Fic: Morning Light for screaminglungs
Title: Morning Light
Author: iwantasoda
Giftee: screaminglungs
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,552
Pairing: Harry/Ron, mentions of Seamus/Dean, Harry/Ginny and Ron/Lavender
Warnings: m/m relationship, crapily written angst
Notes: Angst was requested and I’m not so good at the angst, but I hope angst-lite works! This was so much fun to write :D
Summary: Harry and Ron deal with hiding their relationship. Takes place at the end of sixth year and continues through that summer. AU, end of HBP never occurred because it makes for happier stories.
The Gryffindor Common Room was a buzz with excitement and celebration on the last day of the term. They had managed to squeak ahead of Slytherin and win the House Cup yet again. Ginny Weasley threw her arms around the neck of Harry Potter before kissing him in celebration. Harry returned the kiss before his eyes met Ron’s across the common room. Ron laughed and whispered something to Lavender Brown, who was currently sitting on his lap.
“Let’s go join your brother,” Harry suggested, taking Ginny’s hand in his own before leading her over to where Ron and Lavender were sitting in front of the fireplace. The two couples chatted softly, ignoring the celebration that was going on around them. Harry caught Ron’s eye and nodded towards the boys’ dorms. Ron smiled in understanding and pressed a kiss to Lavender’s forehead.
“I’m going to bed,” Ron announced, motioning for Lavender to get up. She pouted for a moment, but did what he wanted, kissing him softly before retiring to bed herself.
Harry and Ginny called out their good nights to the retreating couple as Ginny yawned widely. “I think I’m going to bed too. I still have to finish packing,” Ginny explained, laughing at Harry’s crestfallen look.
“If you insist,” Harry said with a mock sigh, kissing Ginny before she left him alone in front of the cheery fire.
Harry smiled to himself; that was easier than normal. Ginny was usually the type to stay up past curfew; it was difficult to get away from her lately. He yawned as he walked across the common room, mentally noting where the rest of his dorm mates were. Neville was deep in conversation with Hermione and Seamus and Dean were selling Weasley Wizard Wheezes to first years. It looked like everyone would be preoccupied for a while.
Harry climbed the stairs to the sixth year boys’ dorm, his mind focused on one thing: the red head that was waiting on him. “How long do you think we have?” Ron asked as Harry closed the door behind him.
“Probably not very long,” Harry said with a shrug as he warded the door to alert them of anyone who approached.
Harry walked towards Ron, wrapping his arms around his best friend turned boyfriend, and hugging him tightly. The two boys kissed hungrily as Ron pushed Harry against the wall and unbuttoning his shirt as they continued to kiss. They broke the kiss, gasping breathlessly as Ron ran his fingers over Harry’s bare chest.
“You smell like Lavender’s perfume,” Harry complained as he pulled on Ron’s tie.
“And you taste like my sister, but enough about that,” Ron joked, allowing his own shirt to be unbuttoned. He closed his eyes, moaning softly as Harry’s calloused hands travelled over his sensitive flesh.
“We don’t have time,” Harry protested when Ron’s hands came to rest on his belt.
Ron pouted as he unfastened the belt buckle and unbuttoned Harry’s pants. “I’m just helping you get ready for bed,” he said innocently, pressing a kiss to a scar on Harry’s collarbone. “Damned dragon,” he said with a laugh, licking the ugly scar and receiving a shudder from Harry.
“Bastard, you take advantage of my weakness,” Harry murmured, not realizing that his pants were around his ankles.
“You do the same thing and you know it,” Ron said, justifying his actions, his thumbs sliding under the waistband of Harry’s Chudley Cannon boxers. Harry had completely given up on telling Ron no when the room was filled with a soft chiming noise.
“Fuck, talk about bad timing,” Harry complained, diving under the blankets on his bed as he took the wards down. He gave Ron an apologetic look when he noticed that the red head had crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
“Am I ever going to get laid again?” Ron muttered to himself, pulling his pants off and tossing them towards his open trunk as Seamus and Dean walked into the dorm room.
“In bed already Harry? Weasley’s sister wear you out?” Seamus asked with a laugh, smacking Harry on the head playfully.
“Fuck you,” Harry grumbled good naturedly as he sat up, leaning against the headboard.
“I thought you’d never ask. Sorry Dean, tonight I’m Harry’s,” Seamus declared, jumping on Harry’s bed and throwing his arms around the smaller boy before kissing him on the cheek.
“You have to share,” Dean said, rolling his eyes, used to his boyfriend’s antics.
