And then Ron would come on to Harry, only to find out, "er, sorry, um... you're a great friend and all but I don't - I can't think of you that way."
"Oh."
Ron scuffs his shoe as they stand in the yard behind the Burrow, quiet a long moment. "Just so you know, I'm not like that."
"Right."
"Just keep that in mind." Ron wags his finger.
"Okay."
There's another long silence that neither of them have the heart to break. Starlings chatter in the trees above them, then scatter across the sunset. Ron squints at the sky.
"Your mom's making dinner --" -- "I think it's dinner time," they say at the same time, and then laugh, embarrassed.
They turn to head inside, the warm glow of the Weasley kitchen beckoning gold against the twilight blue. Fred and Goerge are upstairs, arguing happily as they threw things at each other, and it seems like another world from the outside. Pebbles crunched underfoot.
"I don't suppose you've heard of The Centaur Club," Harry begins, shyly looking at the ground. "Because, um, Saturday they're having a special..."
Ron turns to him with a shocked laugh. "You said you didn't like bars!"
"I didn't think you'd like someplace like The Centaur," Harry shrugs.
"Huh."
Ron stares off into space a moment. Then he nods. "Sure. Saturday's good." He chuckles, nudging Harry's shoulder playfully. "So... Charlie, eh?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2004-07-04 02:55 pm (UTC)"Oh."
Ron scuffs his shoe as they stand in the yard behind the Burrow, quiet a long moment. "Just so you know, I'm not like that."
"Right."
"Just keep that in mind." Ron wags his finger.
"Okay."
There's another long silence that neither of them have the heart to break. Starlings chatter in the trees above them, then scatter across the sunset. Ron squints at the sky.
"Your mom's making dinner --" -- "I think it's dinner time," they say at the same time, and then laugh, embarrassed.
They turn to head inside, the warm glow of the Weasley kitchen beckoning gold against the twilight blue. Fred and Goerge are upstairs, arguing happily as they threw things at each other, and it seems like another world from the outside. Pebbles crunched underfoot.
"I don't suppose you've heard of The Centaur Club," Harry begins, shyly looking at the ground. "Because, um, Saturday they're having a special..."
Ron turns to him with a shocked laugh. "You said you didn't like bars!"
"I didn't think you'd like someplace like The Centaur," Harry shrugs.
"Huh."
Ron stares off into space a moment. Then he nods. "Sure. Saturday's good." He chuckles, nudging Harry's shoulder playfully. "So... Charlie, eh?"
Icarus