Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't complain about school so much. Or my crappy car.
Title: Polite
Prompt: more
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Word count: 100
Genre: angst/drama
Summary: Ron doesn't know what this is anymore. Companion piece to
Gradually (PG).
A/N: Written for
harryron100. Thank you to
foretinterdite for the beta, and to
goneoffthelump, who didn't see this draft but did discuss draft one with me.
Polite
Sometimes when Harry touches him, Ron’s stomach turns over and it’s all he can do not to pull away.
It’s not that he hates Harry or doesn’t love him anymore, because he knows that’d never happen. But he can’t pretend everything’s okay when they cling to the edges of the bed instead of reaching for the middle, or when he can’t laugh at Harry’s jokes because he can’t even look at him anymore.
It didn’t used to be like this, but he’s not even sure what this is.
He just wishes Harry would stop being so fucking polite about everything.