Harry pulled away from Seamus, pushing him away playfully. “Ew, Irish cooties,” he joked, he was used to Seamus trying to convince him that he was gay. Who would have thought that the Irish boy was right? Well, maybe he was right, the only boy Harry had ever been with was Ron, so who was to say that it wasn’t just some sort of weird friendship infatuation. Well, okay, there was one more boy at Hogwarts that Harry found attractive, arrogant as hell, but beautiful. Never in a million years would he admit to anyone that he was attracted to Draco Fucking Malfoy, Slytherin Prince and all around asshole.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Dean asked, noticing that Harry hadn’t kicked Seamus out of the bed yet.
Harry shrugged and planted his foot on Seamus’ thigh, pushing him off the bed, dumping him on the floor with an unceremonial thump. “Summer, the next year and then all this being over. I just want to get it over with,” Harry said, throwing his tie at Seamus who was glaring up at him.
“I second that,” Ron said, chiming in with his two cents. Of course he was only looking forward to the summer because Harry was spending the end of it at the Burrow.
“Good night lover,” Seamus sang out, causing Harry to roll his eyes as he pulled the blankets over his head.
The train ride to Platform 9 ¾ was uneventful, with the exception of a recently dumped Lavender crying in a compartment full of Gryffindor girls. “When are you breaking up with Ginny?” Ron asked as he and Harry left the Hogwarts Express.
“I’m a wimp,” Harry said with a laugh as he held up a folded letter. “I’m going to give it to her now and hopefully she’ll be mostly over it by the time I get to the Burrow,” Harry explained with a shrug as they walked across the platform.
“When are you coming?” Ron asked as Ginny joined the two of them.
“I’m leaving for the Burrow the minute I turn seventeen. Dumbledore said that the protection spell was null and void when I come of age and I’m not staying there longer than I have to,” Harry said, sliding his arm around Ginny’s waist.
“Great birthday present huh?” Ginny said, smiling at Harry.
Harry nodded and handed Ginny the folded piece of parchment. “Don’t open this until you get home,” Harry requested, brushing Ginny’s lips with a kiss.
“See you later Harry,” Ginny said, slipping the folded note into her bag as Harry disappeared through the barrier.
Harry groaned as he flopped down on his bed at 4 Privet Drive. He had managed to make it from King’s Cross to the Dursley’s house without wanting to hex someone. He had just pulled his shoes off when a small owl zoomed through the open window. “Hi Pig,” he said with a sigh, unfastening the letter from the leg of the small bird. Pig dipped into Hedwig’s water dish before zooming back out the window. Hedwig hooted softly, annoyed by the small bird, even after years she still wasn’t on a friendly basis with that damned bird.
Harry opened the letter with a smile, if Ron was already sending him letters, something was up.
June 1
Harry-
Remind me again why you breaking up with Ginny was a good idea. She’s bawling her eyes out and cursing your name with every breath, I think you were right to break up with her via letter, otherwise we’d be putting what was left of you in a fucking matchbox.
But enough about my sister. Have you killed the muggles yet? Haha just remember that it’s only for a few weeks longer and, then you’re through with them forever.
Don’t forget about me and find some other boy!
-Ron
June 1
Ron-
I had a feeling that she’d have a bad reaction, which is why I chickened out at the last minute and gave her the note. Do you honestly think Ginny will be okay with me coming for the summer? (Well, like it or not I’m coming anyway. I can just hide in your room all summer, right?) Do you think… no, never mind, I don’t want to go there right now.
The only thing that’s getting me through the Dursley filled summer is the constant reminder that I never have to be locked in this fucking bedroom again.
I’ll make a deal with you, if I find another boy; you have my permission to find yourself a boy hotter than the one I find. Deal? Write me Ronald Billius Weasley or I will personally hex your balls off.
Cheers!
Harry
July 24
Harry-
Why does it feel like this summer is dragging by and just why the hell do I miss you so much? I mean this last week is going to drag by, are you sure you can’t sneak away early? I mean what kind of a difference can one week make? Honestly, I think Dumbledore is completely mental sometimes.
See you in a week!
Ron
July 25
Ron-
If I recall correctly, the reason you miss me so much happened in the Prefect’s Bathroom, the Room of Requirement, the quidditch showers, the dorms-need I continue?
I’m fine here, honestly. It’s only for a few more days. Just remember what we planned, meet me at the park in Magnolia Crescent at five minutes past midnight to apperate me and my stuff to the Burrow.
Oh, and Dumbledore, mental? Never haha
I love you, I miss you
-Harry
A week later, Ron was pacing around a jungle gym, Harry was already twenty minutes late and he was getting worried. He sighed and sat down on a swing, scuffing the toes of his shoes against the ground as he looked around.
