My first slash and my first drabble. Enjoy!

I hate dogs, Harry, just having got back from a month long mission with work, complained. Who cares? It's for Ron, his conscience replied

Harry responded to a bark with a glare, trying to stay calm. Then, seeing Ron apparate to the edge of their property and notice Harry, Harry's mood improved.

Ron looked at Harry, then the dog next to him, then back at Harry. Beaming, he ran to the brunette and embraced him in a hug, shocking the latter.

"You don't seem to be exited about the dog?"

"Sure I like the dog, but I like you more."