Best Mates

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Best Mates

Author: bleedingangel84 

Beta: None

Pairing: Harry/Ron

Rating: PG

Warnings: Pre-slash, mild suggestion

Word Count: 365

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

Written for: hogwarts365  Prompt 195-"An exceptionally skillful wizard"; Cake; Porskoff Ploy

Notes: When I saw the prompts this week, my muse screamed Harry/Ron at me. I’ve no idea why, but I’m not one to refuse a cranky muse, so here it is. I hope readers enjoy it.

Summary: Harry is a very good mate to Ron, but Ron wants more.








“Do you remember when they used the Porskoff Ploy during the Quidditch World Cup in fourth year? Bloody brilliant move, that.”

“I was more interested in Krum’s Wronski Feint, mate. You have to admit, the man is an exceptionally skillful wizard. He was a damn fine Seeker.”

“He almost cost Ireland the cup that year. Would’ve if the Chasers hadn’t been as good as they were. Stupid Krum.”

“Says the man who bought a likeness of him as a souvenir,” Harry teased with a smile.

“Oi, don’t remind me. Fred and George never did stop taking the mickey out of me for that. They used to claim I was in love with him.”

“I wondered myself if you didn’t have a crush on him. The way you talked, we couldn’t help it.”

“Oh, shut up! You know I never had a crush on him,” Ron defended, taking a drink from his Firewhisky and letting out a loud belch.

“Good one, Ron. But watch out. You almost turned me into human torch there. Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“What else is a man supposed to do when his wife leaves him? You’re my best mate. You’re supposed to be buying me pints and holding my head over the toilet when I sick up, not discouraging me from drowning my sorrows.”

“Forgive me. I must’ve missed that particular bit of information in my best friend guide.”

“Good thing I’m here to inform you, then. Your eyes are sparkly. Did you know?”

“Okay, now I know you’ve had enough. Let’s get you home, shall we?”

“Don’t make me stay by myself, Harry. Please? I have cake.”

“Well, how could I willingly turn down cake? Besides, I promised Molly I’d look after you.”

“You’re the best, Harry. I love you. Your lips look so soft. Shiny I wonder what it’s be like to kiss you.”

“Molly would kill me. We can’t, Ron. You’re drunk. It wouldn’t be right.”

‘But I want to,” Ron pouted.

“Ron, don’t. I can’t say no to you when you pout, and I’d prefer to keep myself safe from your mum’s wrath.”

“If mum wants to kill you, she’ll have to go through me.”