“Finally,” he called out as Harry appeared under a street light across the park.
“Hey,” Harry said glumly, trying to hide his face from Ron.
“What-?” Ron started, but Harry cut him off by raising his hand.
“Uncle Vernon wouldn’t let me leave. Good thing I’m faster than him huh,” he asked with a wry chuckle as Ron gently touched Harry’s bruised cheek. “Just get me to the Burrow, preferably somewhere outside so I can have some time with you before the rest of the Weasley clan attacks me,” Harry said, reaching over and grabbing Ron’s arm before hugging him tightly.
“Outside the Burrow. That I can do,” Ron said, sliding his arms around Harry and seconds later they were under a large tree that stood behind the Burrow.
“Finally,” Harry said softly, repeating Ron’s earlier words before attacking Ron’s lips with his own, kissing the red head hungrily. Ron returned the kiss, his hands buried in Harry’s messy brown hair. The kiss deepened, neither of the boys paying attention to their surroundings or their audience.
“What the hell? You dumped me for my fucking brother?” a voice exclaimed, interrupting their privacy.
“Ginny? What are you doing out here?” Ron asked, jumping away from Harry.
“Mum sent me to find out what was keeping you. Now it’s all perfectly clear,” Ginny said with a sob, disappearing into the house and slamming the door behind her.
Ron paled visibly beneath his freckles; it had never crossed his mind that anyone in his family would find out about Harry so soon. Harry noticed Ron’s hesitance and frowned, this wasn’t what he was expecting from Ron at all. “Let’s get this over with,” Ron muttered, motioning Harry towards the door, avoiding eye contact with the shorter boy. Harry followed, confused by Ron’s way less than accepting attitude. What was up with him anyway?
“I’m glad you’re away from that awful place Harry dear,” Molly Weasley said, giving Harry a warm and welcoming bear hug. “Don’t worry about Ginny dear, the first heart break is always the hardest,” she continued, following Harry’s gaze to the youngest and only female Weasley child.
Harry smiled, faking relief at Mrs. Weasley’s comments-Ginny wasn’t the one he was worried about. “Thanks Mrs. Weasley,” he said with a genuine smile as she ushered him to the table and pushed a plate of food towards him.
Harry ate as Mrs. Weasley chattered on about the happenings in the wizarding world, neither of them noticing when Ron disappeared up the stairs to his bedroom. Harry yawned as he finished his meal, thanking Mrs. Weasley once again before going up the stairs to Ron’s bedroom. “Am I allowed to come in?” Harry asked, leaning against the doorframe of Ron’s bedroom.
Ron shrugged and motioned to the figure who was standing by the open window. “Close the door behind you,” he requested.
“How long as this been going on?” Ginny demanded as soon as the door was closed.
There was silence as the two boys avoided each other’s gaze until Harry spoke up, “About nine months.”
“So everything I thought we had was nothing but a lie? God Harry, you were fucking me and Ron? Talk about a family affair. I should go tell Mum and Dad,” Ginny ranted as she paced around the small room, gesturing wildly with her hands.
“I don’t care,” Harry admitted with a nonchalant shrug at the same time that Ron’s eyes widened and he exclaimed:
“Don’t! Ginny, you can’t,” he said, pleading with his only sister.
“What? Why not?” Harry asked, staring at Ron in disbelief. “I thought the whole reason for me coming here was that we could tell your family,” Harry said, watching Ron’s facial expressions carefully.
“Can’t we wait a while? I mean I don’t think I can do it right now,” Ron confessed, avoiding Harry’s eyes.
“Oh come on Ron, I thought we were past this, do you not love me because if you can’t tell…” Harry broke off, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Harry, I-“ Ron stammered, unsure of how to phrase his thoughts.
“You don’t love me,” Harry said sadly, he almost felt his heart break then and there as the situation sank in. “I’m sleeping in the twins old room,” he said, turning on his heel and fleeing down the stairs.
“That went well,” Ginny said with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.
Ron jumped slightly; he had forgotten that Ginny was even in the room. “This is all your fucking fault Ginny. If you hadn’t been all over Harry for years, he would never have asked you out and this whole thing would have been a hell of a lot easier. Why does this have to be so damned complicated?” he asked with a sigh as he sank down onto his bed.
Ginny stared at the forlorn expression on her brother’s face for a few minutes before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Get some sleep Ronald, things always look better in the morning light,” she said quietly before leaving her brother’s room; she hated seeing him like this. Ginny rubbed her eyes tiredly, she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen this coming, if she hadn’t been so wrapped up in her own little world she would have seen that Harry really didn’t love her. At least not the way she loved him. She allowed a few tears to fall as she reached her bedroom. “Don’t get involved in this,” she warned herself as she lay down on her bed. This was between Ron and Harry - she was staying out of the firing range when her parents found out.
