Defying Expectations

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Defying Expectations

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG

Warnings: Major fluff, Slight angst

Word Count: 365

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

Notes: Harry and Ron kidnapped my fingers and brain for this week’s prompts. Sorry if you hate it. Fluffy and ridiculously sweet.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 78- “The touch of your hand…” ; Shopping; Blanket

Summary: Harry and Ron discuss expectations.

Defying Expectations

“You hate shopping, Harry.”

“Not when I’m shopping for gifts.”

“I still say she’d like that blanket, Harry.”

“Ron, everyone cannot be a Cannons fan. Besides, you just wanted that blanket for yourself. Admit it.”

“Is that so wrong?”

“When we’re supposed to be shopping for Luna’s baby shower? Yes!”

“You’re no fun anymore, you know that?”

“What are you on about?”

“We used to have fun. Go out to pubs, cheer on the Cannons— eat curry naked in bed on our days off. I miss that.”

“You always could eat like a Hippogriff,” Harry commented fondly.

“You’re missing the point, Harry. I’m saying that I miss us. The way we used to be. Now I look around, and most people we know are married and having babies. And here we are. I feel like I missed a page in a script somewhere and no one bothered to tell me.”

“Are you saying you want to have a child together?”

“No, I don’t mean that. It just seems to be what everyone is doing now, and Mum won’t stop hinting that she wants more grandchildren to spoil.”

“Ron, that’s not the reason anyone should have a child. Molly wouldn’t be the one giving birth to our child and raising it.”

“I know. It’s just that everyone seems to expect that we will sooner or later.”

“And there was a time they all expected me to marry Ginny. We wouldn’t be together if I’d done that, now would we?”

“How do you always say just the right things?”

“Ron, I’ve known you since we were eleven. I know what you smell like when you get back in bed after going to the kitchen for a midnight snack. I hear you talk in your sleep. You always nuzzle closer after a nightmare, and you whisper my name. The touch of your hand… is still the thing that makes me feel safest in the world. Forgive me if I can’t be upset that we don’t meet some arbitrary expectation of what we ought to be or do. I like us. Just as we are.”

“Hufflepuff.”

“Did it make you feel better?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s worth being a Hufflepuff.”

Comments

[my_thestral]

Oh, what a sweety of a fic! :D And what a sweety of (a) Harry! I just want to hug the little fellow and give him a chocolate frog for being so good to my Ronnie. :) I like the way you "designed" Ron to be in this fic - I can totally imagine him having lots of insecurities in his life even once he was supposed to be happy. He's the type of person that would look around, see someone having something and immediatelly think "Should I have this as well? Am I missing out?" It's a good thing that he has Harry, who's been taught by life experience to rely on his own judgement, and who knows how to tell him to just enjoy what he has if it makes him happy.
Lovely little ficlet! :)

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

I'm so happy you liked Ron's characterization in this. That means a lot, especially since I know you love him. I'm so happy it wasn't out of character for him to feel that insecure. I see that from him, even in canon, partly because he comes from such a large family, he tends to seem a bit lost under expectations and obligations. Harry just wants them both to be happy and at peace.I'm happy you enjoyed this this one.

[digthewriter]

Cute!

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Big life decisions are very personal, indeed. I don't think it's right for anyone to feel pressured into them, whatever the reason.