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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-11-11 21:16:00

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36 : Smell
Title: Smell
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Smell
Word Count: 180
Rating: G
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.


Smell
****
“Ron?” he said.

“Yes,” I said, knowing everything I was saying yes to.

“I did… it’s not that I didn’t… she… we…”

I felt very protective of him as he tried to justify what he was asking of me. “Ginny knew you loved her,” I interrupted and he blinked at me.

“I… I did,” he said. “But…”

“But it was too late,” I said, holding out my hand to him.

His face lit up and he looked younger than he had in years.

He threw himself across the space between us, stumbling to his knees in front of me.

“Take me back?” he whispered.

“I never gave you up,” I said, pulling him up and into my lap.

He flowed into my arms and held on so tightly I could barely breathe.

“Ron?” he murmured against my neck.

“Shush,” I said, wrapping my arms around him and holding him still.

I buried my face in his hair and breathed him in. That scent that was like a drug surrounded me.

Every cell in my body sparked as I filled myself with Harry.


My Big Damn Table.


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