Two More Fics
Title: What Really Happens When You Have Nowhere to Turn
Rating: PG?
Beta: shadowsaine
Pairing: Sirius/Remus...kinda.
Summary: Sirius is alone in Azkaban, thinking, thinking...
Warnings: Angst ahoy!
Words: ~2,000
Notes: I love Sirius in Azkaban
Dedicated to: F'list that didn't request anything.
What Really Happens When You Have Nowhere to Turn
Sirius Black sat alone in his cell, as always. He looked around at everything surrounding him, and a revolted expression came to his face. There was the lumpy mattress that was worse than even the old sofa at Peter’s old house. On top of it lay a thin, patched blanket that couldn’t do anything against the cold, and in Sirius’s opinion made you colder. There were, of course, the gray stones that entombed him in this hell hole. There were messages and day tallies scratched into the walls. He didn’t write any messages... what could he say? He also didn’t keep a tally of the days. Why would he if he was just going to be here forever? And then, there were the thick bars that were between him and freedom. A Dementor was hovering right in front of his ‘neighbors’ compartment. He shuddered, and quickly changed into Padfoot. They couldn’t get him as badly like this.
Padfoot laid on the floor and waited for them to leave the immediate area, as one of his worse memories came to mind.
/Sirius is sitting on the floor. He looks up, and watches as Remus comes into the room in his bathrobe. Sirius grins and stands up, going over to Remus and putting his arms around him. He leans down to press their lips together when he is pushed away.
“Where have you been today, Sirius? I got home and you weren’t here,” Remus says softly.
Sirius had been hoping Remus would be over this, and retorts loudly, “Not this again, Remus! I’m home now, aren’t I?”
“You never tell me what you’re doing anymore,” Remus replies in the same voice. He’s trying to keep this from turning into a fight. They need a talk, not an anger-fuelled shouting match.
“Oh, come on. Let’s get over this, and go into the bedroom,” Sirius smiles. “How about that?”
Remus looks disgusted. “Sirius, we’re having a discussion, and honestly I’m not in the mood to do anything with you right now.”
His face falls. “A discussion we’ve had a million times, but fine. I’m going to go take a shower.”
“No, you’re not, Sirius Black! We keep having this discussion because we keep not finishing it. So, why don’t you have some courage and just do it.”
“Have some courage? You bloody git-!“
“Stop it with the insults, and let’s get to the point,” Remus cuts him off, and keeps a firm expression. He looks more than ready for anything Sirius could throw at him. “Now. You’re not ever telling me anything, Sirius. I ought to know. I worry about you.”
“Why the hell do you care? It’s not your business, what I’ve been doing, right now. It’s just something I have to do, alright?”
“It’s not alright! You’re worrying me to death not coming home until so late! I keep thinking maybe you won’t be coming home this time. And I want to know what you’re doing being out that long. You don’t have a job, and I know you’re not spending that much time with James.”
Sirius takes a deep breath, and pronounces each syllable slowly, “It is not your business.”
“Not my business? Sirius, it’s a whole lot of my business. We live together, I love you, and I’m worried! You know how times are!”
“Well, stop.”
“What? Is worrying about you a crime now?”
“No, but Remus, you don’t need to! I’m fine!”
“You’re not indestructible, Sirius, stop thinking you are. Please. Better wizards than you have died, so just...just stop.”
Sirius looks up at him. He says seriously and quietly, “You know what I am.”
Remus nods, “I know, and that’s why I want to know. There’s so many reasons for them to want to kidnap you, torture you, and kill you...I don’t want... I want you to be safe, and think, for once,” he added a tad bitterly. He continued, “I want to know you’re safe, or be able to figure out you’re not.”
Sirius looks down at his watch. “I have to leave.”
“You just got home!” Remus protests. “And we’re not done!”
“I think I can choose if I’m done, Remus, and oh am I done. I have a place secured for me by Dumbledore. I told him I wasn’t going to go so I could stay with you, but thinking back, if you’re just going to be suspicious of me all the time, I’m leaving. That’s final,” Sirius adds in a firm, cold voice. Remus looks at him for a few seconds.
“Leaving? So you can be safe, or just so you can be away from me?” Sirius gives him a cold look that answers everything. Remus swallows, “To leave me...the other place is just a bonus,” he whispered. A tear rolls down his face. He wipes it away quickly. “Be safe then. Good luck. I love you, Sirius Black.”
Sirius stands up and leaves their flat without another word. He vaguely hears a wail that sounds like Remus as he walks slowly away from the building and apparates. That was the last time he saw Remus./
‘I’m sorry, so sorry, Moony. I should’ve never believed you were the spy... I wish I could’ve seen you again, I wish you knew, I wish nothing had ever happened, I wish I could be with you... I was so stupid, being so upset that you cared, and I was being such a hypocrite... I wish you cared about me now!’
