Written for somuchtosay, a very good livejournal friend of mine. She
requested the pairing and I delivered (
Hand-me-downs
Ron became apathetic towards hand-me-downs; Charlie's old wand, Percy's old owl, Fred's (or George's, or both, he could never remember) old robes. Everything in his room had been used by someone else before him, save the violent orange Chudley Cannons paraphernalia. Everything he owned was used, old and broken, faded remnants of things once shiny and new.
Harry had been no hand-me-down; he had been Ron's first friend, and Ron had been his.
It was somewhat both ironic and unsurprising when Harry fell into Ron's bed for comfort and love, looking broken and used after Malfoy had finished with him.
Hand-me-downs
Ron became apathetic towards hand-me-downs; Charlie's old wand, Percy's old owl, Fred's (or George's, or both, he could never remember) old robes. Everything in his room had been used by someone else before him, save the violent orange Chudley Cannons paraphernalia. Everything he owned was used, old and broken, faded remnants of things once shiny and new.
Harry had been no hand-me-down; he had been Ron's first friend, and Ron had been his.
It was somewhat both ironic and unsurprising when Harry fell into Ron's bed for comfort and love, looking broken and used after Malfoy had finished with him.