HP: Grave

Apr 09, 2003 22:54

While we're on a dark slant, let's post this one. This one makes me depressed, and on some levels, I wish it'd never come out. My poor little Ron.

It's from Feb. 21st.
Approx. 150 words
Rated: R (someday I'll write something really graphic...*looks wistful*)



For better, for worse.
For rich, for poor.

It seemed like wedding vows, thrusting against the damp ground. It was some shade of commitment that held them there. The story of how they'd all ended up here was lost in the rain, and the gasps, and the sighs. Ron was crying, but he wasn't sure if it was for Draco on top of him, or Harry beneath him. The wetness seeped into his clothes, disheveled, and it was over before it had started. Something angry lingered in the air, something unjust. Draco stood and left Ron with Harry as soon as he'd come. And Ron couldn't even remember exactly how the blonde had felt inside of him. Ron sat up and turned to face the stone, tracing his fingers over the words engraved there.

Harry Potter
"So that we may live"

harry potter

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