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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-11-11 21:17:00

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37 : Sound
Title: Sound
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Sound
Word Count: 230
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.


Sound
****
“This is for good, Ron,” he murmured. “I can’t stop again. I can’t have you right here and not touch you.” His hands splayed on my chest and he watched them slowly moving down my body.

“We’ll see if the cottage is available,” I said.

He looked up and our eyes met. “No more than that?” he asked.

“Harry,” I said slowly. “What are you suggesting, here?”

“We could be together,” he whispered.

“We can’t,” I said.

“I threw away the most important thing in my life, Ron, I ran away and I lost you,” he said sadly.

“You never lost me,” I said. “You never will, but it has to be like this,” I gestured at the private room.

He frowned and I sighed and reached for the buttons of his shirt. He watched me, his breath hitching as I caressed the skin I uncovered.

“If I’d stayed,” he said, suddenly and I froze, my hands on the button of his jeans. “If I’d stayed, after the war, would we be together?”

There was a ringing silence.

That was the one thing he’d never asked. It echoed between us and he swallowed and looked away.

Would we be together?

No Hermione; no children.

But I would never have known the difference, would I?

He was poised for flight as I gazed at him.

I broke the silence.

“Yes,” I said.


My Big Damn Table.


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