The next few weeks at the Burrow were icy between Ron and Harry, they spoke only when forced to and by the last day of summer vacation, even Mrs. Weasley could tell that something was very wrong between the two.
“What happened between you and Harry?” Mrs. Weasley asked Ron when she pulled him aside after the annual family dinner.
“Nothing Mum, we had a fight, that’s all,” Ron said with a shrug as he helped his mother with the dishes.
“A fight about what?” Mrs. Weasley pried, urging her youngest son to talk to her.
“Nothing important. Can we just not talk about it?” Ron asked, avoiding eye contact with his gossip loving mother.
“Don’t stay mad for long. Life is too short and friendship too precious for that,” Mrs. Weasley continued as Ron rolled his eyes and tuned her out, something he had perfected over the years.
“How long are you going to stay mad at my brother?” Ginny demanded as she walked into Harry’s temporary room, closing the door behind her.
“Come to yell at me again?” Harry asked from his position on the floor in front of his trunk where he was doing some last minute packing.
“Only if you deserve it. Now answer my question about Ron,” Ginny insisted as she sat down on one of the twins’ old beds.
“I’ll stay mad as long as I want to,” Harry said without looking at Ginny as he carefully folded his invisibility cloak.
“Because he won’t tell Mum and Dad?” Ginny asked, scoffing slightly when Harry nodded in the affirmative. “Come on Harry, you know how traditional my parents are. Remember how they freaked out when the twins let it slip that you and I were having sex? My parents almost killed us both,” Ginny reminded him as he joined her on the bed.
“So what do you suggest I do? I hate hiding this from everyone,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tell Ron what you just told me. Just don’t pressure him into telling Mum and Dad until he’s ready. It’s going to be hard enough on him without you on his case all the time,” she lectured as Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Can I at least think about it?” Harry asked, glancing over at his ex-girlfriend.
“Just don’t think about it too long. The two of you have my blessing if that means anything to you. Just please don’t fuck this up,” Ginny requested before leaving the room.
Harry ran his fingers through his unruly hair as he walked down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. He opened the door of an empty compartment and took a seat by the window and was soon lost in thought until the door slid open.
“Is there room for two?” a voice asked, breaking into Harry’s thoughts.
Harry looked up; his green eyes meeting Ron’s blue ones as he fingered his wand. “We should talk,” Harry said, casting a silencing charm on the car.
“Yeah, talk we should,” Ron said, sitting across from Harry. There were a few minutes of silence until Ron finally spoke. “I’m sorry Harry, it’s just that when Ginny threatened to tell Mum and Dad I freaked out,” he said, staring at the floor as he spoke.
“No, I’m sorry. I mean we had never even talked about telling your parents and I just assumed you were okay with it. I should have realized…” Harry broke off with a shrug and he reached over and caressed Ron’s freckled cheek.
“And I should have said something. I do love you Harry, but I’m not ready for my parents to find out just yet. Can you accept that?” Ron asked cautiously.
“You’ll tell them though, right?” Harry pressed. He wanted a definite answer.
“Give me until Christmas? If I don’t tell them then, you can have the honour,” Ron offered as Harry leaned forward, licking his lips slightly.
“Of course. Let’s not fight anymore. I hated not talking to you, not kissing you, not touching you-“ Harry was cut off by Ron kissing him none to gently. Harry returned the kiss eagerly, it had been too long and both boys needed this. Harry pushed Ron away slightly when he felt the red head’s hands on his belt buckle. “Ron, we don’t have…”
“Don’t have time, yeah I know,” Ron continued Harry’s sentence with a laugh, his hands moving towards Harry’s hair.
“Tonight. Room of Requirement and I promise that we’ll have all the time in the world,” Harry said, laughing at the look of utter happiness on Ron’s face.
They snuggled in silence, kissing occasionally and laughing at the fact that Hermione was stuck with Draco as Head Boy. “We’re here already?” Ron complained as the train slowed to a stop.
“Looks that way,” Harry said with a sigh. He pulled Ron close and kissed him again. “Love you Ron, and tonight, that cute little ass of yours is mine,” he promised, one of his hands falling to Ron’s ass.
“I look forward to it. I love you too and I’m glad we’re not fighting anymore,’ Ron said as he unlocked the door.
“Me too, me too,” Harry said with a smile as he watched Ron disappear into the throng of students that were filing past the door.
