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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-10-20 23:39:00

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16 : Purple
Title: Purple
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Purple
Word Count: 170
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.


Purple
****
We cleaned up in grim silence and Apparated back to my flat, both covered in blood now, to find ‘our girls’ waiting anxiously.

“Oh, Ron,” Hermione wailed. “You haven’t actually been fighting.”

“Leave them alone, Hermione,” Ginny interrupted. “They had a lot to get out of their systems, right?”

“Yes,” said Harry, glumly.

“Ginny wanted to take Harry back to the Burrow tomorrow,” Hermione scolded and Harry met my eyes and we both almost laughed. “But how can she, when you’re both covered in bruises? Look at your eye, Ron!”

“Please, leave us alone, Hermione,” I begged. “Harry and I had a lot to sort out, and I think Ginny has some news for us, and then she can heal our bruises.”

Harry looked startled that I was just going to ignore it, but what else could I do? We’d leave it all in my old room at the Burrow.

At least we had our friendship back, and it would just have to be the last time we were together.


My Big Damn Table.


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