Confessions In The Morning (Harry/Ron)
Title: Confessions In The Morning
Author: digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Word Count: 365
Written for: Prompt 12: "No coffee, thanks. I need something hotter..." hogwarts365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Summary: Harry is hungover, and Ron has surprising news.
Notes: Part 3 of "Involved" Series. Read Part One, Part Two
Harry stumbled into the kitchen in the morning. He'd locked himself up in his bedroom with a bottle of Firewhisky and a Silencing Charm. Though he'd told Ron not to bring his date home the night before, he didn't want to take any chances. He had little to no desire of listening to Ron’s or the other bloke's voice.
Ron had told Harry that he didn't want to risk losing their friendship. Harry only noticed later that Ron didn't say he wasn't attracted to Harry, or that he didn't want Harry. He'd just said he didn't want to lose the friendship, like Ron had with Hermione.
But Harry wasn't like Hermione. He knew that they wouldn't lose their special bond if they had taken their friendship to another level.
Trying to forget the anguish of sleeping alone, wondering whether or not Ron had company, Harry poured himself juice.
"Rough night?"
Startled by Ron’s voice, Harry hadn't realised that Ron was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. Usually, Ron wasn't a morning person and Harry was always the one who'd get up early.
"Yeah, too much Firewhisky," Harry answered like nothing had happened between them the night before. Like, he hadn't all but begged Ron to take him, only to be rejected.
"Me too."
"I don't think I want to know-"
"You should. It's all your fault."
"Why is it my fault?" Harry glared at Ron with an accusing look.
"Because-the entire night-I was sitting across from him all I thought about was you."
"Oh," Harry said. He wasn't sure how to process that information. Was this a compliment or just a rant? "Coffee?" he asked; that was all he could do.
Ron looked up at Harry and a moment later stood up. He slowly walked toward him, and smiled. "No coffee, thanks. I need something hotter," Ron said, leaning in to kiss Harry for the first time.
"Ron, I don't understand."
"I need you, Harry. I want you." He pushed Harry against the kitchen counter, his hands travelling up Harry's shirt. Harry slightly gasped at feeling Ron's cold hands on his warm skin. For the first time, Harry was afraid-afraid to surrender.
READ PART FOUR
Author: digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Word Count: 365
Written for: Prompt 12: "No coffee, thanks. I need something hotter..." hogwarts365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Summary: Harry is hungover, and Ron has surprising news.
Notes: Part 3 of "Involved" Series. Read Part One, Part Two
Harry stumbled into the kitchen in the morning. He'd locked himself up in his bedroom with a bottle of Firewhisky and a Silencing Charm. Though he'd told Ron not to bring his date home the night before, he didn't want to take any chances. He had little to no desire of listening to Ron’s or the other bloke's voice.
Ron had told Harry that he didn't want to risk losing their friendship. Harry only noticed later that Ron didn't say he wasn't attracted to Harry, or that he didn't want Harry. He'd just said he didn't want to lose the friendship, like Ron had with Hermione.
But Harry wasn't like Hermione. He knew that they wouldn't lose their special bond if they had taken their friendship to another level.
Trying to forget the anguish of sleeping alone, wondering whether or not Ron had company, Harry poured himself juice.
"Rough night?"
Startled by Ron’s voice, Harry hadn't realised that Ron was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. Usually, Ron wasn't a morning person and Harry was always the one who'd get up early.
"Yeah, too much Firewhisky," Harry answered like nothing had happened between them the night before. Like, he hadn't all but begged Ron to take him, only to be rejected.
"Me too."
"I don't think I want to know-"
"You should. It's all your fault."
"Why is it my fault?" Harry glared at Ron with an accusing look.
"Because-the entire night-I was sitting across from him all I thought about was you."
"Oh," Harry said. He wasn't sure how to process that information. Was this a compliment or just a rant? "Coffee?" he asked; that was all he could do.
Ron looked up at Harry and a moment later stood up. He slowly walked toward him, and smiled. "No coffee, thanks. I need something hotter," Ron said, leaning in to kiss Harry for the first time.
"Ron, I don't understand."
"I need you, Harry. I want you." He pushed Harry against the kitchen counter, his hands travelling up Harry's shirt. Harry slightly gasped at feeling Ron's cold hands on his warm skin. For the first time, Harry was afraid-afraid to surrender.
READ PART FOUR