Friendly Duties
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bleedingangel84Title: Friendly Duties
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Angst, Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 730
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompts 287 and Prompts 288- Afraid, Shut; “Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”― Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife, Merciful, Tremble; “Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.”― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Notes: Just randomness inspired by the two sets of prompts. Ron insisted on this one. I hope readers enjoy this. Apologies for the lateness and for posting one story for two sets of prompts, but it seemed to fit together pretty well.
Summary: Ron surprises a depressed Harry.
“Harry, come on mate, please get up?”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ron.”
“You’ve been spending too much time shut up in this gloomy old house since Malfoy left you. As your best friend, it’s my sacred duty to cheer you up and make you forget that idiot lover of yours.”
“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”
“Malfoy certainly did teach you how to be a drama queen, didn’t he?”
“My lover left me. Forgive me if I’m still a bit depressed. We were together for five years. I’m not going to get over that in a hurry.”
“Merciful Merlin, Harry! You don’t even try to! All you’ve done for months is sleep. You barely eat, and you haven’t even washed yourself in goodness knows when. I’m worried for you.”
“I’m not worth worrying over, Ron. Just leave me be, yeah?”
“Yeah, that’s not happening. It kills me to see you so gutted, Harry. Malfoy’s not worth the heartache you’re feeling if he couldn’t even appreciate you.”
“You’re right, Ron. Doesn’t stop me from loving him, though. Just go. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than dealing with my sorry arse.”
“Nope. There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.”
“I don’t believe that. I’m sure you’re supposed to be meeting Seamus at the Leaky for a drink or something.”
“Why not take a shower and come with me?”
“I’ll pass. Thanks though.”
Ron let out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a growl. “God, I want to kill Malfoy for what he’s done to you, I swear.”
“I’m fine, Ron.”
“Harry, you’re in pyjamas and it’s only six. That’s not fine, that’s a cry for help.”
“I’m comfortable, and it’s not the end of the world. Go on. Tell Seamus I said hello.”
“Budge up, Harry.”
“What are you on about?”
“If you won’t get out of bed, I’m coming in. I’m not leaving you alone anymore. I can’t bloody stand this.”
“You’re out of your tree, Ron.”
“No more than you. I just want you to be happy again, Harry. Tell me what I can do. I hate feeling so bloody helpless.”
“No one can fix this, Ron. Things won’t ever be the same again. I’m sorry if you can’t deal with that.”
“Malfoy wasn’t the only person who loved you, Harry. I just want my best mate back. It’s like you’ve turned into a ghost now that he’s gone.”
“I can’t help it, Ron. I just feel so lonely. He was the other half of me, and I don’t quite know what to with myself anymore.”
Ron sighed, releasing a deep breath as he bit his lip apprehensively. Making up his mind, he leaned towards Harry, touching his face gently before planting a feather-light kiss against his lips. Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on the softness of Ron’s lips, feeling as if there was a gleam of sunshine penetrating his shell of gloom. There was no sound except the beating of their hearts before Harry spoke into the silence, hearing his voice tremble, but unable to control it.
“W-What was that?”
“I believe it was a kiss, Harry.”
“Why? Because you feel sorry for me? Save it. I don’t need or want your pity, Ron.”
“It’s not about pity, Harry. I kissed you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for ages, and now that the brainless ferret isn’t in your life anymore, I couldn’t let another opportunity pass by without taking a chance.”
“If you wanted me for such a long a time, how come you never said anything? We always said we could tell each other everything.”
“You were happy, and I didn’t want to make trouble for you. And I was worried that it might ruin our friendship if I tried anything.”
“So, why now?”
“I had to, Harry. I hate knowing how much you’re hurting. I just thought…maybe I could help you feel better. Or at least take your mind off Malfoy for a second."
“Well, consider that one mission accomplished, then.”
“I’m glad. Are you quite sure I can’t talk you into going for that drink with me?”
“I’d like that, but I think I ought to shower first.”
“Want me to help?”
