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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-10-20 23:36:00

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13 : Yellow
Title: Yellow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Yellow
Word Count: 190
Rating: PG-13 for language
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.


Yellow
****
“I’m going to marry Ginny,” he whispered.

I couldn’t breathe.

It felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

We sat there, him covered in our spunk, me covered in blood and gasping for air.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Stop saying that,” I whispered. “Fucking stop saying that. You’re not sorry.” I stood and pulled my trousers up, turning my back on him as I dressed. I could hear him doing the same.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said in a low voice. “But I had to see you again; I’ve missed you so much.”

“I love you,” I said, and it sounded pitiful to my ears. I blinked hard and wiped the blood off my face with my sleeve.

“Ron, don’t…”

“I fucking love you, Harry.”

“Then come away with me,” he said.

There was a ringing silence.

“Where?” I asked blankly.

“I have a flat in Muggle London, and a job. We could be together.”

“I can’t,” I said. “I can’t leave my girls, I can’t live as a Muggle.”

I felt such a coward as he nodded sharply, turning his face away.


My Big Damn Table.


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