Author: iwantasoda
Giftee: screaminglungs
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,552
Pairing: Harry/Ron, mentions of Seamus/Dean, Harry/Ginny and Ron/Lavender
Warnings: m/m relationship, crapily written angst
Notes: Angst was requested and I’m not so good at the angst, but I hope angst-lite works! This was so much fun to write :D
Summary: Harry and Ron deal with hiding their relationship. Takes place at the end of sixth year and continues through that summer. AU, end of HBP never occurred because it makes for happier stories.
The Gryffindor Common Room was a buzz with excitement and celebration on the last day of the term. They had managed to squeak ahead of Slytherin and win the House Cup yet again. Ginny Weasley threw her arms around the neck of Harry Potter before kissing him in celebration. Harry returned the kiss before his eyes met Ron’s across the common room. Ron laughed and whispered something to Lavender Brown, who was currently sitting on his lap.
“Let’s go join your brother,” Harry suggested, taking Ginny’s hand in his own before leading her over to where Ron and Lavender were sitting in front of the fireplace. The two couples chatted softly, ignoring the celebration that was going on around them. Harry caught Ron’s eye and nodded towards the boys’ dorms. Ron smiled in understanding and pressed a kiss to Lavender’s forehead.
“I’m going to bed,” Ron announced, motioning for Lavender to get up. She pouted for a moment, but did what he wanted, kissing him softly before retiring to bed herself.
Harry and Ginny called out their good nights to the retreating couple as Ginny yawned widely. “I think I’m going to bed too. I still have to finish packing,” Ginny explained, laughing at Harry’s crestfallen look.
“If you insist,” Harry said with a mock sigh, kissing Ginny before she left him alone in front of the cheery fire.
Harry smiled to himself; that was easier than normal. Ginny was usually the type to stay up past curfew; it was difficult to get away from her lately. He yawned as he walked across the common room, mentally noting where the rest of his dorm mates were. Neville was deep in conversation with Hermione and Seamus and Dean were selling Weasley Wizard Wheezes to first years. It looked like everyone would be preoccupied for a while.
Harry climbed the stairs to the sixth year boys’ dorm, his mind focused on one thing: the red head that was waiting on him. “How long do you think we have?” Ron asked as Harry closed the door behind him.
“Probably not very long,” Harry said with a shrug as he warded the door to alert them of anyone who approached.
Harry walked towards Ron, wrapping his arms around his best friend turned boyfriend, and hugging him tightly. The two boys kissed hungrily as Ron pushed Harry against the wall and unbuttoning his shirt as they continued to kiss. They broke the kiss, gasping breathlessly as Ron ran his fingers over Harry’s bare chest.
“You smell like Lavender’s perfume,” Harry complained as he pulled on Ron’s tie.
“And you taste like my sister, but enough about that,” Ron joked, allowing his own shirt to be unbuttoned. He closed his eyes, moaning softly as Harry’s calloused hands travelled over his sensitive flesh.
“We don’t have time,” Harry protested when Ron’s hands came to rest on his belt.
Ron pouted as he unfastened the belt buckle and unbuttoned Harry’s pants. “I’m just helping you get ready for bed,” he said innocently, pressing a kiss to a scar on Harry’s collarbone. “Damned dragon,” he said with a laugh, licking the ugly scar and receiving a shudder from Harry.
“Bastard, you take advantage of my weakness,” Harry murmured, not realizing that his pants were around his ankles.
“You do the same thing and you know it,” Ron said, justifying his actions, his thumbs sliding under the waistband of Harry’s Chudley Cannon boxers. Harry had completely given up on telling Ron no when the room was filled with a soft chiming noise.
“Fuck, talk about bad timing,” Harry complained, diving under the blankets on his bed as he took the wards down. He gave Ron an apologetic look when he noticed that the red head had crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
“Am I ever going to get laid again?” Ron muttered to himself, pulling his pants off and tossing them towards his open trunk as Seamus and Dean walked into the dorm room.
“In bed already Harry? Weasley’s sister wear you out?” Seamus asked with a laugh, smacking Harry on the head playfully.
“Fuck you,” Harry grumbled good naturedly as he sat up, leaning against the headboard.
“I thought you’d never ask. Sorry Dean, tonight I’m Harry’s,” Seamus declared, jumping on Harry’s bed and throwing his arms around the smaller boy before kissing him on the cheek.
“You have to share,” Dean said, rolling his eyes, used to his boyfriend’s antics.
