Staying In

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Staying In

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Pairing: Harry/Ron

Rating: PG

Warnings: Fluff, Mutual pining, Some humour

Word Count: 365

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

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 116- “Everything I am and everything in me/Wants to be the one you wanted me to be.” Singer; Station

Notes: Some Harry/Ron written to celebrate roelliej’s birthday. Sorry if this isn’t up to snuff, but I tried. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Summary: Harry and Ron decide to stay in for dinner.

Staying In

Harry smiled at the sound of singing coming from his best mate’s bedroom, pausing to listen before he knocked.

“Everything I am, and everything in me, wants to be the one you wanted me to be.”

“Ron? Are you ready to go, or should I come back when the concert is over?” Harry teased.

“Harry! Gods, warn a bloke, yeah? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry. I just find it oddly appealing when your face gets as red as your hair.”

“Remind me why I’m friends with you again?”

“Because you secretly love me, and your life would fall apart if I weren’t in it?”

“You just know me too well, don’t you? I never could have any secrets from you for long.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“I didn’t need my best mate catching me singing into my comb, Harry. That’s embarrassing.”

“It wasn’t too bad. You’re a much better singer than Celestina Warbeck.”

“Oh, now there’s high praise indeed. Perhaps I should ring the Wizard Rock radio station and book some airtime.”

“Don’t sulk. You play better air guitar than I do.”

“Harry, do you want me to throw this pillow at your head?”

“Go ahead. I already have the messiest hair on planet Earth.”

“You always look like you’ve just been shagged.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“You’re just trying to pay me back for embarrassing you, aren’t you?”

“They do say turnabout is fair play, but no, I am not trying to embarrass you. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You drive all the girls mental.”

“Girls are scary. The last time I went to a restaurant in Diagon Alley, I nearly got mobbed.”

“I told you you should’ve stayed here for dinner. I would’ve protected you from the scary girls.”

“Can we go now?”

“I love it when you turn into a beet. You look hot with your face flushed.”

“Ron, please. I don’t want it to go pear-shaped. You’re the best thing in my life. You always were.”

“Who’s to say that we can’t have something better? Forget going out. Let’s stay in and order takeaway. I’ll make it worth your while.”