Yule ficlet for cloquinette_11. Harry/Ron
Since I couldn't post one sister's ficlet today and not the other's, here's the Yule ficlet for cloquinette_11, who asked for Harry and Ron with a prompt of one giving the other a gift that tells how he feels.
cloquinette_11, I hope you enjoy. Happy Holidays!!
Title: Coward’s Way
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Word count: 870
Rating: G or PG… really nothing
Summary: Harry gives Ron an unexpected gift.
Notes: Wow, most of these are ending up rather smut free. :o(
When Ron sat Harry down on the sofa in their flat, and then sat next to him, looking somber, Harry wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Tomorrow’s Christmas,” Ron said.
“Yeah. I know.”
“Thing is, Hermione told me we either have to move forward or go our separate ways.”
Merlin, but Harry didn’t want to have this conversation with Ron. “I’m sure she doesn’t mean it.”
Ron nodded. “She does. I’m sure she does. All our friends except for the three of us’ve gotten hitched. She’s tired of waiting for me to make a move.”
Harry swallowed hard and asked, “So what are you going to do?”
Ron opened his hand, revealing a small diamond ring. “I guess I’m going to ask her. Tomorrow.”
Harry could only nod. He’d known this day would come, damn it. But he’d gotten so used to being flat-mates with Ron, sometimes pretending that maybe…
Unless… “You guess? Aren’t you sure?”
Ron ran a hand through his hair, a sure sign he was either confused or nervous. “Thing is, I just need to know, first…”
Harry waited for Ron to go on. When he didn’t, Harry asked, “Need to know what?”
“Sometimes, I think,” Ron stammered, “when I look at you, Harry… and you look at me… and…” He jumped up and walked away, walked toward the floo and then back again, avoiding Harry’s eyes.
Harry hardly dared breathe, much less speak, but he forced out a whispered question. “What, Ron? What do you think?”
Ron turned his back to Harry, and snarled, “Fuck! Forget it, okay. I’m being stupid, is all.”
Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed himself off the sofa and put a hand on Ron’s shoulder. For the first time ever, his best friend tensed under his touch. “Do me one favor, okay?”
Ron looked sideways at Harry and nodded.
“Go in my room and get into my old school trunk. At the bottom is a wrapped present with your name on it. Get it and open it.”
Ron laughed, though it sounded forced. “Christmas isn’t ‘til tomorrow.”
“I know. But I can’t let you propose to Hermione until you’ve at least seen the present, okay?”
When Ron made to go to Harry’s room, Harry called out, “But open it in there, yeah? Not out here.”
Ron stopped for a moment, nodded, and then continued walking.
Harry almost vomited, sitting back on the sofa, hearing Ron in his room rummaging through his trunk.
“Hey, Harry. How long ago was it we used that Canon’s wrapping paper?”
Ah, so he’d found it, then. “Three years ago at Christmas.”
“I thought we used it all.”
“We did.”
Ron stuck his head out of the room and held up the small package wrapped in gaudy orange. “So this is from three years ago, then?”
Harry nodded.
When Ron went to tear off the paper, Harry said, “Not in here, remember?” He knew it was the coward’s way out, but couldn’t handle this otherwise. How could he sit by and watch Ron open that particular present?
Ron disappeared back into Harry’s room. “Oi! This looks almost like the box Hermione’s ring…”
Harry closed his eyes and waited; waited through the silence, the indrawn gasp, and the sound of footfalls as Ron drew closer. He waited out the knowledge that Ron was standing directly in front of him, blocking the sun that was, at least in Harry’s mind, incongruously shining through the window. He waited, thinking that maybe if he kept his eyes closed long enough, this horrible situation would vanish.
A large, warm hand settled on his cheek. “Look at me, Harry.”
Harry couldn’t deny Ron anything. He blinked his eyes open.
Ron held two rings in his open palm, neither of them the one he’d bought for Hermione. When he spoke, Ron’s voice was softer than Harry’d ever heard it. “I’m not sure how this works. Am I supposed to wear the one with the ‘H’ or the one with the ‘R’?”
Harry’s heart stuttered. Would Ron ask that if he didn’t plan on wearing one? He cleared his throat. “Do you know what they are, Ron?”
Ron nodded. “Bonding rings. I’m the one who grew up as a wizard all my life, you know. But I’m not sure which I’m supposed to wear.”
Harry tried to smile, but it felt unnatural. “You wear the one with the ‘H’, I have the one with the ‘R.’” But, then, with a sudden bout of almost overwhelming panic, Harry wondered if Ron had gotten the wrong idea. “Oh, Merlin, you don’t think I bought them for you and Hermione, do you?”
Ron’s eyes widened. Then he laughed. “Never entered my mind.” He slipped the ‘H’ ring onto his left-hand ring finger and then pulled Harry off the sofa. “This one’s yours, yeah?” He placed the other ring on Harry’s finger. “How long?”
“Four years.” Okay, so it was really more like five. No sense sounding too pathetic.
“Would you have really let me marry Hermione?”
Harry shrugged. He had no answer for that.
