brother, meeting him eye to eye. "Harry would not appreciate you wasting your time away inside this tent. He would want you to enjoy the rest of the summer and have faith in him coming back. Enjoy what little time you have left in this earth because if you think about it how long do we have, hu? How many summers do you think we are allowed before something happens and, and we aren't allowed another summer. Or winter, or spring, or fall, or whatever." Ginny was rambling, face flushing slightly, hands moving this way and that trying to prove her point.
"What good will it do you if you're wasting away in bed clutching onto a box as if it were your entire life. Ron," her eyes were welling up with tears and they began slipping one by one. "please. I want my brother back. I need you."
Seeing his sister in tears was an odd sight for Ron himself. "Hush Ginny." Moving atop the bed so he was kneeling on the edge he pulled his sister into an embrace. "Please don't cry, there's been enough tears these past weeks."
Ginny sniffed. "Will you stop being a Duchebag?" Ginny asked.
Ron shut his eyes, burying his nose in his sisters hair. He smelled the scent of apple and vanilla, completely different than that of his lover who smelled of citrus. He could never forget abut his Harry, how can he? Him and Harry were like two pea's in a pod, not only lovers or best friends, but to him the love between them ran deep enough to allow him to say Soul Mate.
It wasn't everyday that a Wizard or Witch found that perfect person but Ron found that perfect person and knew if anything happened to his Soul Mate he wouldn't be with anyone else. So, could he have a normal life? Probably. Even with all these issues can he return to his old self? No, and that was the honest truth.
What he could do was be the person Harry expected him to be. If Harry were here he wouldn't have accepted that he was dallying about in a tent. Actually, Harry would grab him by the ear and drag him to the kitchens and lecture him for 15 minutes, make out, and be mischievous (if they were at Hogwarts.).
A week passed and gradually Ron had a pattern of life for the moment. He no longer staid in his tent for hours at a time, it was mostly at night that he read and reread the letters that he and his still missing lover wrote.
Today was no different except his twin brothers paid a visit. For the hours of the day they showed off their recent inventions that had the Harry Logo of a red and gold lightning bolt. It was both a sad and hilarious at the same time.
During that passed time the search parties dwindled and Ron argued but was defeated. No one would listen to him that his Harry was still alive. He knew it was wishful thinking, hope, but something inside him refused to believe that Harry was dead. He wasn't in denial, he had already been through that stage but it was just a plain old gut feeling, something telling him that his lover and mate was still out there breathing, still out there not dead.
"Come on Ron. You be the beater." Shouted Ginny from atop her new broom. The whole Weasley clan was there: Ron, Ginny, and Percey on one team while Charlie, Fred and George on another with Bill being the ref.
There was one Quaffle, a snitch, and one Bludger. The goal post weren't as high and the Bludgers weren't as ruthless and the snitch wasn't as quick. All in all the hour of play was fun.
Ron, who was aggravated that his team was loosing hit the Bludger harder than he wanted forcing Charlie, who was searching for the snitch, to duck out of the way quickly.
"Oi! Watch it! You nearly took off my head there!" Charlie shouted back clearly not happy. "Sorry." Ron shouted back with a lopsided smile. He looked out into the distance waiting for the Bludger to return but it never did.
Fred from the opposite team stopped next to him. "How hard did you hit that bloody thing?" he asked with a frown.
"Not that hard." mumbled Ron looking slightly embarrassed. "I'll go get it then. Might've gotten stuck again on the shields."
"No. I'll go. I can do with testing out how fast this broom could go in a short distance." and with that Fred was out. He raced off in the direction of the Bludger.
Turning his attention back to the game a minute passed and then the sound of a blown whistle shrieked across the yard. The Weasley's immediately still and the oldest of the players flew towards the sound. Leaving behind Ginny and Ron who rushed back home. They had forgotten to bring along their wands.
The Berrow was quiet. Aurors had popped up to take guard of the home. Ginny and Ron were all alone in the living room playing their fourth game of chess as they waited. They didn't know what they were waiting for but it seemed to be big because the whole family, excluding them had left, leaving six Aurors stationed outside the home.
The hearth erupted in green flames and Arthur Weasley managed to stumble out without falling. Ginny continued her move while Ron had to stop himself from bouncing up and down in his seat.
"Is everything all right dad?" he asked trying to sound disinterested. After all, they were both angry that they couldn't tag along.
Arthur sighed and wiped away some soot from his robes. "No - and yes. I need you both to listen to what I have to say." He smiled at Ginny who turned her head. "Can you sit next to your brother love?"
"Yes dad." Ginny did as she was told. She might've been older and she might've been angry but she always would respect her father and most of his simple requests.
Sitting himself down where his daughter had moved from, Arthur stared down at the chess pieces who were quiet and watching him, as if waiting for instructions. "Fred found a body when he went searching for that Bludger." Arthur started ignoring the intake of breath from both his children's. "He-"
"He?" Ginny questioned.
"Yes. He was alive although he looked more dead than anything." Arthur cleared his throat. "If Fred hadn't blown his whistle when he did and the Aurors' hadn't shown up when they had he would have definitely been dead."
"Who is he?" Ron asked nervously plucking at the ends of his sleeves.
"In a moment I promise. The young man obtained numerous wounds and lost a lot of blood. Broken ribs, fractured bones, broken jaw, burn and knife marks, concussion, malnutrition, underweight, and probably paralyzed and that's only if he ever wakes up; the medi-wizard and witch says there's a fifty fifty chance for both of them."
"Who - who is it?" Ron asked again leaning forward refusing to cry.
Arthur swallowed and exhaled trying to control himself. He looked his son in the eye. "Harry."
A/N: I know i'm evil shy's away but i had to leave it there. Cliffy.... i hate cliffy's.... but hate the cliffy's and not me... was it a good enough chapter or was it suckie - i need to stop worrying. sigh teasers up next so.... read it. This is not a Death Fic, well ppl die, but not the main characters, my poor heart couldn't stand it.
Teaser: Harry pops up and Ron is a stubborn git! A flash back or two, maybe some snogging. Next chap will be a lot longer. (hopefully)