A nasty voice whispered in his ear, “Remus is probably with someone else now, you know.”
Padfoot let out a whine as though he had just been kicked. He did each time he thought that. Of course Moony would be with someone else. Why wouldn’t he be? Remus needed someone to be with, someone to make him happy, someone to take care of him... Not that he needed the protection, but he always needed a shoulder to lean on...A warm body and arms surrounding him at night...A whisper of love as he fell asleep...A person he could tell things...And now he probably needed someone to reassure him, to hold him after his nightmares.
Padfoot wondered how Moony was doing without him - without the others. Even though Moony was without a doubt the alpha and leader of their pack, he still needed his pack mates. And his real mate, Padfoot thought. Perhaps he’s found another? Even though Padfoot didn’t feel as much or as complex as Sirius did, Padfoot still wanted to be able to do this, be this, for Moony. He let out a howl of pain because he couldn’t. He couldn’t be anything to anyone anymore besides someone to be feared and hated.
The Dementors seemed to be happy or losing interest because they left and went further down the line of cells. Padfoot changed back into Sirius, and stayed in a collapsed heap. He stared up at the ceiling.
There was absolutely nothing to do. Nothing to keep him from boredom, except his thoughts. His main thought was always ‘I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything wrong to James, Lily, Harry, or Peter. Merlin knows I didn’t do anything to any of them, but oh if I could just have murdered that bastard. Then this would be worth it.’ Other times he thought of what he would ever tell someone if he got a visitor, or if he could tell Remus everything. He often imagined hearing what he wanted to hear from Remus.
Oh, Sirius, I always thought the story was a bit off! I’m so sorry, Sirius... You’re sorry, too? Don’t worry, everything will be fine now. I’m going to find a way to get you out. You thought it was me? That’s alright. We all made mistakes, none of us knew what to do...You still love me? Oh, I love you, too! Oh, Sirius...
That thought always brought a smile to his face, but then it always fell. Nothing like this could ever happen. Ever.
Then there were memories of the Potters, swears to avenge them and everything wrong that had happened -- swears he thought to be empty, but nonetheless... There was so much... Sirius wished he could talk to James, maybe then he could think better, but the truth was clear and a sharp source of pain. James was dead. Prongs, his best mate ever, the one person he could always count on and laugh with, was dead. James was dead because they made a bad judgment. Shouldn’t it had been clear that if Peter was the least likely, he would be it? Aren’t people opposite of what you’d think? ‘But that doesn’t matter now,’ thought Sirius. What was done was done. James and Lily were dead, Harry was off with his Aunt and Uncle, Remus was left all alone, Peter was hiding somewhere, and Sirius was stuck here in a hell hole that had to be worse than the actual place.
The thought that at least Voldemort was gone didn’t seem to compare to all the other wrongs. Sirius’ world was over, so who really cared whether or not Voldemort was ruining anyone else’s life?
Sirius looked down from the ceiling and around his cell. He couldn’t think of a worse place to be. He would do anything to not be there, and everything to change the events of October 31, 1981.
But no one else knew this. Everyone thought he was proud of his accomplishment, and probably awaiting the return of Voldemort, his master. Everyone thought he was a loony traitorous murderer.
Sirius looked at a cry for help that had been written on his wall, and wished more than ever he could just talk someone, anyone. He wished he could tell the truth. He would even tell the Quibbler if they came, but that was a more ridiculous notion than most of their stories. In fact, it’d be a perfect story for them. The Infamous Sirius Black Speaks Out - He’s Innocent! Sirius almost smiled at the thought, as a cold wind came through the sides of the charmed (shut and unbreakable with wards and all) window. Sirius didn’t even bother reaching for the thin blanket on his bed, he hadn’t in a long time. He didn’t even climb up into his bed. He changed back into Padfoot, and curled up in a corner. Out the window another night was falling; another cold night filled with screams, maniacal laughter, and the cold never-ending loneliness.
Title: Romance on the Mind
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Half done by slasher_chick
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Summary: Harry and Ron are getting ready for Bill’s marriage when there are several problems and realizations. (yay for sucky summaries!)
Warnings: Awkwardness, fluff, over-use of the word ‘yeah’
Words: ~2,000
Notes: First time Ron/Harry fic, first time with fluff for me
Dedicated to: starry_sunrise
Romance on the Mind
Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were the last two left in the groom’s room. Ron and Harry were trying to combine forces to get their stupid bows on right and straight. Unfortunately, the Powers That Be decided that no man force of kind of magic could get the blasted things to look right.