Harry pulled away from Seamus, pushing him away playfully. “Ew, Irish cooties,” he joked, he was used to Seamus trying to convince him that he was gay. Who would have thought that the Irish boy was right? Well, maybe he was right, the only boy Harry had ever been with was Ron, so who was to say that it wasn’t just some sort of weird friendship infatuation. Well, okay, there was one more boy at Hogwarts that Harry found attractive, arrogant as hell, but beautiful. Never in a million years would he admit to anyone that he was attracted to Draco Fucking Malfoy, Slytherin Prince and all around asshole.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Dean asked, noticing that Harry hadn’t kicked Seamus out of the bed yet.
Harry shrugged and planted his foot on Seamus’ thigh, pushing him off the bed, dumping him on the floor with an unceremonial thump. “Summer, the next year and then all this being over. I just want to get it over with,” Harry said, throwing his tie at Seamus who was glaring up at him.
“I second that,” Ron said, chiming in with his two cents. Of course he was only looking forward to the summer because Harry was spending the end of it at the Burrow.
“Good night lover,” Seamus sang out, causing Harry to roll his eyes as he pulled the blankets over his head.
The train ride to Platform 9 ¾ was uneventful, with the exception of a recently dumped Lavender crying in a compartment full of Gryffindor girls. “When are you breaking up with Ginny?” Ron asked as he and Harry left the Hogwarts Express.
“I’m a wimp,” Harry said with a laugh as he held up a folded letter. “I’m going to give it to her now and hopefully she’ll be mostly over it by the time I get to the Burrow,” Harry explained with a shrug as they walked across the platform.
“When are you coming?” Ron asked as Ginny joined the two of them.
“I’m leaving for the Burrow the minute I turn seventeen. Dumbledore said that the protection spell was null and void when I come of age and I’m not staying there longer than I have to,” Harry said, sliding his arm around Ginny’s waist.
“Great birthday present huh?” Ginny said, smiling at Harry.
Harry nodded and handed Ginny the folded piece of parchment. “Don’t open this until you get home,” Harry requested, brushing Ginny’s lips with a kiss.
“See you later Harry,” Ginny said, slipping the folded note into her bag as Harry disappeared through the barrier.
Harry groaned as he flopped down on his bed at 4 Privet Drive. He had managed to make it from King’s Cross to the Dursley’s house without wanting to hex someone. He had just pulled his shoes off when a small owl zoomed through the open window. “Hi Pig,” he said with a sigh, unfastening the letter from the leg of the small bird. Pig dipped into Hedwig’s water dish before zooming back out the window. Hedwig hooted softly, annoyed by the small bird, even after years she still wasn’t on a friendly basis with that damned bird.
Harry opened the letter with a smile, if Ron was already sending him letters, something was up.
June 1
Harry-
Remind me again why you breaking up with Ginny was a good idea. She’s bawling her eyes out and cursing your name with every breath, I think you were right to break up with her via letter, otherwise we’d be putting what was left of you in a fucking matchbox.
But enough about my sister. Have you killed the muggles yet? Haha just remember that it’s only for a few weeks longer and, then you’re through with them forever.
Don’t forget about me and find some other boy!
-Ron
June 1
Ron-
I had a feeling that she’d have a bad reaction, which is why I chickened out at the last minute and gave her the note. Do you honestly think Ginny will be okay with me coming for the summer? (Well, like it or not I’m coming anyway. I can just hide in your room all summer, right?) Do you think… no, never mind, I don’t want to go there right now.
The only thing that’s getting me through the Dursley filled summer is the constant reminder that I never have to be locked in this fucking bedroom again.
I’ll make a deal with you, if I find another boy; you have my permission to find yourself a boy hotter than the one I find. Deal? Write me Ronald Billius Weasley or I will personally hex your balls off.
Cheers!
Harry
July 24
Harry-
Why does it feel like this summer is dragging by and just why the hell do I miss you so much? I mean this last week is going to drag by, are you sure you can’t sneak away early? I mean what kind of a difference can one week make? Honestly, I think Dumbledore is completely mental sometimes.
See you in a week!
Ron
July 25
Ron-
If I recall correctly, the reason you miss me so much happened in the Prefect’s Bathroom, the Room of Requirement, the quidditch showers, the dorms-need I continue?
I’m fine here, honestly. It’s only for a few more days. Just remember what we planned, meet me at the park in Magnolia Crescent at five minutes past midnight to apperate me and my stuff to the Burrow.
Oh, and Dumbledore, mental? Never haha
I love you, I miss you
-Harry
A week later, Ron was pacing around a jungle gym, Harry was already twenty minutes late and he was getting worried. He sighed and sat down on a swing, scuffing the toes of his shoes against the ground as he looked around.
