This is just something that I thought of when I was in English class some time ago; this also comes some time after the previous chapter. Sorry if it is not too good, it was just a spur of the moment thing. Enjoy! ^.^
The Weasley's and Ginny's boyfriend, Hermione, Fleur, and Harry sit at the dinner table Sunday evening enjoying the home cooked meal and everyone's company. Happy chatter rings through the room. One ginger twitches his fingers nervously under the table. To say he is afraid is a bit of an understatement.
Ron runs around the now shared bedroom, looking for his jumper. All of his other, clean, clothes were scattered across the floor and bed. He groans out loud, searching through his and Harry's drawers. "Need something?" Harry asks, leaning on the bedroom door frame with a perfectly folded sweater that had a big letter "R" stitched on it, laughing. Ron takes it, giving Harry a light kiss and tugging his jumper on. Harry laughs again, jerking Ron quickly to him. "Your hair looks adorable, love." Ron blushes and shoves Harry off.
Mrs. Weasley looks to her youngest son, smiling brightly. "Ron, dear, when are you going to bring home a girl?" The fear struck look on Ron's face almost made Harry burst from laughter, as with Hermione and George. Ron's blush clashes terribly with his, making Harry stare at the adorable bloke. Soon, everyone but Hermione and Harry joined in, asking Ron about girls.
"Harry, what do I do?" Ron asks, trying effortlessly to flatten his hair at breakfast. Harry walks behind him, carefully fixing his hair. He rests his chin on the taller's head, rubbing Ron's shoulders. "You know she's going to ask." Harry growls lowly in Ron's ear, "You are mine, Ronald."
Hermione eyes Harry closely. "Come on Ron, there must be somebody." George says. "It's your turn." Harry lightly grasps Ron's knee, not liking the talk of Ron finding a woman. Ron grabs Harry's hand, rubbing circles on the back of his hand. The young ginger bites his lip, looking at his food. Harry was a jealous man and he did not appreciate everyone unintentionally trying to take Ron away from him.
Laying on the couch with his boyfriend, Ron laughs as Harry tickles his sides. "What now, Ronnie? Still going to make fun of me?" Earlier at breakfast, Ron was teasing Harry about his purple jumper Mrs. Weasley had given him. Still laughing, Ron nods. Harry continues tickling Ron, his fingers trailing everywhere while his mouth leaves feather kisses on Ron's neck. "Bad idea, Ronnie."
The Weasley's don't seem to notice Ron's silence and continue on, pestering the boy to no ends. "There's this lovely girl that works in Percy's section. She has pretty blond hair and blue eyes." Mrs. Weasley suggests. Ron quietly shakes his head, trying his best to ignore the stern look Harry was giving him. Ron tries to speak but his words catch in his throat. Harry couldn't stand it any longer. Ron sighs, playing with Harry's nappy hair as he lay on the ginger's chest.
"You're going to have to tell them, Ron. You and I both know that." Harry waits for Ron to answer but he gives no sign of even hearing Harry. "You can tell them your homosexual. The fact that you're dating me can wait, if you want. If you don't tell them, I will Ron." Harry kisses Ron's neck, getting up and ready for the dinner in an hour.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley," Harry says. Without giving anyone a second glance or thought, Harry grabs both sides of Ron's face and pulls the ginger's lips to his own in a quick, fiery kiss. Ron sighs dreamily when Harry lets go, the look of pure bliss etched on his face. "But Ron is mine and I don't share." Ron grabs Harry for another short kiss, ignoring the bewildered faces at the table around him.
"Let's go, Ronald!" Harry calls again, egging the boy to hurry up. Ron quickly runs to the fireplace. "What took you so long? Never mind, I don't want to know. You ready, love?" Harry asks his boyfriend. The freckled male shakes his head, grabbing Harry's hand and kisses the boy sweetly on the cheek. "They have to know, Ronnie." Ron use to despise the nickname but since Harry started him that a week ago, it was really starting to sound nice. "THE BURROW!"
Everyone gasps when the two boys lean back in their seats, beaming. At once, everyone starts exclaiming different things: George shouts, "I knew it!" while his mother says, "Why didn't you say anything?" and Ginny yells, "No way!" Ron blushes beet red, looking at his hands in his lap. Once everyone quieted down, Ron speaks. "I wasn't quite sure how you'd take it, y'know? But yes, I'm with Harry."
The Weasley's and Ginny's boyfriend, Hermione, Fleur, and Harry sat at the dinner table Sunday evening enjoying the home cooked meal and everyone's company. Happy chatter rung through the room. One ginger twitched his fingers nervously under the table. To say he was afraid was a bit of an understatement.