A Harry/Ron fic. For the Loyal Trio. Please review, everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Ron and Harry sit at the lake. Or rather, Ron sits with Harry's head in his lap.
Ron doesn't know what to get for Harry's Christmas present, and it's November. He knows he ought to have been thinking about it earlier, but there just didn't seem to be time...
Time. Time for everything, time for nothing. Time to correct all the mistakes ever made, and time to make them all over again.
They never have enough time.
Ron bites the bullet. "Harry, what would you like for Christmas?"
Harry opens his green eyes. "How about a clock with no hands?"