[FanFic] HP; Ron/Harry; "On a Rainy Day" (PG-13)
Title: On a Rainy Day
Rated: PG-13 for some snogging :D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related logos copyright J.K. Rowling. "Come What May" belongs to... er... Moulin Rouge? Oh, screw it. xx; Ron's poem belongs to MEEEE! :P
Warnings: Silly, umm.. songfic?, sap, humour? Oh, and, of course, SLASH!
Pairings: HP/RW, implied HG/GW
Notes: Well, the first part I started a REALLY long time ago and I have no idea what I meant the plot to be. So I just started up with a new... er, non-plot. Yep. It's plotless. Oh, and, I wrote this on a rainy day. xD
On a Rainy Day
Harry placed his quill down and closed the book. He stood up from the desk in the corner of the dorm, straightening his homework papers and stacking his books.
It was the fifth of October and it had been gloomy and wet the whole month. Harry sighed and moved toward the window, listening to the falling rain.
A sudden image from last summer came to mind.
"--but, you really did save me, Harry." His red-haired friend had brought up. They were both sitting on the living room floor at the Weasleys'. Mrs. Weasley had gone out for cooking ingredients moments before, and Mr. Weasley was still at the office. Hermione and Ginny had been up in her room all day and the twins were doing Merlin knows what in their room.
Harry looked up from the chessboard placed between them. "What do you mean?"
"From the lake," Ron stated, then directed one of his knights into murtilizing Harry's pawn.
"I don't get what you're on about. They would have let you go even if I hadn't found you," said Harry, ignoring one of his howling knights. ("Pay attention, you bloody wanker!!")
"I know that." Ron tapped his chin in concentration, scanning the board with his eyes. "I meant you saved me from humiliation."
"Humiliation? Ron, what are you getting at?"
"I can't swim," he muttered, blushing furiously.
Harry kicked his shoes off and sat on the window sill, tracing a rain drop on the opposite side of the glass with his finger tip.
He didn't know why that had all the sudden been brought to mind. Everything about Ron kept suddenly being brought to mind.
Harry took the comforter off his bed and wrapped it around him, curling up on the window sill.
He knew someone was coming a moment before they walked in. He could hear their footsteps.
As another body sat down across from him on the window sill, Harry didn't need to open his eyes to tell who it was. "Hello, Ron."
"Hey. You okay? You look a little teary," came the response, honey sweet and dripping with concern.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled weakly. "I'm fine, thanks." He suddenly caught sight of a peice of parchment that Ron was holding. "What's that?"
Ron's ears went pink as he looked down at the parchment, fingers wrinkling the edges nervously. "It's, um, a poem that, uh, I wrote."
Harry's smile widened as he held out his hand. "May I read it?"
Ron's knuckles went white as he clutched the parchment. "I... I don't know if I--" But the look of disappointment in Harry's green eyes was too much. Ron surrendered and handed over the poem.
Harry's eyes brightened. "Thanks! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."
Ron smiled weakly and nodded. God, Harry. Please don't hate me.
Harry looked back to the poem and began reading softly aloud:
"You are everything I dream to be
a fairy tale hero; tragic past, pure bravery.
delicate, lovely, you can't make a mistake
I constantly worry you'll fall and break."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. He had a feeling who this was about.
"Gorgeous green eyes, full of grace,
nothing like this freckle-face.
I noticed you never think much of yourself..."
His voice trailed off as he stared at the last line. It echoed through his head as he read it.
"But, Harry, really, you're something else."
Ron got up quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't--I mean--I just--" His voice faltered. "Do you hate me?"
Harry shook his head, standing up as he wrapped his comforter around both their shoulders. "Oh, Ron. Of course not. I could never hate you. Do you know what you do to me? How wonderful my life is now you're in it?"
Ron blushed and fell back onto his four-poster. "You mean you're not--I mean, I'm--do you mean you're--"
"Shhh." Harry pressed his lips gently to Ron's ear and began to sing softly.
"Never knew I could feel like this.
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss.
Everyday I love you more and more."
Ron smiled and closed his eyes, picking up where Harry left off.
"Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
telling me to give you everything?
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
but I love you until the end of time."
Taking Ron's hand and lacing their fingers together, Harry pulled Ron up off the bed. In sappy musical terms, they harmonized.
"Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you
until my dying day!"
The comforter fell to the floor as the dorm room melted away, leaving just two boys singing their hearts out.
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place!
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace!
Suddenly my live doesn't seem such a waste!
It all revolves around you."
Ron picked Harry up in his arms, swinging him around. Harry was laughing too hard to sing the next verse.
"And there's no mountain too high!
No river too wide!
Sing out this song
and I'll be there by your side!"
Ron gave the giggling Harry a kiss on his forehead. Harry stopped laughing to sing again.
"Storm clouds may gather
and stars may collide
but I love you
until the end of time!
"Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you
until my dying day!"
Surroundings returned and Ron sat down on his bed, Harry in his lap. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
Harry smiled and placed a bittersweet kiss upon Ron's open lips.
Ron moaned into his mouth, sliding his arms around the smaller boy's waist.
Harry slowly pushed Ron back onto the bed, straddling his hips and wrapping his arms around Ron's neck.
Ron gasped. "Harry!"
Harry, panting, broke the kiss, running milky digits through Ron's vermillion tresses. "I love you, too."
