It Was All Right - Harry/Ron
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ragnhildholm, Harry/Ron. This is my first attempt at a post OotP fic.
It Was All Right
by Icarus
The sun slowly settled beyond the outline of the Forbidden Forest. Harry leaned both elbows on Ron's shoulders and stared off into the distance, not really seeing the sunset, magnificent though it was. Ron shifted uncomfortably.
"You're getting heavy."
Harry leaned a little harder, wrinkling his nose in an impish grin.
"Harry..." Ron complained, "you're such a dick sometimes."
He relented, and nuzzled into Ron's hair and hummed in his ear, slightly off-key:
"Weasley is my king,
he can do most anything,
that's why Gryffindors all sing -
- Weasley is my king..."
Ron glowed, his chin dropped in embarrassment. "You're a dreadful singer, Harry. I think I hear Fang howling. No - wait - he's gone deaf."
Harry cuffed him, laughing. But he didn't draw away.
Ron eyed him cautiously, up and down, for a pregnant moment. If anyone caught them even sitting like this it was a good bet they'd hear about it. But there was an undefinable line they usually didn't cross. Usually. Just friends.
Still, lately Harry had taken to staring off in the distance, then becoming suddenly present and doing things... well. It was crazy. It was also hard to say no, who could say why? Because he was Harry Potter? Because he was his friend?
Warm arms slid around Ron's waist, causing Ron's pulse to race, and then Harry rested his chin on his shoulder. A puff of a sigh breathed across Ron's cheek.
It was all right.
ragnhildholm, Harry/Ron. This is my first attempt at a post OotP fic.It Was All Right
by Icarus
The sun slowly settled beyond the outline of the Forbidden Forest. Harry leaned both elbows on Ron's shoulders and stared off into the distance, not really seeing the sunset, magnificent though it was. Ron shifted uncomfortably.
"You're getting heavy."
Harry leaned a little harder, wrinkling his nose in an impish grin.
"Harry..." Ron complained, "you're such a dick sometimes."
He relented, and nuzzled into Ron's hair and hummed in his ear, slightly off-key:
"Weasley is my king,
he can do most anything,
that's why Gryffindors all sing -
- Weasley is my king..."
Ron glowed, his chin dropped in embarrassment. "You're a dreadful singer, Harry. I think I hear Fang howling. No - wait - he's gone deaf."
Harry cuffed him, laughing. But he didn't draw away.
Ron eyed him cautiously, up and down, for a pregnant moment. If anyone caught them even sitting like this it was a good bet they'd hear about it. But there was an undefinable line they usually didn't cross. Usually. Just friends.
Still, lately Harry had taken to staring off in the distance, then becoming suddenly present and doing things... well. It was crazy. It was also hard to say no, who could say why? Because he was Harry Potter? Because he was his friend?
Warm arms slid around Ron's waist, causing Ron's pulse to race, and then Harry rested his chin on his shoulder. A puff of a sigh breathed across Ron's cheek.
It was all right.
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Date: 2004-01-31 06:09 pm (UTC)--lunaedraconis
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Date: 2004-01-31 06:41 pm (UTC)There's a standing joke in my Live Journal that when I run my writing through the gender analyzers it comes up male. There are also a few people who assume that I'm a guy first, until they find out otherwise. Most people have told me that they couldn't tell from my writing, which I consider a compliment since I write guys almost exclusively.
I'm not trying to fool anyone, though my writing name is deliberatly androgynous so gay men don't simply avoid it (which I don't blame them, I would be skeptical at first about a romance written by a Dirk Buck). But when people ask if I'm a guy or girl, I want to know which they think I am and why first, so I can find out what's working in my writing.
Icarus