19 : White
Title: White
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: White
Word Count: 260
Rating: G
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.


White
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Of course their wedding was perfect.

The hugest meringue of a white wedding.

It was held in the grounds at Hogwarts, and everyone in the Wizarding World was there.

Harry looked very smart and very nervous, as he got ready in his Dress Robes.

As I helped him get ready in our old dorm.

The Best Man has to help the groom, you know.

Yes, of course, the bastard asked me to be his Best Man.

OK, he gave me a get-out clause; he wanted me to do it, but he understood if I couldn’t.

Well, he’d be the only person at the wedding who’d understand.

On the whole, I decided it was better to do it.

My heart would break as I watched him marry her, anyway, I couldn’t add the disapproval of my entire family.

When we stood side-by-side, admiring our robes in the mirror, I thought of standing before this very mirror while dressing for the Yule Ball, how I’d hated my robes, how jealous I’d been of Viktor and Hermione.

I thought of us standing before the Mirror of Erised together.

How Harry had hoped for a family; and how he was getting mine, today.

How I had hoped for, what? Glory, recognition?

Well, I’d had that after the war, I suppose.

That’s not what I wanted now.

I knew what I wanted, but I would have to give up everything I had, and I just couldn’t do it.

Harry’s eyes met mine in the mirror. “Time to go down,” he said, voice cracking.

I nodded.


My Big Damn Table.