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haltlos at 02:38pm on 24/12/2005 under book/movie:harry potter, fiction, fiction:drabble, friends
haltlos at 02:38pm on 24/12/2005 under book/movie:harry potter, fiction, fiction:drabble, friendsMerry Christmas ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nekare!
You wished for Remus/Sirius, Harry/Draco or Ron/Hermione but I know how much you like Ron/Harry. I gave it a try.
It's kinda pre-slash - angst implied... I think.
I hope you like it.
Title: Cold
Pairing: Ron/Harry
Words: only 250
Cold
You’re giggling like the child you used to be. Your aren’t like that anymore neither does he. But the red head giggles making you happy with a shy smile.
“Your… your shoe lace…” he says but bursts out laughing. Your bodies are shaking and the whiskey makes you feeling weightless.
You forgot that Hermione said the war was going to start soon while you were standing in front of the graves.
Neville. McGonnagall. Seamus. Lupin. Dumbledore. Sirius. Cedric.
Bodies are nothing you want to remember. You were paralyzed and didn’t even noticed that Hermione was leaving because of the cold. Inside and outside.
You didn’t need their pity or comfort. You wanted to be alone.
But he wasn’t leaving. He took your hand as you were yelling at him.
“Sodd off. I do not need you!”
He stayed as you cried.
“Please go, Ron. Please. I don’t want to lose you because I can’t let you go.”
He held you as you were breaking down. It was still cold outside. His hands were warm and soft.
And not cold.
Not dead at all.
You’re feeling warm now. Inside and outside. Even if it’s snowing and the darkness is overwhelming because both of you are drunk.
All of your classmates left weeks ago. Hogwarts wasn’t save anymore. Never was. Never will be.
“Merry Christmas, mate.” You smile as he pulls you into a hug.
It isn’t cold anymore. He isn’t leaving you alone. You wouldn’t let him go.
Not in a lifetime.
~fini~
nekare!You wished for Remus/Sirius, Harry/Draco or Ron/Hermione but I know how much you like Ron/Harry. I gave it a try.
It's kinda pre-slash - angst implied... I think.
I hope you like it.
Title: Cold
Pairing: Ron/Harry
Words: only 250
Cold
You’re giggling like the child you used to be. Your aren’t like that anymore neither does he. But the red head giggles making you happy with a shy smile.
“Your… your shoe lace…” he says but bursts out laughing. Your bodies are shaking and the whiskey makes you feeling weightless.
You forgot that Hermione said the war was going to start soon while you were standing in front of the graves.
Neville. McGonnagall. Seamus. Lupin. Dumbledore. Sirius. Cedric.
Bodies are nothing you want to remember. You were paralyzed and didn’t even noticed that Hermione was leaving because of the cold. Inside and outside.
You didn’t need their pity or comfort. You wanted to be alone.
But he wasn’t leaving. He took your hand as you were yelling at him.
“Sodd off. I do not need you!”
He stayed as you cried.
“Please go, Ron. Please. I don’t want to lose you because I can’t let you go.”
He held you as you were breaking down. It was still cold outside. His hands were warm and soft.
And not cold.
Not dead at all.
You’re feeling warm now. Inside and outside. Even if it’s snowing and the darkness is overwhelming because both of you are drunk.
All of your classmates left weeks ago. Hogwarts wasn’t save anymore. Never was. Never will be.
“Merry Christmas, mate.” You smile as he pulls you into a hug.
It isn’t cold anymore. He isn’t leaving you alone. You wouldn’t let him go.
Not in a lifetime.
~fini~