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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-10-22 22:23:00

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24 : Family
Title: Family
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Family
Word Count: 180
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.


Family
****
I know it was appalling.

But it worked.

After the first desperate coupling in the armchair, we had the best week.

And it wasn’t strained or rushed or silent, like it had been before.

Before, well, we hadn’t talked about it – we were seventeen - so the sex was the only way to connect like that.

But now? Now that we didn’t have to shag all day. Now we could go walking, or swim in the loch, or sit and watch the Muggle televisual, and our every touch was loving.

It was beautiful.

We had talked it through.

There is no way we could be together, but there was no way we could never see each other.

So, at home we would be friends; brothers.

But there; there I could sit under a tree, Harry between my legs – not like that – leaning back against my chest, and I’d wrap my arms around him, soaking him in, filling every pore with enough Harry to last me until the next time we could be together.

And then, with one last kiss, we Apparated home to our families.


My Big Damn Table.


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