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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-10-22 22:19:00

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21 : Friends
Title: Friends
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Friends
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.


Friends
****
OK.

What had been the most important thing in my life, since I was eleven-years-old?

Harry.

And, if it hadn’t been for that summer, well, having him back in my life would have been all I could have wished for.

So I was determined to be friends with him.

I tried very hard.

Probably only Hermione and Ginny noticed the occasional odd note in our friendship, but they were patient with us, and we gradually slipped back into our old closeness.

No one but Harry realised what his casual touch did to me.

Harry, being Harry, had been snapped up by the Cannons as soon as he returned from honeymoon.

When the news had landed on my desk at the Ministry – all new signings had to go through my department – I had whooped like a small child.

My first moment of pure happiness in a long time.

My dream come true, right?

Watching Harry play for the Cannons, and going home to Hermione.

Perfect.

He was as reckless a player as ever, so it was a good thing he was married to a healer.

Who came to all his games with me.

But that was OK.

I’d never been able to take my eyes off Harry when he played at school, so Ginny and I clutching each other when he dived was perfectly natural.

Natural.

Natural to care so much about my friend.

My Best Friend.


My Big Damn Table.


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