housekeeping
You know when people tell you not to read what's under the cut because it really doesn't matter, and most of the time that makes you want to read it even more?
Seriously, this is under a cut to spare you. I just realized I wrote these Harry/Ron drabbles for tailoredshirt back in the day, and I wanted to have all my fic (that I don't totally hate) in one place, just for peace of mind; I'm anal like that, what can I say.
I would apologize for two posts in two days if this even counted as a post.
1 (First)
The first time it happens it feels like a mistake, a false moment of comfort stemming from hopelessness. There is no sense of epiphany. It is awkward, and when Harry’s mind screams wrong it does not immediately correct itself with nowaitgood. There’s a brief moment, Ron’s lips pressed to his, when he feels a flicker of arousal. But it’s fleeting, and then Harry is conscious of his hands hanging limply, his lips feeling dry and his open eyes; all of a sudden he is panicking and pushing Ron away sharply.
The kiss lasted only twelve seconds.
It was long enough.
2 (Fit)
Harry isn’t sure if it’s loneliness or desperation that drives them together. It is hard to rebuild when there is no plan, no system; when there is still a fear that is faint, but persistent. There is solace, regardless of why it’s needed, in someone who knows everything about him.
It would be a falsehood to say that Ron completes him, that they fit perfectly together. But Ron has always understood him better than anyone, and even for their awkward avoidance of the subject, this is no different.
Although there are still moments where Harry doesn’t understand why it’s not.
3 (Fear)
For a while now, all Ginny has been is comfort through familiarity, a false passion. Ron is comfort not only in the familiar, but in the new; in the knowledge that even when things seem perfectly wrong or perfectly right, life still surprises Harry.
There is a look sometimes, in Ginny’s eyes, as if she catches glimpses of Harry’s secrets amid her own confusion; Harry is becoming used to it. Too often, he catches the same look in Hermione’s eyes, and it makes him want to blurt out the truth.
But then, even he’s not sure what that really is.
4 (Found)
Harry almost puts an end to it a hundred times a week. The guilt is nagging, worrying at his conscience with persistence akin to a child with a loose tooth. There is something searing about the looks from Hermione and Ginny. There is something inherently wrong about feeling Ron’s lips, Ron’s hands, Ron’s breath on his.
Still, he feels a surge of relief every time Ron pulls him closer, one that he knows is not false.
His mind screams right when he kisses Ron, now, and maybe his guilt is not the only reason he can’t look at Ginny anymore.
Seriously, this is under a cut to spare you. I just realized I wrote these Harry/Ron drabbles for tailoredshirt back in the day, and I wanted to have all my fic (that I don't totally hate) in one place, just for peace of mind; I'm anal like that, what can I say.
I would apologize for two posts in two days if this even counted as a post.
1 (First)
The first time it happens it feels like a mistake, a false moment of comfort stemming from hopelessness. There is no sense of epiphany. It is awkward, and when Harry’s mind screams wrong it does not immediately correct itself with nowaitgood. There’s a brief moment, Ron’s lips pressed to his, when he feels a flicker of arousal. But it’s fleeting, and then Harry is conscious of his hands hanging limply, his lips feeling dry and his open eyes; all of a sudden he is panicking and pushing Ron away sharply.
The kiss lasted only twelve seconds.
It was long enough.
2 (Fit)
Harry isn’t sure if it’s loneliness or desperation that drives them together. It is hard to rebuild when there is no plan, no system; when there is still a fear that is faint, but persistent. There is solace, regardless of why it’s needed, in someone who knows everything about him.
It would be a falsehood to say that Ron completes him, that they fit perfectly together. But Ron has always understood him better than anyone, and even for their awkward avoidance of the subject, this is no different.
Although there are still moments where Harry doesn’t understand why it’s not.
3 (Fear)
For a while now, all Ginny has been is comfort through familiarity, a false passion. Ron is comfort not only in the familiar, but in the new; in the knowledge that even when things seem perfectly wrong or perfectly right, life still surprises Harry.
There is a look sometimes, in Ginny’s eyes, as if she catches glimpses of Harry’s secrets amid her own confusion; Harry is becoming used to it. Too often, he catches the same look in Hermione’s eyes, and it makes him want to blurt out the truth.
But then, even he’s not sure what that really is.
4 (Found)
Harry almost puts an end to it a hundred times a week. The guilt is nagging, worrying at his conscience with persistence akin to a child with a loose tooth. There is something searing about the looks from Hermione and Ginny. There is something inherently wrong about feeling Ron’s lips, Ron’s hands, Ron’s breath on his.
Still, he feels a surge of relief every time Ron pulls him closer, one that he knows is not false.
His mind screams right when he kisses Ron, now, and maybe his guilt is not the only reason he can’t look at Ginny anymore.