Fic: Lost You (hp/rw, PG)
Title: Lost You
Pen name: Genre: Romance
Pairings (if there are any):Harry/Ron
Rating:PG
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP):
Chaptered or One-Shot:
Summary:A little scene the night of the First Task
Any warnings?: (Character Death/Slash/NC-17/etc/other) Mild Slash, sap, Movie-verse
“Ah!” Harry suddenly woke with a start. He had hoped that after battling a dragon and staying up as was politely possible to celebrated afterwards, would have been enough for his dorm mates to allow him a decent night’s rest.
Focusing on the blur of a person in front of him he blinked trying to get make the picture clearer. Soon the blur changed into familiar red hair and a long pale arm that Harry identified as his recently restored best mate. Ron was sitting on the side of his bed, his arm on Harry’s shoulder shaking him slightly.
“What’s wrong Ron?” Harry asked propping himself up with this shoulders.
“Harry, I’m sorry for waking you, I’ll be quick about it. I just didn’t want the others to interrupt us.” Ron tilted his head back to indicate the rest of the dorm.
“Okay,” Harry said sitting up. “What is it?”
“I…I wanted to…” Ron leaned over him lifted Harry into a hug. Ron’s arms where around Harry head, pulling his head onto his chest. “I am sorry for being a jealous prat.”
Harry was reminded of the hug Mrs. Weasley usually gave him. Though instead of the soft bulk of a jumper and a the smell of flour surrounding him, Harry’s face was buried against a flat cotton tee and it was the smell of unscented soap that invaded his senses.
“I was so scared Harry.” Ron whispered placing his cheek on the top of Harry’s head. “Absolutely terrified. There was a moment where I thought I’d lost you. For good.”
“Why are you saying this?” Harry asked a blush slowly growing on his face.
“I hated feeling like if something really bad had happened to you, I mean really bad, the last thing you’d remember about me would be…it wouldn’t have been…since we hadn’t…I didn’t… ” Harry could feel Ron shaking against him as the red head’s dry sobs ripped through his lean frame.
“Ron, it’s okay.”
Ron let out a choked cry.
Only half aware of what he was saying, Harry tentatively wrapped his arms around Ron’s torso. “You didn’t lose me. It’s alright. I’m safe. See? I’m here. With you. I am safe.”
“I know. Oh Gods do I know.” Ron said releasing Harry he placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders and watched as his nearsighted friend look up at him.
“Thank you.” Harry said fisting Ron’s shirt. “You were worried about me and that makes me happy. Very happy. Because, believe it or not, for a moment there I thought I had lost you too. Ever since my name came out of the damn Goblet I was worried that it was the end of us." Harry said bitterness creeping into his voice as he mentioned the Goblet of Fire. "I don’t know what I would do if I had really lost you. I missed you so much these last few weeks. I nearly went insane.”
"I missed you too." Ron said returning the smile. "Now go back to sleep. We got potions in the morning."
"Yeah, yeah you don't have to remind me." Harry said frowning slightly as Ron ruffled his hair.
Ron stood up and took a few steps towards his bed before pausing and going back over to Harry. Leaning over the green eyed fourteen year old boy he pecked his lips on Harry's.
"Night Harry." He said quickly walking to his bed.
Too shocked to respond Harry didn't say anything and turned to his side facing away from Ron.
He closed his eyes and just before Harry fall asleep, a small, shy and utterly sincere smile appeared on his face that lasted the whole night.
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