“Finally,” he called out as Harry appeared under a street light across the park.
“Hey,” Harry said glumly, trying to hide his face from Ron.
“What-?” Ron started, but Harry cut him off by raising his hand.
“Uncle Vernon wouldn’t let me leave. Good thing I’m faster than him huh,” he asked with a wry chuckle as Ron gently touched Harry’s bruised cheek. “Just get me to the Burrow, preferably somewhere outside so I can have some time with you before the rest of the Weasley clan attacks me,” Harry said, reaching over and grabbing Ron’s arm before hugging him tightly.
“Outside the Burrow. That I can do,” Ron said, sliding his arms around Harry and seconds later they were under a large tree that stood behind the Burrow.
“Finally,” Harry said softly, repeating Ron’s earlier words before attacking Ron’s lips with his own, kissing the red head hungrily. Ron returned the kiss, his hands buried in Harry’s messy brown hair. The kiss deepened, neither of the boys paying attention to their surroundings or their audience.
“What the hell? You dumped me for my fucking brother?” a voice exclaimed, interrupting their privacy.
“Ginny? What are you doing out here?” Ron asked, jumping away from Harry.
“Mum sent me to find out what was keeping you. Now it’s all perfectly clear,” Ginny said with a sob, disappearing into the house and slamming the door behind her.
Ron paled visibly beneath his freckles; it had never crossed his mind that anyone in his family would find out about Harry so soon. Harry noticed Ron’s hesitance and frowned, this wasn’t what he was expecting from Ron at all. “Let’s get this over with,” Ron muttered, motioning Harry towards the door, avoiding eye contact with the shorter boy. Harry followed, confused by Ron’s way less than accepting attitude. What was up with him anyway?
“I’m glad you’re away from that awful place Harry dear,” Molly Weasley said, giving Harry a warm and welcoming bear hug. “Don’t worry about Ginny dear, the first heart break is always the hardest,” she continued, following Harry’s gaze to the youngest and only female Weasley child.
Harry smiled, faking relief at Mrs. Weasley’s comments-Ginny wasn’t the one he was worried about. “Thanks Mrs. Weasley,” he said with a genuine smile as she ushered him to the table and pushed a plate of food towards him.
Harry ate as Mrs. Weasley chattered on about the happenings in the wizarding world, neither of them noticing when Ron disappeared up the stairs to his bedroom. Harry yawned as he finished his meal, thanking Mrs. Weasley once again before going up the stairs to Ron’s bedroom. “Am I allowed to come in?” Harry asked, leaning against the doorframe of Ron’s bedroom.
Ron shrugged and motioned to the figure who was standing by the open window. “Close the door behind you,” he requested.
“How long as this been going on?” Ginny demanded as soon as the door was closed.
There was silence as the two boys avoided each other’s gaze until Harry spoke up, “About nine months.”
“So everything I thought we had was nothing but a lie? God Harry, you were fucking me and Ron? Talk about a family affair. I should go tell Mum and Dad,” Ginny ranted as she paced around the small room, gesturing wildly with her hands.
“I don’t care,” Harry admitted with a nonchalant shrug at the same time that Ron’s eyes widened and he exclaimed:
“Don’t! Ginny, you can’t,” he said, pleading with his only sister.
“What? Why not?” Harry asked, staring at Ron in disbelief. “I thought the whole reason for me coming here was that we could tell your family,” Harry said, watching Ron’s facial expressions carefully.
“Can’t we wait a while? I mean I don’t think I can do it right now,” Ron confessed, avoiding Harry’s eyes.
“Oh come on Ron, I thought we were past this, do you not love me because if you can’t tell…” Harry broke off, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Harry, I-“ Ron stammered, unsure of how to phrase his thoughts.
“You don’t love me,” Harry said sadly, he almost felt his heart break then and there as the situation sank in. “I’m sleeping in the twins old room,” he said, turning on his heel and fleeing down the stairs.
“That went well,” Ginny said with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.
Ron jumped slightly; he had forgotten that Ginny was even in the room. “This is all your fucking fault Ginny. If you hadn’t been all over Harry for years, he would never have asked you out and this whole thing would have been a hell of a lot easier. Why does this have to be so damned complicated?” he asked with a sigh as he sank down onto his bed.
Ginny stared at the forlorn expression on her brother’s face for a few minutes before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Get some sleep Ronald, things always look better in the morning light,” she said quietly before leaving her brother’s room; she hated seeing him like this. Ginny rubbed her eyes tiredly, she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen this coming, if she hadn’t been so wrapped up in her own little world she would have seen that Harry really didn’t love her. At least not the way she loved him. She allowed a few tears to fall as she reached her bedroom. “Don’t get involved in this,” she warned herself as she lay down on her bed. This was between Ron and Harry - she was staying out of the firing range when her parents found out.