That night was forever remembered by Gryffindors, for it was the night they learned to never ever magick open a locked door on a rainy day.
Rated: PG-13 for some snogging :D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related logos copyright J.K. Rowling. "Come What May" belongs to... er... Moulin Rouge? Oh, screw it. xx; Ron's poem belongs to MEEEE! :P
Warnings: Silly, umm.. songfic?, sap, humour? Oh, and, of course, SLASH!
Pairings: HP/RW, implied HG/GW
Notes: Well, the first part I started a REALLY long time ago and I have no idea what I meant the plot to be. So I just started up with a new... er, non-plot. Yep. It's plotless. Oh, and, I wrote this on a rainy day. xD
On a Rainy Day
Harry placed his quill down and closed the book. He stood up from the desk in the corner of the dorm, straightening his homework papers and stacking his books.
It was the fifth of October and it had been gloomy and wet the whole month. Harry sighed and moved toward the window, listening to the falling rain.
A sudden image from last summer came to mind.
"--but, you really did save me, Harry." His red-haired friend had brought up. They were both sitting on the living room floor at the Weasleys'. Mrs. Weasley had gone out for cooking ingredients moments before, and Mr. Weasley was still at the office. Hermione and Ginny had been up in her room all day and the twins were doing Merlin knows what in their room.
Harry looked up from the chessboard placed between them. "What do you mean?"
"From the lake," Ron stated, then directed one of his knights into murtilizing Harry's pawn.
"I don't get what you're on about. They would have let you go even if I hadn't found you," said Harry, ignoring one of his howling knights. ("Pay attention, you bloody wanker!!")
"I know that." Ron tapped his chin in concentration, scanning the board with his eyes. "I meant you saved me from humiliation."
"Humiliation? Ron, what are you getting at?"
"I can't swim," he muttered, blushing furiously.
Harry kicked his shoes off and sat on the window sill, tracing a rain drop on the opposite side of the glass with his finger tip.
He didn't know why that had all the sudden been brought to mind. Everything about Ron kept suddenly being brought to mind.
Harry took the comforter off his bed and wrapped it around him, curling up on the window sill.
He knew someone was coming a moment before they walked in. He could hear their footsteps.
As another body sat down across from him on the window sill, Harry didn't need to open his eyes to tell who it was. "Hello, Ron."
"Hey. You okay? You look a little teary," came the response, honey sweet and dripping with concern.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled weakly. "I'm fine, thanks." He suddenly caught sight of a peice of parchment that Ron was holding. "What's that?"
Ron's ears went pink as he looked down at the parchment, fingers wrinkling the edges nervously. "It's, um, a poem that, uh, I wrote."
Harry's smile widened as he held out his hand. "May I read it?"
Ron's knuckles went white as he clutched the parchment. "I... I don't know if I--" But the look of disappointment in Harry's green eyes was too much. Ron surrendered and handed over the poem.
Harry's eyes brightened. "Thanks! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."
Ron smiled weakly and nodded. God, Harry. Please don't hate me.
Harry looked back to the poem and began reading softly aloud:
"You are everything I dream to be
a fairy tale hero; tragic past, pure bravery.
delicate, lovely, you can't make a mistake
I constantly worry you'll fall and break."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. He had a feeling who this was about.
"Gorgeous green eyes, full of grace,
nothing like this freckle-face.
I noticed you never think much of yourself..."
His voice trailed off as he stared at the last line. It echoed through his head as he read it.
"But, Harry, really, you're something else."
Ron got up quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't--I mean--I just--" His voice faltered. "Do you hate me?"
Harry shook his head, standing up as he wrapped his comforter around both their shoulders. "Oh, Ron. Of course not. I could never hate you. Do you know what you do to me? How wonderful my life is now you're in it?"
Ron blushed and fell back onto his four-poster. "You mean you're not--I mean, I'm--do you mean you're--"
"Shhh." Harry pressed his lips gently to Ron's ear and began to sing softly.
"Never knew I could feel like this.
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss.
Everyday I love you more and more."
Ron smiled and closed his eyes, picking up where Harry left off.
"Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
telling me to give you everything?
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
but I love you until the end of time."
Taking Ron's hand and lacing their fingers together, Harry pulled Ron up off the bed. In sappy musical terms, they harmonized.
"Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you
until my dying day!"
The comforter fell to the floor as the dorm room melted away, leaving just two boys singing their hearts out.
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place!
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace!
Suddenly my live doesn't seem such a waste!
It all revolves around you."
Ron picked Harry up in his arms, swinging him around. Harry was laughing too hard to sing the next verse.
"And there's no mountain too high!
No river too wide!
Sing out this song
and I'll be there by your side!"
Ron gave the giggling Harry a kiss on his forehead. Harry stopped laughing to sing again.
"Storm clouds may gather
and stars may collide
but I love you
until the end of time!
"Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you
until my dying day!"
Surroundings returned and Ron sat down on his bed, Harry in his lap. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
Harry smiled and placed a bittersweet kiss upon Ron's open lips.
Ron moaned into his mouth, sliding his arms around the smaller boy's waist.
Harry slowly pushed Ron back onto the bed, straddling his hips and wrapping his arms around Ron's neck.
Ron gasped. "Harry!"
Harry, panting, broke the kiss, running milky digits through Ron's vermillion tresses. "I love you, too."
That night was forever remembered by Gryffindors, for it was the night they learned to never ever magick open a locked door on a rainy day.