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acquiescenceTitle: Last Call at the Leaky Cauldron
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Pairing: Harry/Ron, mention of Hermione/Charlie
Rating: R
Warning: slash, angst!Harry, character death
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
Word Count: 767
A/N: This is is forkerryblaze's Last Call at the Leaky Cauldron Challenge. So it must contain a combination of Het and Slash, and the phrase "I didn't think it would be that big!"
“Last call everyone,” called Tom from behind the bar at the Leaky Cauldon.
Harry sat on a tall stool at the end of the bar nursing the same drink he’d had more than an hour. Hermione came over to where he was sitting at the bar.
“I’ll have a butter beer please Tom.”
She pulled a stool beside Harry and sat down.
“Not done with that drink yet, Harry?”
“I didn’t think it would be that big,” he said half heartedly.
“The war is over Harry you should be celebrating, not sitting here sulking. Almost any witch around here would give anything to be with you, especially now.”
“You’re probably right, but I don’t want any witch.”
Hermione looked over Harry’s should to where Charlie sat to let him know she’d be a little longer.
Outside they could hear crowds of people cheering and laughing having a good time. The war had been won only 3 days earlier.
“What’s wrong Harry?”
“It’s nothing ‘Mione, I’m just tired is all.”
It was true that Harry didn’t want to be with any witch. The one person he wanted to be with he’d never get to be with again.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Ouch, watch your teeth mate.” Ron winced.
It was Harry’s first time giving a blowjob. It wasn’t all lips and tongue as he had originally imagined. For him it was more like gagging and teeth, but he was determined to make Ron enjoy himself.
Their first time had been rough. Ron had more experience and was able to guide Harry through it, but it was rough.
Eventually he was able to find a steady rhythm. Up and down, back and forth, in and out. Ron groaned and fisted his hand in Harry’s untidy hair. He cried out when he released and it filled Harry with a rush of love and satisfaction.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Happy anniversary, love.” Ron kissed Harry soundly.
They’d been together for a year by then. It had been rough coming out to their families and friends. They didn’t understand at first. How could the Boy Who Lived be shacked up with his best friend. It just didn’t make sense.
He was supposed to marry Ginny Weasley or Pansy Parkinson or even Luna Lovegood; he wasn’t supposed to be shagging his best friend. It just didn’t make sense.
They made love softly, quietly, and gently. Harry whispered in Ron’s ear driving him towards the edge. Ron thrust in and out again and again in their slow familiar rhythm. When he came it was almost silent; he crushed his lips against Harry’s and shook with the intensity of his release.
“Love you, Harry.” He whispered.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“You’ll always be with me won’t you?”
“What was that mate?” Ron looked up from the chess board.
“You’ll always be with me, won’t you?” Harry asked again; he looked upset and worried.
“Of course I will, love. What is this about?”
“I don’t know,” Harry sighed. “It’s just with the war and everything else going on … it’d … it’d just be really easy to lose you … I don’t think I could handle that,” he whispered.
All thoughts of the game forgotten Ron stood and came around the table to where Harry sat and grasped his shoulders and looked into his bright green eyes.
“Listen, Harry, I love you. I will always love you, nothing will change that. It doesn’t matter what happens to us, nothing will stop me from loving you.”
Harry wrapped his arms around Ron and pressed his lips against Ron’s neck. It wasn’t exactly what he had asked, but he supposed it would be the best he’d get.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“He’s gone Hermione.”
“I know Harry; he’s been gone for 3 months now.”
“I know, I guess it just didn’t hit me until now. Now that everything is over with. The flat is so empty; I have time now to sit and think and … miss him.”
“You know he still loves you right? Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean he stopped.”
“I know, but it’s not the same. I want him here. I can still smell him at night, when I lay in bed … it’s in the closet too, and the bathroom, and the sitting room, and the kitchen. It all smells like him.”
Harry started crying. He didn’t care that he was in the middle of the crowded bar; he didn’t care that everyone was turning to look; he didn’t care that he should be celebrating, or that he didn’t have to worry about the war anymore.
All he cared about was Ron.