“Well, it won’t really matter will it, Harry?” Ron asked. “I mean, with him and Fleur up there, who would pay attention to anyone else? Especially to how their ties look?”
“I suppose your right,” Harry said with a last contemptuous look in the mirror.
That’s when Bill burst into the room with Mr. Weasley following close behind. “Bill! Bill, that was hardly-“
“Dad, I don’t want to hear it!” Bill gave Harry and Ron half a look. “Sorry, guys. There’s a problem. Not really a problem, more of a ‘I can’t stand Fleur anymore deal because I love someone else’-“
“Bill, why didn’t you-I can’t believe you-“
“I’m sure you can’t, Dad,” after grabbing a small box, Bill turned on his heel and hurried out.
“But he’s your brother!” Arthur bellowed before following again.
Harry looked over at Ron. Ron looked over at Harry.
“Uh,” they said in unison.
“What the...?” Harry asked.
“Well, uh...looks like Bill broke it off with Fleur. Nutter,” Ron said, somewhat stunned.
“Yeah...,” Harry said. Neither of them wanted to think into what Mr. Weasley had just told them. With nothing else to really say there was a slightly awkward silence where Harry watched Ron, and Ron played with his bow. Harry hoped he passed it off as a curious look, instead of the stare it actually was. Ron didn’t look bad in a suit, not bad at all... Harry shook his head. Conversation. Yes. Conversation is good. “So, uh, looks like Fleur is open to you now.”
To his surprise Ron let out a small laugh. “Like she’ll want anything more to do with our family now.”
“Er....she’s still open.”
“Yeah. I don’t think I’d be that interested in being with her anymore, though.”
Harry stared. “You don’t...Who are you and what did you do with Ron Weasley?” he shook his head. “You seriously don’t want Fleur anymore?”
Ron muttered, “Well, not really. I think the attraction is just because she’s part veela. I mean, she was kind of annoying when she was half living with us.”
“Okay. That’s just really...kinda...weird.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” There was another silence. “I wonder how hurt Fleur is. She was willing to do anything for Bill.”
Ron shrugged. “Things didn’t work out with you and Cho, and everything turned out okay.”
“I didn’t leave her for someone else.”
“Oh. Yeah. But still,” Ron said, “It counts, doesn’t it?”
“You and Lavender split,” Harry said slowly.
“Yeah. I didn’t really- DAMMIT. Stupid bow,” Ron grumbled as he bent over to pick it up (the thing had fell from his grasp as he had been trying to tie it when it wasn’t around his neck). Harry really wasn’t watching Ron bend over though. Nope. He definitely wasn’t looking at the simply delectable- Damn. Okay, so maybe he was. No crime in looking at a friend right? Right?
Ron stood back up. He noticed Harry seemed miles away and waved his hand in front of Harry’s face. “Hey! Harry. Harry Potter, come in, mate!” Harry shook his head again.
“Roger that,” Harry said. Ron grinned.
“What were you staring at, eh?”
“I wasn’t staring at anything!” Harry answered to quickly, and then blushed. “Er...I mean. I didn’t...Uh...You’re crazy. Totally crazy, mate.”
Ron looked smug and raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh.”
“What are you playing at?!” Harry rushed.
“Whoa, Harry, chill. What’s up with you?”
“Nothing’s up with me!” Harry had answered to fast again, and cursed inwardly. But, what the fuck? Since when did Ron act like this? What the bloody hell was going on?
Ron stared Harry up and down. Harry felt a faint blush come to his face. Why was Ron...what could his reasons possibly...Just what the fuck?!! Ron smiled at Harry.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked Ron. Now Ron‘s ears were going to a pink.
“Harry, I, uh...you, and...” Why was Ron stuttering now? Wasn’t he being all smug and checking me out about two seconds ago? “You straight?” Harry’s eyes slightly bulged out.
“What kind of question is that, Ron?”
“Strange, I know. Answer it.”
“You should know. You are my best friend.”
“My point exactly.”
“I mean, er, you should already-“
“You’re not, are you?”
“I’m not a lot of things,” Harry said defensively. Just where the hell did Ron think he was going with this?
“I’m not either,” Ron said casually, but was looking at Harry questioningly. Harry just nodded mouth slightly ajar. His mind had gone into overdrive. So there was a chance and a good one the way I’m taking it. Which means that we can have the extra benefits and Ron ‘n me might get to...and... The thoughts going through his mind sent blood southwards. Harry took a seat and tried to somewhat hide it, if of course that blasted blush would just go away.
“So you-“
“Yup.”
“And you-“
“Mhm.”
