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Part Two
Hands and skin, moans breaking through the thick of the cold night. Bodies tensed and fingers trembled as lips shook when kissed. The cold seeped through their skin, penetrating the warmth they created, but he pushed it out, filling his thoughts with the boy in front of him and the hands that touched his body. Horror and stone would not ruin this night, nightmares would not plague his dreams, he would be Harry for once, the Boy Who simply Was.
Ron understood, kissing his lips ever so softly as he smoothed the wild hair on the boys head, ending the stroke with his hand braced against his neck, pulling him closer. Tongues danced slowly, dominance not an issue, pleasure and love only filled their hearts as well as the rest of their bodies.
Moans began to grow louder as lips went further down sculpted bodes, minds began to spin as vision grew foggy and limbs went fuzzy. They crashed silently into each other, entangling themselves in everything the other was, and gratefully wasn't. It was here and it was now and all Harry could think about was Ron and his touch and the pleasure coursing through his nerves and then suddenly everywhere.
Ron had taken Harry's length into his mouth, suckling slowly on the tip before releasing him with a soft pop. Harry shook, his hands bunched in blankets as Ron continued, his tongue dancing around his member so furiously he saw colors beneath his eyelids.
He sucked and nipped the hot flesh that burned under his tongue, using hands to complete the task at hand, aiding in release, a release that was simply needed. Harry screamed as it grew to be too much too soon and his back arched, shuddering as he came.
Ron slowly brought him down, stroking him with his tongue, kissing him with swollen red lips. He rose soon afterwards, looking into Harry's half lidded eyes. They were bright green for once, like Ron could remember years ago…years before all of this…
Harry held him close to his heart, roaming with hands through golden red hair and kissing lips as soft as the clouds that had now began to show in the Night. He listened as Ron fell asleep; his soft snores barely audible with the redheads mouth so close to his neck. But he held him, held him as close as he could manage, trying his hardest not to touch into the emotions that ran through him, but to push them away and only feel this moment. This moment that seemed to mock him in every way, because soon it would be over, and soon the War would start.
And then…
He couldn't think about losing them, couldn't imagine the loss and guilt that would plague his heart if Ron or Hermione died. Both? He couldn't breathe, his heart was beating too fast and the sweat was too much and the heat…the heat…
Harry woke up suddenly, a path of sunlight shining brightly on his exposed chest. He sat up slowly, looking around only to see an empty tent, with an empty bed. It had all been a dream, Ron was still gone…
He fought back tears as he folded his blankets and placed them neatly next to Hermione's, noticing she still couldn't help but unfold and fold Ron's own mass of blankets everywhere, hope glimmering in the darkest of times…
Harry envied her; he had no hope, no sense of direction and an emptiness that began to consume him fully. He wanted to feel alive, to be able to open up to everything and let it come; instead he had to keep the feelings at bay. He had to hide it all under the surface, he had to be brave, he had to be the one for this job, no matter how much he loathed it.
Hermione walked in quietly, a somber look rested on her face as she brought in more firewood, placing it by the small furnace before looking up at Harry.
Her eyes couldn't hide her sorrow through the mask of smiles, not to Harry, who had truly seen her happy. Happy with him…
He shook his head and moved on, repacking everything and securing it before they folded the old tent up, the canvas rough on his fingers, the rope burning his hands. He reveled in the pain, feeing alive in that moment, he was real, he was here. He was now.
Hermione gripped Harry's hand as they apparated, letting it go with a certain disgust as they landed in a small clearing hidden by brush. The sun leapt over the hill and into a small frozen pond, the winter snow gleaming with reflections.
They set up quietly, Hermione looking behind her shoulder every so often, searching…watching. Harry knew why but didn't look with her, he wasn't there, and Harry didn't know if he would be again. Maybe this was it…
Hermione sat in an overstuffed chair, her knees under her chest as she sipped her tea. Harry did nothing but sit on his small palate he had made for bed, curling the blanket around him. He would turn in early tonight, hoping he wouldn't wake in the morning, praying he would get stuck in his dreams forever…
The night woke him easily, darkness enveloping his, as did his sense of warmth. A body lay next to his, a small petite frame that curled next to his carefully. He looked down at her as he sat up, feeling her pull away at the cold and curl in deeper, a hand pressing his exposed chest down into the pillows. He obliged willingly, her hand resting above his heart, feeling his beat and pressing into it softly, almost unnoticeably.
"I miss him too much."
It was barely a whisper and if Hermione's lips hadn't been so close to his ear he would have never heard.
But he did, and he also heard her soft sobs as she held onto him for dear life, afraid her grief might make her float away into a dark oblivion and leave her with all her loneliness.
Harry turned and looked into her golden eyes, seeing the tears filling them and his heart breaking in his chest, her hand covering the unseen wound.
"I miss him too."
He kissed her softly, wiping the tears away with his fingers, gently pulling a curl behind her ear and resting his hand on her waist. She fell asleep soon; her hands encircled around his as her heart's ache dulled as Harry pulled her closer, watching her as she slept.
He dipped into dreams soon after she, falling ever so softly into the dark and warmth of sleep, letting it take him all, letting himself feel nothing but the girl in his arms…
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