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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-11-17 13:23:00

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42 : Triangle
Title: Triangle
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Triangle
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at [info]harryron.

The one hundred stories are inspired by Broke Back Mountain.

Ron looks back on one hundred memories of his life with and without Harry.

Enjoy.


Triangle
****
I went from comfortably aware that my lover was lying beside me to hard as a rock in about half a second.

It hurt.

He made me feel like a teenager again.

Maybe twenty years earlier I had been constantly aroused by Hermione, but now we muddled through our days, juggling work, housework and children, and I really only had the time to be focused and turned on by her when she set her mind to the task in bed at night.

But not with Harry.

With Harry the simplest touch could still leave me aching; leave me light-headed as all the blood in my system headed south.

I rarely let myself think about how I stood at the apex of our little love triangle.

I tried hard to block out what Harry and I did when I was with Hermione. Just occasionally I was struck hard by the thought that what I was doing to her was shameful.

I told myself I hadn’t lied to her. I had never actually said that I wasn’t in love with Harry, that we weren’t going to sleep together on our week away.

It didn’t make me feel very good about myself.


My Big Damn Table.


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