“Do you even-“
“Sure do.”
Harry scowled. “-know what question I was going to ask?”
Ron’s face dropped slightly. “Oh. I kinda figured-“
“You kinda figured,” Harry grinned.
“Yeah. So, your question is...?”
“Since your gay-“
“Bisexual,” Ron corrected. Well, then. Harry thought. More than I can say.
“Oh. Well, since you’re not against, ya know....Are you trying to...Do you fancy me?” Harry decided the fucking blush on his face was permanent.
Ron nodded, and watched Harry carefully. “And Hermione said she thought you might fancy me,” Ron didn’t sound too sure.
“Er...yeah. Yeah, I do, a- a lot,” Harry confessed, taking a mental note to either strangle or hug Hermione next time they saw each other. Ron smiled and came over to Harry. He leaned over began to snog Harry soundly as he could. Harry backed up after a minute. He wouldn’t tell Ron, but he was going to have to work with him on this. All the plunger snogs with Lavender had severely ruined his technique...Not that Harry was a master or anything, but he had learnt quite a bit from Ginny.
Ron gave him a quizzical look when he had moved away, but after a moment Harry smiled, moved back, and tried his best to show Ron a better way.
~*~*~*~
It had been half a year since then, and Harry was pacing around in an empty corridor in Hogwarts debating his next action. Of course, there were tons of things he needed to be thinking about to get his next action like horcruxes, battles strategies, and Voldemort Plans in General, but, no, this was all about Ron. The Ron Weasley that had stolen his brain.
Harry’s problem was one of many men’s. He had actually fallen in love, which as great as that was, also carried the problem of confessing. Harry believed that his reasons were much better than most men’s. He was afraid of what saying it would bring (but not just saying it), because not only are the normal reasons there, Voldemort may decide to take Ron to get to him. But then again, it would’ve been just as bad before they had gotten together...wouldn’t it? Kinda? Also, there would be the headlines. Harry didn’t want to imagine them, but his mind didn’t agree. They got worse and worse by the second, eventually coming to:
The-Boy-Who-Lived is now The-Boy-Who-Lives-To-Take-It-Up!
See the truth about Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley
Page 72
Oh, brilliant. Harry tried to get rid of these thoughts, and plan more, but he didn’t get the chance. Before he knew what was going on, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry jumped. When he turned around he saw a smug looking Ron.
“Oh, ha ha,” Harry said, and added quietly, “Prat.”
Ron stuck his tongue out. “You’ve been gone for like hours, mate. What’re you doing out here?”
“Uh...I’m...Well, you see, it’s like....Errrrrr?”
Ron stared at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Interesting, that, I reckon.” Harry nodded. Ron bent down to Harry’s height. “Are you done now?” Harry nodded again. Ron leaned down to snog him, and pulled away after a couple of minutes. Then he pressed Harry to the wall, and Harry felt Ron’s hands starting to wander....Then they were doing that thing again.....Oh, and-
“Ron, I love you.”
Ron’s hands stopped where they were, and he pulled away from the place on Harry’s neck where he had just been sucking. “Say what, Harry?”
“I do, I love you. I love you more than anything, andyouresuchagreatbloke.YourealwaysthereyoustaywithmeallnightandkeepmesafeThentheresalwayswhenyoudothatthing....I really like it when you do that...Eryeahthat’dbeitmhm.Yeah.AndIthinkwithyou...er...I might not even mind what happens with the press, oh and...Uh...ifyoudontlovemebackthatsokayjustignoreallthisyeahIsoundgirlydontI?”
Ron stared some more at Harry, and looked as if he were simply trying to process this new information. Each second that Ron was silent made Harry more nervous and feel like falling off the planet would be A Good Thing. The silence just kept stretching on. Harry would’ve liked to look down at his watch, but he couldn’t quite tear his eyes away from Ron. He wanted to at least know what would happen from his expressions. Although, at the moment, those weren’t even being helpful. Then, finally, blissfully, Ron said something.
“’Love you.”
A stupid smile came to Harry’s face, and he snogged Ron for all he was worth. Ron smiled against Harry’s mouth, and his hands started up again. Before too long clothes were starting to come off, and they were hurrying towards the nearest class room....
~*~*~*~
Eventually, they made it back up to Gryffindor Tower. When they walked back in Hermione came over with an all-knowing look, and talked to them about something or other that had to do with Ron being a prefect and how late it was. Harry didn’t really take it all in. Much too tired for that.
Once they got up to their dorms, Harry went over to Ron’s bed. He ended up forgetting he was tired. An hour later when he was sure he could stay up not one minute longer, he ended up talking to Ron for two more hours, and falling asleep mid conversation. That was alright, though. Harry was sure they had forever now.
