Pleading and Promises

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Pleading and Promises

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG

Warnings: Slight angst, UST, hurt/comfort, preslash

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 70- “Coming Home” ; Hermione; Cooking class

Notes: I really don’t know where this came from. I don’t usually write Harry/Ron, so if it’s horrible, don’t be shy. Tell me. As usual, I have no beta.

Summary: Harry left after the war, but Ron thinks it’s time he came home.

Pleading and Promises

“When are you coming home, Harry?”

“Ron, I can’t.”

“Mate, please. Mum’s driving us all spare worrying over you. She says you look too thin and haven’t been eating enough.”

“Tell her I’m fine. I’ve enrolled in a cooking class, so I get plenty to eat. How’ve you been, Ron?”

“I’d be better if you’d come home. It’s dead lonely without you.”

“Really. I thought you and Hermione’d be so wrapped up in each other that you’d never miss me.”

“Not exactly. Turns out Hermione had her eye on someone else.”

“Who?”

“Pansy Parkinson. They work together in the Department of Mysteries at the ministry. Parkinson wanted to do more than research, it seems.”

“That’s a surprise. Are you all right?”

“It was a shock at first, but I’m over it now.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. You must think I’m the world’s worst friend.”

“If I thought that, would I be begging you to bring your arse back here? I miss you, Harry. Nothing’s been the same since you left.”

“I miss you, too, Ron. But, you know I can’t come home. Too many bad memories there right now.”

“Harry, I’m here, the family’s here. You wouldn’t be alone.”

“I’ve been enough of a burden on your family over the years, Ron.”

“Harry James Potter, if I hear you say that about yourself again, I will hurt you. You are not a burden on my family. Or me. We love you.”

“I love you all, too. But, please let me try this on my own for a while, all right?”

“You, Harry Potter, are a stupid, stubborn prat.”

“I thought you loved me?”

“I do, so I get to tell you when you’re being a prat.”

“I can’t fight that reasoning, can I?”

“You can try, but you won’t win. Come home. I want to see what you’ve learned in that cooking class.”

“You just want free food.”

“I want you home. The free food is just a bonus.”

“What’s there for me? Nothing!”

“Not true. I’m here. I want to help you through this.”

“Stop looking at me like I’m the kneazle that ate your canary, and maybe I will.”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”