It was always Ron.
Author:
acquiescence_Pairing: Harry/Ron, mention of Hermione/Charlie
Rating: R
Warning: slash, angst!Harry, character death
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
Word Count: 767
A/N: This is is for
kerryblaze's Last Call at the Leaky Cauldron Challenge. So it must contain a combination of Het and Slash, and the phrase "I didn't think it would be that big!"“Last call everyone,” called Tom from behind the bar at the Leaky Cauldon.
Harry sat on a tall stool at the end of the bar nursing the same drink he’d had more than an hour. Hermione came over to where he was sitting at the bar.
“I’ll have a butter beer please Tom.”
She pulled a stool beside Harry and sat down.
“Not done with that drink yet, Harry?”
“I didn’t think it would be that big,” he said half heartedly.
“The war is over Harry you should be celebrating, not sitting here sulking. Almost any witch around here would give anything to be with you, especially now.”
“You’re probably right, but I don’t want any witch.”
Hermione looked over Harry’s should to where Charlie sat to let him know she’d be a little longer.
Outside they could hear crowds of people cheering and laughing having a good time. The war had been won only 3 days earlier.
“What’s wrong Harry?”
“It’s nothing ‘Mione, I’m just tired is all.”
It was true that Harry didn’t want to be with any witch. The one person he wanted to be with he’d never get to be with again.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Ouch, watch your teeth mate.” Ron winced.
It was Harry’s first time giving a blowjob. It wasn’t all lips and tongue as he had originally imagined. For him it was more like gagging and teeth, but he was determined to make Ron enjoy himself.
Their first time had been rough. Ron had more experience and was able to guide Harry through it, but it was rough.
Eventually he was able to find a steady rhythm. Up and down, back and forth, in and out. Ron groaned and fisted his hand in Harry’s untidy hair. He cried out when he released and it filled Harry with a rush of love and satisfaction.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Happy anniversary, love.” Ron kissed Harry soundly.
They’d been together for a year by then. It had been rough coming out to their families and friends. They didn’t understand at first. How could the Boy Who Lived be shacked up with his best friend. It just didn’t make sense.
He was supposed to marry Ginny Weasley or Pansy Parkinson or even Luna Lovegood; he wasn’t supposed to be shagging his best friend. It just didn’t make sense.
They made love softly, quietly, and gently. Harry whispered in Ron’s ear driving him towards the edge. Ron thrust in and out again and again in their slow familiar rhythm. When he came it was almost silent; he crushed his lips against Harry’s and shook with the intensity of his release.
“Love you, Harry.” He whispered.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“You’ll always be with me won’t you?”
“What was that mate?” Ron looked up from the chess board.
“You’ll always be with me, won’t you?” Harry asked again; he looked upset and worried.
“Of course I will, love. What is this about?”
“I don’t know,” Harry sighed. “It’s just with the war and everything else going on … it’d … it’d just be really easy to lose you … I don’t think I could handle that,” he whispered.
All thoughts of the game forgotten Ron stood and came around the table to where Harry sat and grasped his shoulders and looked into his bright green eyes.
“Listen, Harry, I love you. I will always love you, nothing will change that. It doesn’t matter what happens to us, nothing will stop me from loving you.”
Harry wrapped his arms around Ron and pressed his lips against Ron’s neck. It wasn’t exactly what he had asked, but he supposed it would be the best he’d get.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“He’s gone Hermione.”
“I know Harry; he’s been gone for 3 months now.”
“I know, I guess it just didn’t hit me until now. Now that everything is over with. The flat is so empty; I have time now to sit and think and … miss him.”
“You know he still loves you right? Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean he stopped.”
“I know, but it’s not the same. I want him here. I can still smell him at night, when I lay in bed … it’s in the closet too, and the bathroom, and the sitting room, and the kitchen. It all smells like him.”
Harry started crying. He didn’t care that he was in the middle of the crowded bar; he didn’t care that everyone was turning to look; he didn’t care that he should be celebrating, or that he didn’t have to worry about the war anymore.
All he cared about was Ron.
It was always Ron.