Rating: PG?
Beta: shadowsaine
Pairing: Sirius/Remus...kinda.
Summary: Sirius is alone in Azkaban, thinking, thinking...
Warnings: Angst ahoy!
Words: ~2,000
Notes: I love Sirius in Azkaban
Dedicated to: F'list that didn't request anything.
What Really Happens When You Have Nowhere to Turn
Sirius Black sat alone in his cell, as always. He looked around at everything surrounding him, and a revolted expression came to his face. There was the lumpy mattress that was worse than even the old sofa at Peter’s old house. On top of it lay a thin, patched blanket that couldn’t do anything against the cold, and in Sirius’s opinion made you colder. There were, of course, the gray stones that entombed him in this hell hole. There were messages and day tallies scratched into the walls. He didn’t write any messages... what could he say? He also didn’t keep a tally of the days. Why would he if he was just going to be here forever? And then, there were the thick bars that were between him and freedom. A Dementor was hovering right in front of his ‘neighbors’ compartment. He shuddered, and quickly changed into Padfoot. They couldn’t get him as badly like this.
Padfoot laid on the floor and waited for them to leave the immediate area, as one of his worse memories came to mind.
/Sirius is sitting on the floor. He looks up, and watches as Remus comes into the room in his bathrobe. Sirius grins and stands up, going over to Remus and putting his arms around him. He leans down to press their lips together when he is pushed away.
“Where have you been today, Sirius? I got home and you weren’t here,” Remus says softly.
Sirius had been hoping Remus would be over this, and retorts loudly, “Not this again, Remus! I’m home now, aren’t I?”
“You never tell me what you’re doing anymore,” Remus replies in the same voice. He’s trying to keep this from turning into a fight. They need a talk, not an anger-fuelled shouting match.
“Oh, come on. Let’s get over this, and go into the bedroom,” Sirius smiles. “How about that?”
Remus looks disgusted. “Sirius, we’re having a discussion, and honestly I’m not in the mood to do anything with you right now.”
His face falls. “A discussion we’ve had a million times, but fine. I’m going to go take a shower.”
“No, you’re not, Sirius Black! We keep having this discussion because we keep not finishing it. So, why don’t you have some courage and just do it.”
“Have some courage? You bloody git-!“
“Stop it with the insults, and let’s get to the point,” Remus cuts him off, and keeps a firm expression. He looks more than ready for anything Sirius could throw at him. “Now. You’re not ever telling me anything, Sirius. I ought to know. I worry about you.”
“Why the hell do you care? It’s not your business, what I’ve been doing, right now. It’s just something I have to do, alright?”
“It’s not alright! You’re worrying me to death not coming home until so late! I keep thinking maybe you won’t be coming home this time. And I want to know what you’re doing being out that long. You don’t have a job, and I know you’re not spending that much time with James.”
Sirius takes a deep breath, and pronounces each syllable slowly, “It is not your business.”
“Not my business? Sirius, it’s a whole lot of my business. We live together, I love you, and I’m worried! You know how times are!”
“Well, stop.”
“What? Is worrying about you a crime now?”
“No, but Remus, you don’t need to! I’m fine!”
“You’re not indestructible, Sirius, stop thinking you are. Please. Better wizards than you have died, so just...just stop.”
Sirius looks up at him. He says seriously and quietly, “You know what I am.”
Remus nods, “I know, and that’s why I want to know. There’s so many reasons for them to want to kidnap you, torture you, and kill you...I don’t want... I want you to be safe, and think, for once,” he added a tad bitterly. He continued, “I want to know you’re safe, or be able to figure out you’re not.”
Sirius looks down at his watch. “I have to leave.”
“You just got home!” Remus protests. “And we’re not done!”
“I think I can choose if I’m done, Remus, and oh am I done. I have a place secured for me by Dumbledore. I told him I wasn’t going to go so I could stay with you, but thinking back, if you’re just going to be suspicious of me all the time, I’m leaving. That’s final,” Sirius adds in a firm, cold voice. Remus looks at him for a few seconds.
“Leaving? So you can be safe, or just so you can be away from me?” Sirius gives him a cold look that answers everything. Remus swallows, “To leave me...the other place is just a bonus,” he whispered. A tear rolls down his face. He wipes it away quickly. “Be safe then. Good luck. I love you, Sirius Black.”
Sirius stands up and leaves their flat without another word. He vaguely hears a wail that sounds like Remus as he walks slowly away from the building and apparates. That was the last time he saw Remus./
‘I’m sorry, so sorry, Moony. I should’ve never believed you were the spy... I wish I could’ve seen you again, I wish you knew, I wish nothing had ever happened, I wish I could be with you... I was so stupid, being so upset that you cared, and I was being such a hypocrite... I wish you cared about me now!’
