11 : Red
Title: Red
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 230
Rating: PG-13 for language
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at 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.


Red
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It was Harry.

Hermione screamed and I think Ginny was apologising.

It was Harry and he looked nervous and defiant and a little bit thinner and a little bit lost and I opened my arms and hugged him.

He buried his face in my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist and I held him tight.

Tight.

It was Harry and he was in my arms and he smelled like Harry and his hair tickled my face and my blood pounded through my body and I heard and saw everything through a red mist.

I held him at arms length and shook him, fingers digging hard into his flesh.

“You sod,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I hugged him again.

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, one hand buried in his hair.

My wife and my sister were watching, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I felt like I was coming back to life.

I felt like I hadn’t seen anything in five years, until I saw his face; I hadn’t smelt anything until his scent filled my lungs; my hands had been numb until I felt his skin under them; I had been deaf until I heard the door close quietly behind me.

I looked up and Hermione and Ginny had gone into the flat, leaving us alone.

I hadn’t tasted anything until his mouth opened under mine.


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