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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-10-20 23:40:00

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17 : Brown
Title: Brown
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Brown
Word Count: 260
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.


Brown
****
Ginny took Harry off to the bathroom to heal his cuts and bruises.

Hermione sat and glared at me.

I tried to look as pitiful as I could, but it was hard to care.

“I can’t believe you hit him,” she said eventually.

“He hit me first,” I sulked, feeling completely browned off.

“Why would he come back after all this time and then hit you?” she asked.

What was I supposed to say? Because I fucked him and then asked him why he’d left me? I shrugged.

“Oh, Ron,” she said, coming and sitting by my side. “I know how much you’ve missed him; everything will be better now, won’t it?”

I looked at her, at her shining, happy face. “Yeah, of course,” I said. “It’ll be good to have him back.”

Ginny stormed out of the bathroom, and came and looked at my face.

“I’m fine,” I said. “It’s stopped bleeding.”

She shook her head at me. “I cannot believe you hit him,” she hissed. “It has taken me months to get him to come and see you.”

“Well, some warning would have been nice,” I hissed back.

“Please, both of you, stop it,” Hermione complained. She hated it when I fought with my siblings, she just didn’t get it.

Didn’t understand how you could fight so hard, but still love someone.

Would never understand that I hit Harry because I loved him so much.

“Oh, go and put that shirt in the hamper,” she snapped. “And lend Harry a clean shirt, seeing as it’s your fault his is covered in blood.”


My Big Damn Table.


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