A nasty voice whispered in his ear, “Remus is probably with someone else now, you know.”
Padfoot let out a whine as though he had just been kicked. He did each time he thought that. Of course Moony would be with someone else. Why wouldn’t he be? Remus needed someone to be with, someone to make him happy, someone to take care of him... Not that he needed the protection, but he always needed a shoulder to lean on...A warm body and arms surrounding him at night...A whisper of love as he fell asleep...A person he could tell things...And now he probably needed someone to reassure him, to hold him after his nightmares.
Padfoot wondered how Moony was doing without him - without the others. Even though Moony was without a doubt the alpha and leader of their pack, he still needed his pack mates. And his real mate, Padfoot thought. Perhaps he’s found another? Even though Padfoot didn’t feel as much or as complex as Sirius did, Padfoot still wanted to be able to do this, be this, for Moony. He let out a howl of pain because he couldn’t. He couldn’t be anything to anyone anymore besides someone to be feared and hated.
The Dementors seemed to be happy or losing interest because they left and went further down the line of cells. Padfoot changed back into Sirius, and stayed in a collapsed heap. He stared up at the ceiling.
There was absolutely nothing to do. Nothing to keep him from boredom, except his thoughts. His main thought was always ‘I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything wrong to James, Lily, Harry, or Peter. Merlin knows I didn’t do anything to any of them, but oh if I could just have murdered that bastard. Then this would be worth it.’ Other times he thought of what he would ever tell someone if he got a visitor, or if he could tell Remus everything. He often imagined hearing what he wanted to hear from Remus.
Oh, Sirius, I always thought the story was a bit off! I’m so sorry, Sirius... You’re sorry, too? Don’t worry, everything will be fine now. I’m going to find a way to get you out. You thought it was me? That’s alright. We all made mistakes, none of us knew what to do...You still love me? Oh, I love you, too! Oh, Sirius...
That thought always brought a smile to his face, but then it always fell. Nothing like this could ever happen. Ever.
Then there were memories of the Potters, swears to avenge them and everything wrong that had happened -- swears he thought to be empty, but nonetheless... There was so much... Sirius wished he could talk to James, maybe then he could think better, but the truth was clear and a sharp source of pain. James was dead. Prongs, his best mate ever, the one person he could always count on and laugh with, was dead. James was dead because they made a bad judgment. Shouldn’t it had been clear that if Peter was the least likely, he would be it? Aren’t people opposite of what you’d think? ‘But that doesn’t matter now,’ thought Sirius. What was done was done. James and Lily were dead, Harry was off with his Aunt and Uncle, Remus was left all alone, Peter was hiding somewhere, and Sirius was stuck here in a hell hole that had to be worse than the actual place.
The thought that at least Voldemort was gone didn’t seem to compare to all the other wrongs. Sirius’ world was over, so who really cared whether or not Voldemort was ruining anyone else’s life?
Sirius looked down from the ceiling and around his cell. He couldn’t think of a worse place to be. He would do anything to not be there, and everything to change the events of October 31, 1981.
But no one else knew this. Everyone thought he was proud of his accomplishment, and probably awaiting the return of Voldemort, his master. Everyone thought he was a loony traitorous murderer.
Sirius looked at a cry for help that had been written on his wall, and wished more than ever he could just talk someone, anyone. He wished he could tell the truth. He would even tell the Quibbler if they came, but that was a more ridiculous notion than most of their stories. In fact, it’d be a perfect story for them. The Infamous Sirius Black Speaks Out - He’s Innocent! Sirius almost smiled at the thought, as a cold wind came through the sides of the charmed (shut and unbreakable with wards and all) window. Sirius didn’t even bother reaching for the thin blanket on his bed, he hadn’t in a long time. He didn’t even climb up into his bed. He changed back into Padfoot, and curled up in a corner. Out the window another night was falling; another cold night filled with screams, maniacal laughter, and the cold never-ending loneliness.
Title: Romance on the Mind
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Half done by slasher_chick
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Summary: Harry and Ron are getting ready for Bill’s marriage when there are several problems and realizations. (yay for sucky summaries!)
Warnings: Awkwardness, fluff, over-use of the word ‘yeah’
Words: ~2,000
Notes: First time Ron/Harry fic, first time with fluff for me
Dedicated to: starry_sunrise
Romance on the Mind
Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were the last two left in the groom’s room. Ron and Harry were trying to combine forces to get their stupid bows on right and straight. Unfortunately, the Powers That Be decided that no man force of kind of magic could get the blasted things to look right.
