"Fuzzy Memory" [Harry/Ron]
Title: Fuzzy Memory
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Rating: ~R
Written for: HOGWARTS365 Prompt 18 - Harry and Ron
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: So much for a PWP, this ended up just being plotty. HAHA… barely any smut.
Summary: It was just a drunken kiss, and Ron didn’t understand the big deal.
It'd been weeks since Hermione and Ginny stopped coming by. It was just a drunken kiss, and Ron didn’t understand the big deal. It was Harry…and him. There was no reason to freak out.
They were all sitting around getting pissed over the fourth anniversary of Fred’s death and reminiscing stories about him and George.
George was there too, then he had to leave with Angelina to relieve the babysitter. Then it was just Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, and they’d kept drinking. Hermione went to the loo and Ginny went to the other room to get something-pictures, Ron believed-
Then it happened.
He had no idea how, or who started it. Harry’s hand was around Ron’s waist and Ron’s leg was over Harry’s lap. His tongue in Harry’s mouth and his other hand in Harry’s hair. Harry moaned into Ron’s mouth and if it weren’t for Hermione’s shrieking, they probably would have gone on for a while.
Ron barely remembered anything after that. He just remembered waking up on the sofa the next day and Harry was in his bed. Hermione hadn’t returned his owls for a while then she’d just broken it off. Ginny simply asked for time.
They still lived together, though, they never talked about it. Ron wasn’t even sure if Harry’d remembered. Had he remembered it correctly?
--
Ron was waiting at the kitchen table for Harry to arrive after his shower so they could have breakfast together. They still did matey things, because that’s what they were…mates. Flatmates. Bestmates. Harry walked into the kitchen in his towel and grabbed a cup of coffee.
Ron watched him. Water trickling down his toned stomach and Ron’s eyes followed the trail until his gaze fell on Harry’s arse, and how tightly and beautifully the towel was wrapped around him. Ron pushed his chair back and walked up to Harry who turned to look at him.
“What?”
Ron shook his head and before he could change his mind, wiped the droplet of water that had caught his eye--with his tongue.
Now Ron knew, he was sure, it was him who had started the kiss. And Harry had kissed him back.
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Rating: ~R
Written for: HOGWARTS365 Prompt 18 - Harry and Ron
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: So much for a PWP, this ended up just being plotty. HAHA… barely any smut.
Summary: It was just a drunken kiss, and Ron didn’t understand the big deal.
It'd been weeks since Hermione and Ginny stopped coming by. It was just a drunken kiss, and Ron didn’t understand the big deal. It was Harry…and him. There was no reason to freak out.
They were all sitting around getting pissed over the fourth anniversary of Fred’s death and reminiscing stories about him and George.
George was there too, then he had to leave with Angelina to relieve the babysitter. Then it was just Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, and they’d kept drinking. Hermione went to the loo and Ginny went to the other room to get something-pictures, Ron believed-
Then it happened.
He had no idea how, or who started it. Harry’s hand was around Ron’s waist and Ron’s leg was over Harry’s lap. His tongue in Harry’s mouth and his other hand in Harry’s hair. Harry moaned into Ron’s mouth and if it weren’t for Hermione’s shrieking, they probably would have gone on for a while.
Ron barely remembered anything after that. He just remembered waking up on the sofa the next day and Harry was in his bed. Hermione hadn’t returned his owls for a while then she’d just broken it off. Ginny simply asked for time.
They still lived together, though, they never talked about it. Ron wasn’t even sure if Harry’d remembered. Had he remembered it correctly?
--
Ron was waiting at the kitchen table for Harry to arrive after his shower so they could have breakfast together. They still did matey things, because that’s what they were…mates. Flatmates. Bestmates. Harry walked into the kitchen in his towel and grabbed a cup of coffee.
Ron watched him. Water trickling down his toned stomach and Ron’s eyes followed the trail until his gaze fell on Harry’s arse, and how tightly and beautifully the towel was wrapped around him. Ron pushed his chair back and walked up to Harry who turned to look at him.
“What?”
Ron shook his head and before he could change his mind, wiped the droplet of water that had caught his eye--with his tongue.
Now Ron knew, he was sure, it was him who had started the kiss. And Harry had kissed him back.