The next few weeks at the Burrow were icy between Ron and Harry, they spoke only when forced to and by the last day of summer vacation, even Mrs. Weasley could tell that something was very wrong between the two.
“What happened between you and Harry?” Mrs. Weasley asked Ron when she pulled him aside after the annual family dinner.
“Nothing Mum, we had a fight, that’s all,” Ron said with a shrug as he helped his mother with the dishes.
“A fight about what?” Mrs. Weasley pried, urging her youngest son to talk to her.
“Nothing important. Can we just not talk about it?” Ron asked, avoiding eye contact with his gossip loving mother.
“Don’t stay mad for long. Life is too short and friendship too precious for that,” Mrs. Weasley continued as Ron rolled his eyes and tuned her out, something he had perfected over the years.
“How long are you going to stay mad at my brother?” Ginny demanded as she walked into Harry’s temporary room, closing the door behind her.
“Come to yell at me again?” Harry asked from his position on the floor in front of his trunk where he was doing some last minute packing.
“Only if you deserve it. Now answer my question about Ron,” Ginny insisted as she sat down on one of the twins’ old beds.
“I’ll stay mad as long as I want to,” Harry said without looking at Ginny as he carefully folded his invisibility cloak.
“Because he won’t tell Mum and Dad?” Ginny asked, scoffing slightly when Harry nodded in the affirmative. “Come on Harry, you know how traditional my parents are. Remember how they freaked out when the twins let it slip that you and I were having sex? My parents almost killed us both,” Ginny reminded him as he joined her on the bed.
“So what do you suggest I do? I hate hiding this from everyone,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tell Ron what you just told me. Just don’t pressure him into telling Mum and Dad until he’s ready. It’s going to be hard enough on him without you on his case all the time,” she lectured as Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Can I at least think about it?” Harry asked, glancing over at his ex-girlfriend.
“Just don’t think about it too long. The two of you have my blessing if that means anything to you. Just please don’t fuck this up,” Ginny requested before leaving the room.
Harry ran his fingers through his unruly hair as he walked down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. He opened the door of an empty compartment and took a seat by the window and was soon lost in thought until the door slid open.
“Is there room for two?” a voice asked, breaking into Harry’s thoughts.
Harry looked up; his green eyes meeting Ron’s blue ones as he fingered his wand. “We should talk,” Harry said, casting a silencing charm on the car.
“Yeah, talk we should,” Ron said, sitting across from Harry. There were a few minutes of silence until Ron finally spoke. “I’m sorry Harry, it’s just that when Ginny threatened to tell Mum and Dad I freaked out,” he said, staring at the floor as he spoke.
“No, I’m sorry. I mean we had never even talked about telling your parents and I just assumed you were okay with it. I should have realized…” Harry broke off with a shrug and he reached over and caressed Ron’s freckled cheek.
“And I should have said something. I do love you Harry, but I’m not ready for my parents to find out just yet. Can you accept that?” Ron asked cautiously.
“You’ll tell them though, right?” Harry pressed. He wanted a definite answer.
“Give me until Christmas? If I don’t tell them then, you can have the honour,” Ron offered as Harry leaned forward, licking his lips slightly.
“Of course. Let’s not fight anymore. I hated not talking to you, not kissing you, not touching you-“ Harry was cut off by Ron kissing him none to gently. Harry returned the kiss eagerly, it had been too long and both boys needed this. Harry pushed Ron away slightly when he felt the red head’s hands on his belt buckle. “Ron, we don’t have…”
“Don’t have time, yeah I know,” Ron continued Harry’s sentence with a laugh, his hands moving towards Harry’s hair.
“Tonight. Room of Requirement and I promise that we’ll have all the time in the world,” Harry said, laughing at the look of utter happiness on Ron’s face.
They snuggled in silence, kissing occasionally and laughing at the fact that Hermione was stuck with Draco as Head Boy. “We’re here already?” Ron complained as the train slowed to a stop.
“Looks that way,” Harry said with a sigh. He pulled Ron close and kissed him again. “Love you Ron, and tonight, that cute little ass of yours is mine,” he promised, one of his hands falling to Ron’s ass.
“I look forward to it. I love you too and I’m glad we’re not fighting anymore,’ Ron said as he unlocked the door.
“Me too, me too,” Harry said with a smile as he watched Ron disappear into the throng of students that were filing past the door.