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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-10-20 12:57:00
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7 : Days
Title: Days
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Days
Word Count: 150
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.


Days
****
Our Quest stretched on, and Harry never twitched if we touched, his breath never caught in his throat, like it had all summer.

He never flowed into my arms, his mouth on mine.

The longest we’d ever been apart at school was for the few days each year when one of us was in the hospital wing.

Like when he’d been attacked by Dementors.

Or when I’d been attacked by a homicidal maniac and all I could think of was that I’d lead Harry to him.

Or when I’d been attacked by a brain and lay there, having someone else’s nightmares.

Or when I’d been poisoned and he’d saved my life.

He saved my life.

And, I had to admit, my life was his.

Not just that I’d follow him into danger, again and again, not just that I’d happily lay down my life for him.

But I’d given him my heart.

Long before that summer.


My Big Damn Table.


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