“Well, it won’t really matter will it, Harry?” Ron asked. “I mean, with him and Fleur up there, who would pay attention to anyone else? Especially to how their ties look?”
“I suppose your right,” Harry said with a last contemptuous look in the mirror.
That’s when Bill burst into the room with Mr. Weasley following close behind. “Bill! Bill, that was hardly-“
“Dad, I don’t want to hear it!” Bill gave Harry and Ron half a look. “Sorry, guys. There’s a problem. Not really a problem, more of a ‘I can’t stand Fleur anymore deal because I love someone else’-“
“Bill, why didn’t you-I can’t believe you-“
“I’m sure you can’t, Dad,” after grabbing a small box, Bill turned on his heel and hurried out.
“But he’s your brother!” Arthur bellowed before following again.
Harry looked over at Ron. Ron looked over at Harry.
“Uh,” they said in unison.
“What the...?” Harry asked.
“Well, uh...looks like Bill broke it off with Fleur. Nutter,” Ron said, somewhat stunned.
“Yeah...,” Harry said. Neither of them wanted to think into what Mr. Weasley had just told them. With nothing else to really say there was a slightly awkward silence where Harry watched Ron, and Ron played with his bow. Harry hoped he passed it off as a curious look, instead of the stare it actually was. Ron didn’t look bad in a suit, not bad at all... Harry shook his head. Conversation. Yes. Conversation is good. “So, uh, looks like Fleur is open to you now.”
To his surprise Ron let out a small laugh. “Like she’ll want anything more to do with our family now.”
“Er....she’s still open.”
“Yeah. I don’t think I’d be that interested in being with her anymore, though.”
Harry stared. “You don’t...Who are you and what did you do with Ron Weasley?” he shook his head. “You seriously don’t want Fleur anymore?”
Ron muttered, “Well, not really. I think the attraction is just because she’s part veela. I mean, she was kind of annoying when she was half living with us.”
“Okay. That’s just really...kinda...weird.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” There was another silence. “I wonder how hurt Fleur is. She was willing to do anything for Bill.”
Ron shrugged. “Things didn’t work out with you and Cho, and everything turned out okay.”
“I didn’t leave her for someone else.”
“Oh. Yeah. But still,” Ron said, “It counts, doesn’t it?”
“You and Lavender split,” Harry said slowly.
“Yeah. I didn’t really- DAMMIT. Stupid bow,” Ron grumbled as he bent over to pick it up (the thing had fell from his grasp as he had been trying to tie it when it wasn’t around his neck). Harry really wasn’t watching Ron bend over though. Nope. He definitely wasn’t looking at the simply delectable- Damn. Okay, so maybe he was. No crime in looking at a friend right? Right?
Ron stood back up. He noticed Harry seemed miles away and waved his hand in front of Harry’s face. “Hey! Harry. Harry Potter, come in, mate!” Harry shook his head again.
“Roger that,” Harry said. Ron grinned.
“What were you staring at, eh?”
“I wasn’t staring at anything!” Harry answered to quickly, and then blushed. “Er...I mean. I didn’t...Uh...You’re crazy. Totally crazy, mate.”
Ron looked smug and raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh.”
“What are you playing at?!” Harry rushed.
“Whoa, Harry, chill. What’s up with you?”
“Nothing’s up with me!” Harry had answered to fast again, and cursed inwardly. But, what the fuck? Since when did Ron act like this? What the bloody hell was going on?
Ron stared Harry up and down. Harry felt a faint blush come to his face. Why was Ron...what could his reasons possibly...Just what the fuck?!! Ron smiled at Harry.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked Ron. Now Ron‘s ears were going to a pink.
“Harry, I, uh...you, and...” Why was Ron stuttering now? Wasn’t he being all smug and checking me out about two seconds ago? “You straight?” Harry’s eyes slightly bulged out.
“What kind of question is that, Ron?”
“Strange, I know. Answer it.”
“You should know. You are my best friend.”
“My point exactly.”
“I mean, er, you should already-“
“You’re not, are you?”
“I’m not a lot of things,” Harry said defensively. Just where the hell did Ron think he was going with this?
“I’m not either,” Ron said casually, but was looking at Harry questioningly. Harry just nodded mouth slightly ajar. His mind had gone into overdrive. So there was a chance and a good one the way I’m taking it. Which means that we can have the extra benefits and Ron ‘n me might get to...and... The thoughts going through his mind sent blood southwards. Harry took a seat and tried to somewhat hide it, if of course that blasted blush would just go away.
“So you-“
“Yup.”
“And you-“
“Mhm.”
“Do you even-“
“Sure do.”