All he knew was that when Ron pulled him flush against his body and lowered his lips down to brush over Harry’s, nothing else mattered.
Nothing else ever would.
cloquinette_11, I hope you enjoy. Happy Holidays!!
Title: Coward’s Way
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Word count: 870
Rating: G or PG… really nothing
Summary: Harry gives Ron an unexpected gift.
Notes: Wow, most of these are ending up rather smut free. :o(
When Ron sat Harry down on the sofa in their flat, and then sat next to him, looking somber, Harry wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Tomorrow’s Christmas,” Ron said.
“Yeah. I know.”
“Thing is, Hermione told me we either have to move forward or go our separate ways.”
Merlin, but Harry didn’t want to have this conversation with Ron. “I’m sure she doesn’t mean it.”
Ron nodded. “She does. I’m sure she does. All our friends except for the three of us’ve gotten hitched. She’s tired of waiting for me to make a move.”
Harry swallowed hard and asked, “So what are you going to do?”
Ron opened his hand, revealing a small diamond ring. “I guess I’m going to ask her. Tomorrow.”
Harry could only nod. He’d known this day would come, damn it. But he’d gotten so used to being flat-mates with Ron, sometimes pretending that maybe…
Unless… “You guess? Aren’t you sure?”
Ron ran a hand through his hair, a sure sign he was either confused or nervous. “Thing is, I just need to know, first…”
Harry waited for Ron to go on. When he didn’t, Harry asked, “Need to know what?”
“Sometimes, I think,” Ron stammered, “when I look at you, Harry… and you look at me… and…” He jumped up and walked away, walked toward the floo and then back again, avoiding Harry’s eyes.
Harry hardly dared breathe, much less speak, but he forced out a whispered question. “What, Ron? What do you think?”
Ron turned his back to Harry, and snarled, “Fuck! Forget it, okay. I’m being stupid, is all.”
Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed himself off the sofa and put a hand on Ron’s shoulder. For the first time ever, his best friend tensed under his touch. “Do me one favor, okay?”
Ron looked sideways at Harry and nodded.
“Go in my room and get into my old school trunk. At the bottom is a wrapped present with your name on it. Get it and open it.”
Ron laughed, though it sounded forced. “Christmas isn’t ‘til tomorrow.”
“I know. But I can’t let you propose to Hermione until you’ve at least seen the present, okay?”
When Ron made to go to Harry’s room, Harry called out, “But open it in there, yeah? Not out here.”
Ron stopped for a moment, nodded, and then continued walking.
Harry almost vomited, sitting back on the sofa, hearing Ron in his room rummaging through his trunk.
“Hey, Harry. How long ago was it we used that Canon’s wrapping paper?”
Ah, so he’d found it, then. “Three years ago at Christmas.”
“I thought we used it all.”
“We did.”
Ron stuck his head out of the room and held up the small package wrapped in gaudy orange. “So this is from three years ago, then?”
Harry nodded.
When Ron went to tear off the paper, Harry said, “Not in here, remember?” He knew it was the coward’s way out, but couldn’t handle this otherwise. How could he sit by and watch Ron open that particular present?
Ron disappeared back into Harry’s room. “Oi! This looks almost like the box Hermione’s ring…”
Harry closed his eyes and waited; waited through the silence, the indrawn gasp, and the sound of footfalls as Ron drew closer. He waited out the knowledge that Ron was standing directly in front of him, blocking the sun that was, at least in Harry’s mind, incongruously shining through the window. He waited, thinking that maybe if he kept his eyes closed long enough, this horrible situation would vanish.
A large, warm hand settled on his cheek. “Look at me, Harry.”
Harry couldn’t deny Ron anything. He blinked his eyes open.
Ron held two rings in his open palm, neither of them the one he’d bought for Hermione. When he spoke, Ron’s voice was softer than Harry’d ever heard it. “I’m not sure how this works. Am I supposed to wear the one with the ‘H’ or the one with the ‘R’?”
Harry’s heart stuttered. Would Ron ask that if he didn’t plan on wearing one? He cleared his throat. “Do you know what they are, Ron?”
Ron nodded. “Bonding rings. I’m the one who grew up as a wizard all my life, you know. But I’m not sure which I’m supposed to wear.”
Harry tried to smile, but it felt unnatural. “You wear the one with the ‘H’, I have the one with the ‘R.’” But, then, with a sudden bout of almost overwhelming panic, Harry wondered if Ron had gotten the wrong idea. “Oh, Merlin, you don’t think I bought them for you and Hermione, do you?”
Ron’s eyes widened. Then he laughed. “Never entered my mind.” He slipped the ‘H’ ring onto his left-hand ring finger and then pulled Harry off the sofa. “This one’s yours, yeah?” He placed the other ring on Harry’s finger. “How long?”
“Four years.” Okay, so it was really more like five. No sense sounding too pathetic.
“Would you have really let me marry Hermione?”
Harry shrugged. He had no answer for that.
All he knew was that when Ron pulled him flush against his body and lowered his lips down to brush over Harry’s, nothing else mattered.
Nothing else ever would.