“I know we shared a dorm for years, but it’s too soon.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Angst, Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 730
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for
hogwarts365 Prompts 287 and Prompts 288- Afraid, Shut; “Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”― Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife, Merciful, Tremble; “Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.”― Charlotte Brontë, Jane EyreNotes: Just randomness inspired by the two sets of prompts. Ron insisted on this one. I hope readers enjoy this. Apologies for the lateness and for posting one story for two sets of prompts, but it seemed to fit together pretty well.
Summary: Ron surprises a depressed Harry.
“Harry, come on mate, please get up?”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ron.”
“You’ve been spending too much time shut up in this gloomy old house since Malfoy left you. As your best friend, it’s my sacred duty to cheer you up and make you forget that idiot lover of yours.”
“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”
“Malfoy certainly did teach you how to be a drama queen, didn’t he?”
“My lover left me. Forgive me if I’m still a bit depressed. We were together for five years. I’m not going to get over that in a hurry.”
“Merciful Merlin, Harry! You don’t even try to! All you’ve done for months is sleep. You barely eat, and you haven’t even washed yourself in goodness knows when. I’m worried for you.”
“I’m not worth worrying over, Ron. Just leave me be, yeah?”
“Yeah, that’s not happening. It kills me to see you so gutted, Harry. Malfoy’s not worth the heartache you’re feeling if he couldn’t even appreciate you.”
“You’re right, Ron. Doesn’t stop me from loving him, though. Just go. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than dealing with my sorry arse.”
“Nope. There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.”
“I don’t believe that. I’m sure you’re supposed to be meeting Seamus at the Leaky for a drink or something.”
“Why not take a shower and come with me?”
“I’ll pass. Thanks though.”
Ron let out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a growl. “God, I want to kill Malfoy for what he’s done to you, I swear.”
“I’m fine, Ron.”
“Harry, you’re in pyjamas and it’s only six. That’s not fine, that’s a cry for help.”
“I’m comfortable, and it’s not the end of the world. Go on. Tell Seamus I said hello.”
“Budge up, Harry.”
“What are you on about?”
“If you won’t get out of bed, I’m coming in. I’m not leaving you alone anymore. I can’t bloody stand this.”
“You’re out of your tree, Ron.”
“No more than you. I just want you to be happy again, Harry. Tell me what I can do. I hate feeling so bloody helpless.”
“No one can fix this, Ron. Things won’t ever be the same again. I’m sorry if you can’t deal with that.”
“Malfoy wasn’t the only person who loved you, Harry. I just want my best mate back. It’s like you’ve turned into a ghost now that he’s gone.”
“I can’t help it, Ron. I just feel so lonely. He was the other half of me, and I don’t quite know what to with myself anymore.”
Ron sighed, releasing a deep breath as he bit his lip apprehensively. Making up his mind, he leaned towards Harry, touching his face gently before planting a feather-light kiss against his lips. Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on the softness of Ron’s lips, feeling as if there was a gleam of sunshine penetrating his shell of gloom. There was no sound except the beating of their hearts before Harry spoke into the silence, hearing his voice tremble, but unable to control it.
“W-What was that?”
“I believe it was a kiss, Harry.”
“Why? Because you feel sorry for me? Save it. I don’t need or want your pity, Ron.”
“It’s not about pity, Harry. I kissed you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for ages, and now that the brainless ferret isn’t in your life anymore, I couldn’t let another opportunity pass by without taking a chance.”
“If you wanted me for such a long a time, how come you never said anything? We always said we could tell each other everything.”
“You were happy, and I didn’t want to make trouble for you. And I was worried that it might ruin our friendship if I tried anything.”
“So, why now?”
“I had to, Harry. I hate knowing how much you’re hurting. I just thought…maybe I could help you feel better. Or at least take your mind off Malfoy for a second."
“Well, consider that one mission accomplished, then.”
“I’m glad. Are you quite sure I can’t talk you into going for that drink with me?”
“I’d like that, but I think I ought to shower first.”
“Want me to help?”
“I know we shared a dorm for years, but it’s too soon.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”