Harry scowled. “-know what question I was going to ask?”
Ron’s face dropped slightly. “Oh. I kinda figured-“
“You kinda figured,” Harry grinned.
“Yeah. So, your question is...?”
“Since your gay-“
“Bisexual,” Ron corrected. Well, then. Harry thought. More than I can say.
“Oh. Well, since you’re not against, ya know....Are you trying to...Do you fancy me?” Harry decided the fucking blush on his face was permanent.
Ron nodded, and watched Harry carefully. “And Hermione said she thought you might fancy me,” Ron didn’t sound too sure.
“Er...yeah. Yeah, I do, a- a lot,” Harry confessed, taking a mental note to either strangle or hug Hermione next time they saw each other. Ron smiled and came over to Harry. He leaned over began to snog Harry soundly as he could. Harry backed up after a minute. He wouldn’t tell Ron, but he was going to have to work with him on this. All the plunger snogs with Lavender had severely ruined his technique...Not that Harry was a master or anything, but he had learnt quite a bit from Ginny.
Ron gave him a quizzical look when he had moved away, but after a moment Harry smiled, moved back, and tried his best to show Ron a better way.
~*~*~*~
It had been half a year since then, and Harry was pacing around in an empty corridor in Hogwarts debating his next action. Of course, there were tons of things he needed to be thinking about to get his next action like horcruxes, battles strategies, and Voldemort Plans in General, but, no, this was all about Ron. The Ron Weasley that had stolen his brain.
Harry’s problem was one of many men’s. He had actually fallen in love, which as great as that was, also carried the problem of confessing. Harry believed that his reasons were much better than most men’s. He was afraid of what saying it would bring (but not just saying it), because not only are the normal reasons there, Voldemort may decide to take Ron to get to him. But then again, it would’ve been just as bad before they had gotten together...wouldn’t it? Kinda? Also, there would be the headlines. Harry didn’t want to imagine them, but his mind didn’t agree. They got worse and worse by the second, eventually coming to:
The-Boy-Who-Lived is now The-Boy-Who-Lives-To-Take-It-Up!
See the truth about Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley
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Oh, brilliant. Harry tried to get rid of these thoughts, and plan more, but he didn’t get the chance. Before he knew what was going on, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry jumped. When he turned around he saw a smug looking Ron.
“Oh, ha ha,” Harry said, and added quietly, “Prat.”
Ron stuck his tongue out. “You’ve been gone for like hours, mate. What’re you doing out here?”
“Uh...I’m...Well, you see, it’s like....Errrrrr?”
Ron stared at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Interesting, that, I reckon.” Harry nodded. Ron bent down to Harry’s height. “Are you done now?” Harry nodded again. Ron leaned down to snog him, and pulled away after a couple of minutes. Then he pressed Harry to the wall, and Harry felt Ron’s hands starting to wander....Then they were doing that thing again.....Oh, and-
“Ron, I love you.”
Ron’s hands stopped where they were, and he pulled away from the place on Harry’s neck where he had just been sucking. “Say what, Harry?”
“I do, I love you. I love you more than anything, andyouresuchagreatbloke.YourealwaysthereyoustaywithmeallnightandkeepmesafeThentheresalwayswhenyoudothatthing....I really like it when you do that...Eryeahthat’dbeitmhm.Yeah.AndIthinkwithyou...er...I might not even mind what happens with the press, oh and...Uh...ifyoudontlovemebackthatsokayjustignoreallthisyeahIsoundgirlydontI?”
Ron stared some more at Harry, and looked as if he were simply trying to process this new information. Each second that Ron was silent made Harry more nervous and feel like falling off the planet would be A Good Thing. The silence just kept stretching on. Harry would’ve liked to look down at his watch, but he couldn’t quite tear his eyes away from Ron. He wanted to at least know what would happen from his expressions. Although, at the moment, those weren’t even being helpful. Then, finally, blissfully, Ron said something.
“’Love you.”
A stupid smile came to Harry’s face, and he snogged Ron for all he was worth. Ron smiled against Harry’s mouth, and his hands started up again. Before too long clothes were starting to come off, and they were hurrying towards the nearest class room....
~*~*~*~
Eventually, they made it back up to Gryffindor Tower. When they walked back in Hermione came over with an all-knowing look, and talked to them about something or other that had to do with Ron being a prefect and how late it was. Harry didn’t really take it all in. Much too tired for that.
Once they got up to their dorms, Harry went over to Ron’s bed. He ended up forgetting he was tired. An hour later when he was sure he could stay up not one minute longer, he ended up talking to Ron for two more hours, and falling asleep mid conversation. That was alright, though. Harry was sure they had forever now.